Dancing On Your Clitoris
I got styles baby and I move like a snake
My heart feels good when your legs are wide spread
I watch that beautiful pussy dripping wet
Damn! My dick must terrorize that sensitive cute place
That’s why I cant wait I undress your sexy dress
I must lick your skin as I bite your nipples and breasts
I let you masturbate with your dildo then I finger fuck that pussy myself
I see you turned on and need to be fucked in the worst way
So I have to put my hungry dick in your smooth pussy to be fed. . .
Lady, you are my best fucking whore of all time
As you bend over on the sofa, your beauty is sexy ripe fine
I’m amazed how you lick my hard dick with pride
You know my recipe, I fuck you to moan, after that you smile
Lady I see you enjoying my fucking, believe me kissing you feels nice
So lets do this romance one more time
Let my dick fly in your pussy inside. . .
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Nothing
nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
Nothing to win
Nothing to choose
time is up
time is gone
time is indefinite to us all
What's a risk
what's a chance
what is only one last glance
It's all the same
It's all a blur
It's all that's left
It's all obscure
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
that's what I got, nothing
I lose
nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
Nothing to win
Nothing to choose
time is up
time is gone
time is indefinite to us all
What's a risk
what's a chance
what is only one last glance
It's all the same
It's all a blur
It's all that's left
It's all obscure
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
that's what I got, nothing
I lose
Final Chance
I set myself up everytime
But the outcome stays the same.
I am knocked off my fee constantly
It is like a cruel game.
You against me, one on one
I can never seem to win.
Just when I think that I am done
I am pulled back again.
When am I going to get my chance?
When will you get over your pride?
Speak to me is all I ask,
Tell me what's inside.
I've done everything I can do
I'm mute - now it's your turn.
I'm not going to reach out anymore
And risk another burn.
I set myself up everytime
But the outcome stays the same.
I am knocked off my fee constantly
It is like a cruel game.
You against me, one on one
I can never seem to win.
Just when I think that I am done
I am pulled back again.
When am I going to get my chance?
When will you get over your pride?
Speak to me is all I ask,
Tell me what's inside.
I've done everything I can do
I'm mute - now it's your turn.
I'm not going to reach out anymore
And risk another burn.
Troublemaker
Too Late
i dip my toe
i test the breeze
left to nowhere
on my knees
your pockets full
of empty words
a sorry that
i never heard
then last week
a teasing smile
unseen these months
its been a while
but sadly in my darkness
i missed it was for me
i turn away
i walk, i walk
into the welcome sea...
i dip my toe
i test the breeze
left to nowhere
on my knees
your pockets full
of empty words
a sorry that
i never heard
then last week
a teasing smile
unseen these months
its been a while
but sadly in my darkness
i missed it was for me
i turn away
i walk, i walk
into the welcome sea...
Advanced Wordsmith
Obviously not many people come to lush for the poetry, got published over an hour ago and only 1 rate from home page.
Hoping this isn't bad form but please check this out and give feedback.
Acceptance of a lifestyle - an inside view
Thank you
Hoping this isn't bad form but please check this out and give feedback.
Acceptance of a lifestyle - an inside view
Thank you
Knowledge is nothing if not shared, with your slave, your community, and those wishing to enter into it. So I will continue to look for topics to give My opinion about, yes opinion.
*** Disclaimer ***
My way of thinking doesn't fit everyone, nor does anyone elses, it is not My intention to tell anyone else here how they must see or do things, as there are as many views of what "the life" means to people as there are people in it.
*** Disclaimer ***
My way of thinking doesn't fit everyone, nor does anyone elses, it is not My intention to tell anyone else here how they must see or do things, as there are as many views of what "the life" means to people as there are people in it.
