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One Day

I know who I am, I think. Sarcastic, friendly, funny and kind. Yet in my head, search and see what you will find. Cravings, darkness, a fantasy rich world with no end. Those I know see only the exterior sheen, not the twists and the bends. My desires, light or dark and so black, why do I have to hide? Like others, I'm not filled with just light. I have a whole other side. In my brain resides...Read On

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Stories Dripping

Your scent draws me home. I have untold stories dripping from my tongue, it used to be too tied, ineloquently tangled. Fingertips circle skin, writing invisible notes, passed back and forth, translating the tingles that course through our every deepest fibre. It's not enough for us, there is more to tell. We forage near one another instead of braving the cold alone, burrowing into...Read On

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Lust

Quick poem describing lust

Pulses race and breath quickens Pupils dilate and blood rushes Nipples firm, erect and rosy Each other’s body heat keeping you cozy Teasing touches both gentle and firm Kisses soft but gaining force Sighs and moans being heard loud and clear This is it , you think, my dear . Big and erect, wet and tight Moving against each other, skin to skin contact Thrusts fast and slow ...Read On

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Flesh Will Remember

The flesh will remember all, record the slightest tingle that became an electrical storm dancing across your exposed skin. Every swell in the breeze hinting at what may come, just make me wait, no matter how I beg. Some memories strike softly, tease like vague, knowing fingers piercing the softest tunnels. Some strike like impetuous bolts with sudden, new primal energies crackling from...Read On

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Sir

“Do you trust me?” he questions. “Completely.” she sighs.  As he ties the ropes tighter  Her body complies. “You want it?” he coaxes. “No, Sir.“ she denies. “You need it.” he tells her. “Yes, Sir.” she replies. “Do you feel that?“he asks her. “Harder!” she cries. As he claims what she offers  And drips down her thighs. “My good girl.” he whispers. “My Sir.” she replies. He...Read On

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Taking Silent Measures

Sacrafice, Honor and Desire

True, it's hard to stereotype and Generalize people and be right. But conditions and situations, Can be unmistakable, universal. I saw a condition this afternoon and a total situation last night. A girl caged by duty and goodness devoted to someone, somehow loveless. She'll be around more and more often By herself and less with boyfriend or husband Every opportunity that is safe and...Read On

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Sir

“Do you trust me?” he questions. “Completely,” she sighs.  As he ties the ropes tighter  Her body complies. “You want it?” he coaxes. “No, Sir,“ she denies. “You need it,” he tells her. “Yes, Sir,” she replies. “Do you feel that?“ he asks her. “Harder!” she cries. As he claims what she offers  And drips down her thighs. “My good girl,” he whispers. “My, Sir,” she replies. He...Read On

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Breached

Every stone can be carried away in the perfect storm, every wall breached...only then are we free.

Limbs entangled with no clear beginning or end bound tightly in your embrace, the infinite reach of your presence storming the lull of my sleep. Your fingertips expertly trace the landscape of my form, the outline of my soul that has been a vague shape in the careless hands of others. You carefully brush unseen terrain, my skin softly pressed to yours, warming the armor I fought so...Read On

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Walking on the edge

Come lover, extinguish this fire I have within

Come kiss my lips satisfy and quiet my longings make my desires yours of earth and fire Wrap yourself in my arms and lose yourself in my chest engulf the golden buttons set the mountains on fire Chain your waist to mine imprisoning my madness Be the owner of my passion ignite the grove on fire Unite us soft waves in the arousal blown the air on fire Faster ride...Read On

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After He Had Gone We Were Alone

After he left, we were on our own.

You lay wide and naked on the bed, eyes heavy lidded, bluey black, his creamy juices trickling from your crack. Hair sweat wet, stuck on your face, a toy for his mind and big cock. But still you are my wife, the love of my life, best of all you are the same, and feel this too. So I will give you to him again and again, listen to your fucking chorous sweet refrain, I love you taking...Read On

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Class Tease

Teasing the Teacher may earn Miss Smith more than detention...

