Forbidden Lust

The prettiest girl I knew
was funny too.
Her banging body
made her a super hottie.
She had pretty blue eyes
just like mine.
I have thick blonde hair, hers is fine.
I saw her everyday,
sometimes we'd kiss and play
but I wanted more than just to kiss her,
I wanted to fuck my sister.

Extra curricular activities

Bruise and break with every bite
I want you to do this
Make me bleed
Never stop in the places you kiss

Many more times
Not once or thrice
Command me
I'll not settle for sadistic advice

No fight for dominance
A battle not lost nor fought
I'm yours for as long as you want me
But settle down, or we'll get caught

My shrieking stopped
Replaced by moans
Your tie around my eyes
and hands at my thighs

Quicken your pace
We've little time left
I'm yet to return the favour
And I'm to get dressed

We'll be late for next lesson
Of that I'm sure
What do we say this time
"Sorry, she's a whore"?

On my knees now
How thoughts race
Stationary cupboard is close.
How good you taste

Our 'extra studies' multiply
In a manner most prudent
You're always my teacher
And I, your studen

[I read no rules about one poem or past writes so I assume mine are OK?]


Student seduces

I attack you playfully
Our lips dancing joyfully together. We've waited for this for what seems like forever.

Your mouth reaches my neck and I allow you the access you require. You suck and nibble leaving your mark. There is no explaining that!

Our hands messily reach lower - Skirt raised, trousers unzipped. Hands pulsate in experienced experimentation. My knees buckle I'm at you mercy...

You lift me up and I wrap my legs around your waist. Were both ready for this - do it.

Never stopping your kisses the contents of your desk are shoved away. I'm placed upon it - your most prized possession. You give me that look...

...the one you bless me with each lesson - where you are the teacher and I am your student... Slightly biting your lip and eyes glazed over.

Was lust the emotion or another L word. I didn't need to know now I knew the answer but I'd ask afterward.

You stood over me hands at your belt...your eyes asked that question well enough and my nod answered - soon you thru....

*Beep beep beep* goes the school bell, time for science. I picked my head off the desk and walked to class, reminiscing the best day dream yet..

Forbidden

I want you
Unfortunately

I crave you
I can feel the saliva well in my mouth
Abundant flows choreographing
                 Telegraphing
                            My need
                   Forbidden

If you but knew
How I yearn for you
What would your response be?
     And how wrong is it of me to
                    Even explore these
                                  Thoughts
                                           Of
                                             You?

However, I must get these thoughts out
    Evince
           Before they eviscerate me
With their intensity

I yearn for thee
Burn for me
Like I...

No!
No, no

This, I cannot do
I refuse to entice you
No seduction

Let our relationship
Remain
                 Untouched
By this

Your need of me
Too great for this

Our roles are well-established

I must fight this battle alone
And
Against my deepest self
For you are in my dreams

I wake to lingering remnants
Of smoldering heat within my body
Thighs restlessly sliding, gliding
Fingertips whispering across desire-pebbled skin...

Oh! Unfair, unfair
My subconscious aligned against me
In this dire struggle

I am committed to winning against this, though.
I must
Absolutely
Unequivocally
My ethics will allow no less
I can never succumb to this

However, I am afire
      Searing need ravages me

Writing will assuage
That might I gauge
The only way to slake
This shattering want

Would that this were mere lust (as though that weren't enough to bring down castle walls)
If you I did not care for in so many, varied ways
Twould be easier, perchance, to relegate this fevered calescence
To some unconsigned place
                 Forgotten
Buried
   Never broached by my psyche again

But, no
Such surcease for me is not to be
For, you appeal to me on level after level, demolishing my resistance
(you do not know this and I am glad for the situation would be dire indeed, then)
I am in supplication to Deity that you never realize
              Never discover

I require aid
For
You are
             brilliant
                     And
                          clever

I will persevere
This war I must win

Lost

We loll casually entirely comfortable
Glass in hand talking, familiar subjects
"Did you fuck him?"
"No, did you?"
We laugh no way I ain’t gay
And you know it minx

Anyway she says what about that dance?
You teachin’ me or what?
We move
We sway
Why learn the waltz anyway?