Head Penguin
The Setting sun, yellow glow bathes,
Sailing ship floats, drifting through the waves
But like your love, the colour wanes,
The air grows colder, just the breeze remains
Now night's soft lips, I see approach,
Fading memories of laughter and lies encroach
Sailing ship floats, drifting through the waves
But like your love, the colour wanes,
The air grows colder, just the breeze remains
Now night's soft lips, I see approach,
Fading memories of laughter and lies encroach
A steamy lesbian three way
She wanted a cock
With a leash and a lock
Hot as a fire
Hard as a rock
She wanted a dick
That was rigid and slick
Filled with cum and desire
That she could tongue flick
She wanted a man
She could keep in a can
Take out when she pleased
And fry up in her pan
She wanted a guy
Who would never ask why
Always well greased
To make her cum with a sigh
She lived in a dream
Made of peaches and cream
There is no such man
Or so it would seem
With a leash and a lock
Hot as a fire
Hard as a rock
She wanted a dick
That was rigid and slick
Filled with cum and desire
That she could tongue flick
She wanted a man
She could keep in a can
Take out when she pleased
And fry up in her pan
She wanted a guy
Who would never ask why
Always well greased
To make her cum with a sigh
She lived in a dream
Made of peaches and cream
There is no such man
Or so it would seem
Purveyor of Sweetness
You gently speak
And I become a thousand liquid kisses.
Crawling need grows inky deep
As my mind races
Ahead of all it imagines,
All it dreams,
All its sparkly wishes.
You taste my sin,
But only taste,
The banquet still unserved.
And in the starry, sleepless hours
The air is replete with
"I love you."
And I become a thousand liquid kisses.
Crawling need grows inky deep
As my mind races
Ahead of all it imagines,
All it dreams,
All its sparkly wishes.
You taste my sin,
But only taste,
The banquet still unserved.
And in the starry, sleepless hours
The air is replete with
"I love you."
Advanced Wordsmith
Come, taste my raging serpent;
Arising to feel your touch!
Come forth to dive in a sea of passion;
Uniting our heated bodies in sweated bliss,
Releasing love scented pheromones of desires.
Stroking your delicious body with my licks,
While my serpent slithers in between your thighs,
As I pump into your petaled centerfold,
You arch back to get filled up with my sticky venom.
Desires of lust overtake our minds
Driving us to thrust faster, till we scream out in ecstasy.
While entwining out off our bonded state,
You twist around all of sudden to face my serpent.
Taking me deep in your mouth,
To seep my sweet venom as you relish it with pleasure.
By taking control of your senses,
My alluring snake begins to shows its potency.
Making you addicted to devour me like a drug,
Until all my poison stop flowing out.
Arising to feel your touch!
Come forth to dive in a sea of passion;
Uniting our heated bodies in sweated bliss,
Releasing love scented pheromones of desires.
Stroking your delicious body with my licks,
While my serpent slithers in between your thighs,
As I pump into your petaled centerfold,
You arch back to get filled up with my sticky venom.
Desires of lust overtake our minds
Driving us to thrust faster, till we scream out in ecstasy.
While entwining out off our bonded state,
You twist around all of sudden to face my serpent.
Taking me deep in your mouth,
To seep my sweet venom as you relish it with pleasure.
By taking control of your senses,
My alluring snake begins to shows its potency.
Making you addicted to devour me like a drug,
Until all my poison stop flowing out.
Active Ink Slinger
I once knew a guy
Who thought he was fly
Guess what
It was all just a lie.
Underneath that charming smirk
Is a real jerk
Who used his cock and fists
When he went beserk.
Into his lover he bashes
Leaving her with bruises
her orifices
So she has gashes.
From the beast that is inside
Behind that mask he hides
Oh what a fool you ladies are
I hope this poem makes you decide.
This is in response to my ex who posted a poem about him loving me and doing everything showing love for me. He had no idea why things went wrong and it included me vomiting.
It made him look like a heartbroken wounded victim so he had a flock of female facebook friends come to him with "Aww are you okay?" or "That is such a sad poem, PM if you want to chat xoxo."
Who thought he was fly
Guess what
It was all just a lie.
Underneath that charming smirk
Is a real jerk
Who used his cock and fists
When he went beserk.