She hands him a note and says, With a lick of her glossy bee stung lips, “For you Sir,” She turns and flicks her long blonde hair. Cool, he figures. Her figure displayed, As she steps away, In the sort of skirt you can pull off at seventeen, A touch obscene, Short and tight around her sexy bum, Her sexy bum made firm and round, With squats in the gym, Turned...Read On

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Inferno

The taste is salty sweet as you melt from within from my quickening tongue firing bliss with every flick As you open wider, parting soft lips with fingers, urging me to press beyond, intrude beyond all known barriers As you lose yourself in pressure, swirls along delicate pulsations, I'm lapping nectar at the inferno, asking you to burn me alive. The taste is salty sweet, greedy...Read On

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Achingly awake

The night is dark and quiet, The world sleeping. Alone, she lays, Curled up in her bed, Longing for the warmth of her lover, His arms around her, Naked skin against skin, Feeling protected and safe. She longs to have him near, But she knows tonight, He will not calm her aching, She has to find a way To quieten down, relax, On her own. How can simple sleep Be so hard to find? ...Read On

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Fathomless

The cold nights are now warm, I left my heart in the winter, burning in our last surrender, maybe we've always been tethered. When it's dawn and you can still see stars hiding in the sky's vast tapestry, when your legs unlock from me, blood still racing beneath scorched skin. Following you into the dark, the deep folds you liquify me with, it's the most ancient of movements, this surge...Read On

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In Praise

To women in praise of who they really are.

Come take off your clothes darling, I want to see you in all you beauty, But I won’t see you without the light, Bring your hands away, show me you, No blushes my love, open yourself to me. You don’t like your breasts but why, I love them they are part of you, I love you, They make me happy and stir my groin, Come let me touch and kiss them, Such nice nipples for me to pinch and tease. What...Read On

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Vibrator and Sybian Fun - Please Come Into My Bedroom

Naughty fun on last day of school

Last day of school today I'll celebrate with my toys I love when I play Time to sit back and enjoy A mirror on the floor Legs opened up wide A locked bedroom door No orgasm's denied Wand is plugged in Glass vibrator goes inside Masturbation time begins Pressure is now applied Pussy starts to seep Vibrations feeling good Fucking my pussy deep Rubbing my clit under the hood Fucking...Read On

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Intoxication of the Flesh

Intoxicated in your scent

Both lost under the perverse invocation of the flesh attentive sentinel which I discover moist and anxious Both anticipating the temperature rising with each caress Skin burning almost incinerated Both diving it to the abyss of our desires carnage pleasures is all we comprehend Oh but tonight... yes tonight I desire to worship every bit of you and I smile coyly I nibble and...Read On

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For Mistress A

Worshipping Her beauty, lusting after Her...

The curve of a painted eyebrow, The curve of a mischievous smile, The curve of hips, The height of heels, Mistress A is perfection, As hot as the shiny black latex, Which clings to the contours of her skin. And oh, how she would make you crawl, Just to take a dismissive word, From those blood red lips. If you had the world, You would give it all, For a...Read On

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Wicks

We may only have this, our joined, raw immediacy, a touch to convince us we'll keep the dark at bay. Wicks flicker to their end, the room is swept in black and instead of being stories waiting to finally meet, our bodies will confess everything. And when I finally burst, empty into your softness, something deeper is taking place, we're handing over a part of ourselves no other can claim...Read On

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Watching Live Porn

If you're going to have sex in the morning, you need to remember something...

Your cock was hard, pressed into my back, Without any words, “Please empty my sack!” Roll over; a love-pole beckoning me: “Touch me, taste me, set my come free!” Quench my thirst, I knew that I must, Not wasting your spunk all over my bust. So before your cock had chance to go numb, Into my mouth your purple love-plum. A groan and a moan – I gave you a start! But thrusting your...Read On

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Hot Chocolate

Your pretty sweat-slicked ebony queen...