Into his lover he bashes
Leaving her with bruises
her orifices
So she has gashes.
From the beast that is inside
Behind that mask he hides
Oh what a fool you ladies are
I hope this poem makes you decide.
This is in response to my ex who posted a poem about him loving me and doing everything showing love for me. He had no idea why things went wrong and it included me vomiting.
It made him look like a heartbroken wounded victim so he had a flock of female facebook friends come to him with "Aww are you okay?" or "That is such a sad poem, PM if you want to chat xoxo."
Purveyor of Sweetness
what kind of word is 'yes"?
it seems so miraculous
in its many offerings
but so seldom does it mean
what we think or hope.
it has become a throwaway word,
something without truth.
it wounds
because it held so much hope.
it seems so miraculous
in its many offerings
but so seldom does it mean
what we think or hope.
it has become a throwaway word,
something without truth.
it wounds
because it held so much hope.
Captain Turtle
Carried
Today I write this poem,
This soppy Thank You note,
To those who have been around me,
On this site I love the most.
I didn’t think I’d fit in,
I’d be the odd one out,
In retrospect as I look back,
There really was no doubt.
I thank you Lush for giving,
Friends I hold close and dear,
Who care and who cherish,
Who take away my fear.
You’ve walked with me through good times,
You’ve carried me through bad,
I know this reads like Footprints,
But honestly you have.
I thank you for my high times,
Apologise for my mood when low,
I see I am a nutcase,
But who didn’t already know?
Thank you to the mods,
To Nicola, To Gav,
To those who keep her sailing,
The SS Stories Lush.
You offer me a home here,
I accept gratefully,
What can I offer to you,
Who has carried me so long?
Just know that I will be here,
To carry those who need,
The friendship of this Turtle,
She will carry you indeed.
I knows. I'm a soppy sod. But I loves me some Lush.
Today I write this poem,
This soppy Thank You note,
To those who have been around me,
On this site I love the most.
I didn’t think I’d fit in,
I’d be the odd one out,
In retrospect as I look back,
There really was no doubt.
I thank you Lush for giving,
Friends I hold close and dear,
Who care and who cherish,
Who take away my fear.
You’ve walked with me through good times,
You’ve carried me through bad,
I know this reads like Footprints,
But honestly you have.
I thank you for my high times,
Apologise for my mood when low,
I see I am a nutcase,
But who didn’t already know?
Thank you to the mods,
To Nicola, To Gav,
To those who keep her sailing,
The SS Stories Lush.
You offer me a home here,
I accept gratefully,
What can I offer to you,
Who has carried me so long?
Just know that I will be here,
To carry those who need,
The friendship of this Turtle,
She will carry you indeed.
I knows. I'm a soppy sod. But I loves me some Lush.
Insert something witty here.
Angel Princess of Passion
I wonder what He is thinking
The way His fingers stoke the keys
Sensual yet firm, His thoughts and words
A note He sends, anticipation builds
I read it and quiver..yes,
That is what He does to me
I sit here on the dock
Waiting the ferry, pondering
I feel His presence so very close
Soon I will be in my place
The one that He has named without doubt mine
My crave for it is intense, more than mere sex
That special place where I belong
It brings me comfort, I feel Loved
He calls my name holding out His hand
"Come to your place angel"
Those words are all I listen to
As I sit smiling, embracing Him
The days have been long
Yet in a matter of moments
His lap will once again be
My Home....
The way His fingers stoke the keys
Sensual yet firm, His thoughts and words
A note He sends, anticipation builds
I read it and quiver..yes,
That is what He does to me
I sit here on the dock
Waiting the ferry, pondering
I feel His presence so very close
Soon I will be in my place
The one that He has named without doubt mine
My crave for it is intense, more than mere sex
That special place where I belong
It brings me comfort, I feel Loved
He calls my name holding out His hand
"Come to your place angel"
Those words are all I listen to
As I sit smiling, embracing Him
The days have been long
Yet in a matter of moments
His lap will once again be
My Home....
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Active Ink Slinger
The Dragon in my life
Dedicated to: Dragonman345
I thank lush for the dragons I have met on here.
My lush husband Dragonman345 is so kind and caring.
I can’t remember why I left such a good man.
Only to have my heart hurt by another.
I feel so free, he is the man for me.
He is not a player, liar, or cheater.
Only someone to be nearer.
We play in rooms and relax and have fun.
He warns guys to respect me so some may run.
His kisses are warm and passionate.
He makes me feel like a woman, I lavish it.
This cat is were she belongs, with a man and not a toy.
I can’t beleave I fell for such a boy.
My lover changed his names but every time it was the same.
I would get a whisper: “Hey it’s me.”
I knew hes the dragon I could tame.
We started as friends only to have things come between us.
Serviving all odds to know there is still an us.
A pull that’s so strong ,it lasts for so long.
My dragonman has what I need , no one could interseed.
So to my lush hubby I write this love poem.
Not to boast, bash, or show them.
Only so he knows the feelings I have for him are real.
So I’ve put away my toys I’m done with all the boys.
My dragonman and me, will live happy as can be.
Purveyor of Sweetness
i will not join a contest
or put up lots of shots.
i have finally learned a sad truth
that i would rather not.
i am an attention whore
of the very first degree.
even though i might complain,
i want attention all on me.
i have now revealed my silly sin
to all who might have read.
now i will return to sugah land
and cover up my head.
the end....
curtseys in a very ladylike manner...
or put up lots of shots.
i have finally learned a sad truth
that i would rather not.
i am an attention whore
of the very first degree.
even though i might complain,
i want attention all on me.
i have now revealed my silly sin
to all who might have read.
now i will return to sugah land
and cover up my head.
the end....
curtseys in a very ladylike manner...
Purveyor of Sweetness
some days i feel deserted.
but i am well aware,
if i am honest,
that in truth i desert myself
and accept circumstances.
blaming myself is my method
as well as making choices
with obvious outcomes.
my heart is wounded
by my own hand.
but still,
i miss you...
every breath.
but i am well aware,
if i am honest,
that in truth i desert myself
and accept circumstances.
blaming myself is my method
as well as making choices
with obvious outcomes.
my heart is wounded
by my own hand.
but still,
i miss you...
every breath.
Purveyor of Sweetness
tell me the truth.
is there sensuality
in the move of my body
and the way my bottom lip looks
when i read?
does the way i giggle
have any effect
on the beat of your heart?
does it make you smile inside
and think of shooting stars
or fireflies?
i have magic in me.
tell me the truth.
do you see it at all?
is there sensuality
in the move of my body
and the way my bottom lip looks
when i read?
does the way i giggle
have any effect
on the beat of your heart?
does it make you smile inside
and think of shooting stars
or fireflies?
i have magic in me.
tell me the truth.
do you see it at all?
I must be dense,
a picket fence.
I thought I knew her
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
It was just last night she mention,
and with all her intentions.
"Hey, Adagio! Let's fuck."
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
She undressed without duress,
as I was strokin', locomotion.
Her pussy she caressed.
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
It was quite a show,
then she blew me, don't you know.
Her lips made quite an impression.
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
And then she spread her legs,
and grabbed hold of my mumbly peg.
Then it hit me.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and bangs.
My sweet Carla.
who can help me with this,the editors turned it down
a picket fence.
I thought I knew her
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
It was just last night she mention,
and with all her intentions.
"Hey, Adagio! Let's fuck."
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
She undressed without duress,
as I was strokin', locomotion.
Her pussy she caressed.
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
It was quite a show,
then she blew me, don't you know.
Her lips made quite an impression.
My sweet Carla.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and short bangs.
And then she spread her legs,
and grabbed hold of my mumbly peg.
Then it hit me.
She's a hurricane with erotic fangs,
and bangs.
My sweet Carla.
who can help me with this,the editors turned it down
You summoned me with your eyes,
Like a slave, Im looking down, eager to glimpse your naked thighs.