Bend her over at the waist and lick her nice smooth peach, Listen to her whimper as your tongue begins to breach Her folds of flesh so hot and slick you’ve been dying for a taste, Sweet like melted chocolate but don’t eat the treat in haste. Tease her slowly, make her moan, and savour every drop until with aching, crazy lust she begs you, “Please don’t stop!" Eat her swollen pussy until...Read On

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The Señorita’s Midnight Ride on A Gypsy’s Dick

The gypsy's sweet serenade ignites an explosion of lust in the senorita and her duena, too

One night in June on Calle Prospero A gypsy man, lean as a penis, Eyes black as a cat’s, hair done just so— As handsome as any young Romany is— Upon his guitar was picking a tune. The reflecting dark pools of his eyes, So dreamy, captured one bright slice of moon As he thought of naught but Senorita Sighs. His woody jouncing as he went his way, The gypsy heard, from some dim balcony,...Read On

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Enthusiasm or Experience?

A country bar surprise

I was sittin’ by myself in a dusty little bar, Halfway ‘tween the jukebox and my broke-down car. A 20-something brunette was a drinkin’ all alone When in walked Blondie and my dick turned to bone. Blondie was a looker, dressed up real fine; Brownie wore glasses, was about twenty-nine. Blondie’d been around the block a time or two; Brownie wore a heart-shaped red tattoo. Here I was a settin’...Read On

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Sultriness In Reams

On cornices of a poetic scroll Jotting ink and dabbing the quill Writing sultriness in reams Like shadows in a mirror of my soul In swoon of my scribbling thrill Comforting echoes of past fess Upon my meandering mind  And beauty at rest Striving to be best of poets Hungering for a quantum leap  Reflecting in my scripting words The magnificence she of my quest  Like silk...Read On

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My Crop is Sorrow

The seed of lust is potent, Sown by night in blood and flame, Leaves the ravisher content, Leaves the ravished to her shame. What happens on the morrow? Lust said: My crop is sorrow. When feathered Zeus buried seed Between sweet Leda’s forked thighs, Entraining Paris’s fell deed, He wrote Troy’s fate across the skies. What happened on the morrow? Lust said: My crop...Read On

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To Please My Lover

Pleasing my lover

She turns as she hears me Smiles, her eyes sparkling And turns away again Looking back as I approach Admiring her form As I draw closer Moving more slowly now Seeing the blush Of anticipation On her cheeks Standing so close Her breathing changes As I place a hand On each hip The tender warmth Of my kiss on her neck The sound of my whisper  "I've missed you" As my hands ...Read On

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Relinquishing

Liquid heat drips now, glazes me in your sheen, lustrous flesh pulsating where all things begin anew. But this was our feverous onset, the anticipatory apex fuming, not one yet but something never to be separate again. I can taste it now with a questing tongue, bliss brimming from from your creases as my name begins to hover on the cusp of moans no longer held captive. Say it now to...Read On

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Mannequin Eyes Wandered

As the dusk yawned and sank below the horizon, the sanctity of the dark bequeathed a nocturnal word as your mannequin eyes wandered, I felt a breath of the wind still my very soul. With a stinging of the floss, about my arms and legs, I squirmed, on the quilted blanket as your fingers waltzed about my manliness, exploring my chest and tonguing the nips. Sighing a croon 'neath the...Read On

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Thrall

Rough whispers of white lace On caramel skin Where her scent fills the air With her honey and sweat. Tight is the kiss Where she welcomes you in To the swelling wet secret. She begs to be fucked. Hunger seeks tastes From between swollen folds, To be sucked on and licked With the tongue's brutal lash. She will writhe on your mouth As you feast on her soul And her spirit is broken By the lust...Read On

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Cinders

You can note the fury in my eyes doesn't come from a swelling rage, something is rooted much deeper, every cell rushing with purpose in the ruthless need to ravage. To be kept like a dark secret, folded and tucked away, yours and yours alone. Just remember that while fire is prolific, you and I live inside of a blaze no one can ever get close enough to touch or know how to cool down from. ...Read On