You called my name, and within me lit a burning flame of madness,
Don't leave me now, I fear, it will be nothing but sadness.
I cherish your words, your desires and your command,
and wish you would wrap me with your love and attention.
Like a slave, Im looking down, eager to glimpse your naked thighs.
You called my name, and within me lit a burning flame of madness,
Don't leave me now, I fear, it will be nothing but sadness.
I cherish your words, your desires and your command,
and wish you would wrap me with your love and attention.
Prolific Writer
Dreams
When I was little I dreamed of a prince;
But life is not like that I was convinced.
You meet lots of people that are not for you;
You go on lots of dates and need to sift through.
Lots of laughing and lots of crying;
Just relax and stop all your whining.
It takes lots of time, to find that special one;
When you are looking, remember to have fun.
Than all of a sudden there they are;
You cannot believe your luck, when you wished on the star.
They are so special you are convinced;
This is the one, this is your prince;
You are so happy he is the one;
And to think you were concerned, you would not meet no one
You date and you learn so much together;
You have done it this is your forever.
He gives you a ring that expresses his love;
Its the ring you dreamed of it fits like a glove.
You plan and you dream of your special day;
Your parents walk you down the aisle and give you away.
At the end of the ceremony you end with a kiss;
This is your forever pure total bliss.
When I was little I dreamed of a prince;
But life is not like that I was convinced.
You meet lots of people that are not for you;
You go on lots of dates and need to sift through.
Lots of laughing and lots of crying;
Just relax and stop all your whining.
It takes lots of time, to find that special one;
When you are looking, remember to have fun.
Than all of a sudden there they are;
You cannot believe your luck, when you wished on the star.
They are so special you are convinced;
This is the one, this is your prince;
You are so happy he is the one;
And to think you were concerned, you would not meet no one
You date and you learn so much together;
You have done it this is your forever.
He gives you a ring that expresses his love;
Its the ring you dreamed of it fits like a glove.
You plan and you dream of your special day;
Your parents walk you down the aisle and give you away.
At the end of the ceremony you end with a kiss;
This is your forever pure total bliss.
Prolific Writer
Can somebody give me suggestions on my Poem Dreams...It was rejected. They said it was sweet but they are looking for more quality work.
Well It was just a cute poem about my life. Oh Well...
Well It was just a cute poem about my life. Oh Well...
Quote by Mysteria27
Can somebody give me suggestions on my Poem Dreams...It was rejected. They said it was sweet but they are looking for more quality work.
Well It was just a cute poem about my life. Oh Well...
Think you could have added a few notes about getting down on the floor and fucking your brains out...
Advanced Wordsmith
This is a poem I did that has been rejected twice now. Both reviewers suggested I post it here in poet's corner. I hope it is well received.
Title: Johnny Walkers Odd Ways.
Johnny Walker black,
Johnny Walker blue,
Johnny Walker hard as stone,
Johnny Walker soft as goo.
Johnny Walker needs a friend,
Johnny Walker needs a foe,
Johnny Walker needs relief,
Johnny Walker needs a hoe.
The night is cool,
The night is dark,
The night is full,
The night is long.
She was there,
She was fair,
She took cash,
She had a hot ass.
Led him in,
for his pleasured sin,
She flashed a wicked grin,
foe or friend. Johnny Walker bound,
no room no sound.
leather and wax,
crops and slaps.
Johnny Walker moans,
Johnny Walker groans,
Johnny Walker paid,
Johnny Walker plays.
Tied up or bonds released,
Johnny Walker is fully teased.
Weak within or strong without,
Johnny Walker bleeds, is pleased, and she pouts.
Its a strange game they play,
for pleasure and pain,
trade position, power and then
when he takes control
and she kneels in soil,
the routine takes its form.
Slave becomes master, and mistress becomes slave,
and for an extra fee makes porn.
The light it flashes,
and the crop it lashes,
and the new slave girl is trained.
Such elation,
on both their faces
with the switch and the cane.
Once she has learned,
and pleasure they have earned,
he leads them to the bed.
With an odd stroke,
a fiddle and a poke
their strange play finds its end.
With the hours lost,
and at some cost,
back to his home, he she did send.
With a smile and rap of the tile,
she tossed his cash in the coffer.
Then looks at him,
winked and a grin
simply to say, "same time next week, Johnny Walker."
Johnny Walker, black,
Johnny Walker blue,
Johnny Walker home,
Johnny Walker through.
Title: Johnny Walkers Odd Ways.
Johnny Walker black,
Johnny Walker blue,
Johnny Walker hard as stone,
Johnny Walker soft as goo.
Johnny Walker needs a friend,
Johnny Walker needs a foe,
Johnny Walker needs relief,
Johnny Walker needs a hoe.
The night is cool,
The night is dark,
The night is full,
The night is long.
She was there,
She was fair,
She took cash,
She had a hot ass.
Led him in,
for his pleasured sin,
She flashed a wicked grin,
foe or friend. Johnny Walker bound,
no room no sound.
leather and wax,
crops and slaps.
Johnny Walker moans,
Johnny Walker groans,
Johnny Walker paid,
Johnny Walker plays.
Tied up or bonds released,
Johnny Walker is fully teased.
Weak within or strong without,
Johnny Walker bleeds, is pleased, and she pouts.
Its a strange game they play,
for pleasure and pain,
trade position, power and then
when he takes control
and she kneels in soil,
the routine takes its form.
Slave becomes master, and mistress becomes slave,
and for an extra fee makes porn.
The light it flashes,
and the crop it lashes,
and the new slave girl is trained.
Such elation,
on both their faces
with the switch and the cane.
Once she has learned,
and pleasure they have earned,
he leads them to the bed.
With an odd stroke,
a fiddle and a poke
their strange play finds its end.
With the hours lost,
and at some cost,
back to his home, he she did send.
With a smile and rap of the tile,
she tossed his cash in the coffer.
Then looks at him,
winked and a grin
simply to say, "same time next week, Johnny Walker."
Johnny Walker, black,
Johnny Walker blue,
Johnny Walker home,
Johnny Walker through.
my witty cum-back is on its way
Prolific Writer
Cyber Thoughts (Another Rejected Poem)
It is so exciting to have a cyber lover;
To share our thoughts and lustful desires.
I chat and I talk and have many conversations;
But always hoping for that special connection.
I think of topics and my mind starts to think;
Of interesting things that generate heat.
I type and I write all these interesting thoughts
Once I get started I get kind of lost.
The topics can range from all sorts of stuff;
The characters can be sexy or they may be tough.
I have played many parts they are so exciting
a slut, a whore, a vixen, a virgin
Everyday is different and lots of fun
Its fun and exciting to turn my friends on.
Who would have thought this place called Lush;
Would generate these feelings and cause a big rush.
I am so glad I found it and that I found others;
Who like to cyber and have these desires.
Let me know your thoughts on this....xoxoox
It is so exciting to have a cyber lover;
To share our thoughts and lustful desires.
I chat and I talk and have many conversations;
But always hoping for that special connection.
I think of topics and my mind starts to think;
Of interesting things that generate heat.
I type and I write all these interesting thoughts
Once I get started I get kind of lost.
The topics can range from all sorts of stuff;
The characters can be sexy or they may be tough.
I have played many parts they are so exciting
a slut, a whore, a vixen, a virgin
Everyday is different and lots of fun
Its fun and exciting to turn my friends on.
Who would have thought this place called Lush;
Would generate these feelings and cause a big rush.
I am so glad I found it and that I found others;
Who like to cyber and have these desires.
Let me know your thoughts on this....xoxoox
Quote by Mysteria27i thought it was a very good poem ..and very good quality to me ..i like it and very happy your dreams came true
Can somebody give me suggestions on my Poem Dreams...It was rejected. They said it was sweet but they are looking for more quality work.
Well It was just a cute poem about my life. Oh Well...