She draws near her breath wine sweet in my ear
My arm around her waist so slender so tender
She avoids my gaze
Nuzzles my neck
Familiar stirrings long denied
Before they’re fully thought they’ve died
Killed by the horror of their consequence

Her hand strays to my buttocks, stroking
Little tease always joking
Seeking playful revenge
I move to kiss her cheek
She turns her lovely head
Catches me fully on the lips
“Gotcha” she quips

Her taste consumes me
The kiss returned tongue probing
Joins with hers
In answer to my sinful prayers

Erect penis comes between us
She’s aware, doesn’t care
The dreaded longed for moment is here
Trembling hand onto her breast
Feeling her heart's raging fires
Passion rises I lift her head
Forcing her to confront her desires
“You sure?”

Her hand slides down touching my manhood
Giving it a gentle squeeze “Please”
Blood pulse thunders through my veins
Consumes my brain

We stare, the other so familiar
Yet strangers in our nakedness
Each knowing we wanted this for years
Never daring to admit it
Even to ourselves

I take her there on the couch
Lost utterly lost
In illicit satisfaction of our lust
We plunder each other
Sister and brother
Forever damned
By incestuous union

Sudden Death

Whispering next door
giggles and moans
the familiar encouragement
and joy of union
with the squeaking bed

she listens
her eyes sad and then lustful
she sighs
her nipples harden
then she goes into lustland

at the breakfast table
she looks at them
sister and brother in law
they hardly look at her
they hold hands

she feels her rawness
and looks at him
and then at her
bitch! she is her twin
but she wants her so

memories of then
when they were together
tasting each other
two in one
kisses and love.

Almost the Other Woman

An undeveloped love once existed
But it died on my lips long ago
Leaving behind a mere lust
More persistent than any beau

His cologne tickles my nose
With pure pheromones in the air
His hand creeps up my thighs
Daring to brush against me there

Surrounded by all who could betray
Our brief exchange of longing
His love in just another room beyond ours
But I serve as the beacon of his loving

I'm the sin planted in his mind
As he imagines me on my knees
Greedily drinking him in
Like stolen wine from the spoiled and wealthy

As I beckon and tease, I pose a question...
Should I cave in or stand strong
If what she doesn't know won't burn
Then is playing with fire so wrong?

if taboo rules tonight
if the impossible comes to be
then i will hold you tight
in the maddest state of ecstasy

then will i explore
your body my puzzling mystery
for behind my heart's door
lies a very shady history

of lustful looks and secret admiration
of restlessness and inward fights
you put me in a state of emotional commotion
in fact you complicate my life

i am an embodiment of unholy desires
an epitome of schemes and dreams
and i will be nothing short of a liar
if i say i don't wanna swim your stream

to fondle that succulent gorgeous boobs
and kiss your luscious lips
in your warm world insert my tube
as i watch you wiggle your hips

then your melodious voice can speak
in tongues alien to man
until the sun begins to peek
we will still be getting down

for even if my hard erection
bows down to take a rest
it will bounce back to a standing ovation
once i come in contact with your breast

cause i like them big and firm
on a sumptuous figure robust and fair
and though i know you are married to a man
sometimes i wish he just wasn't there

You've got an angel's voice
You've got a devil's charm
Cupidus gave me no other choise
Tears are followed by a childish laugh.
I'm looking for accomplices
so I'd give you all the loot.
Don't give me fake promises,
don't, even if you could.
When I hear you,I thrill
for you I'm capable to kill.
But I am whispering a riff,
alone and drowning in my grief.
I can't breathe.You're my respiration.
My melodic elevation.
You're my death and recreation.
When I see you,I kneel
I let my soul in the air to swing.
Never say never,you never know
You may be my lover or I may be your foe.
Cause tomorrow is an unpredictable matter..
We're all novel characters of a Divine writer

Nothing is sacred.

You caught him cheating on you, 
Well that led to me catching you in my arms, as you willingly fell off the cliff of delusion. 
Though for you delusion was never the real problem. 
  I know that he didn't love you and I don't know him. 
I barely know you yet I'm still trying, and I don't know why myself. 
Maybe because I want to show your husband what pain in loss looks like. 
  
 When another man fucks your wife better than you ever will. 
I'm destined for a everlasting dip into the searing  abyss. 
I've almost come to terms with my soul adrift in the realm of perdition. 
I might as well go out as rambunctious as I came into this world. 
Oblivious. 
  
  I never thought I would be apart of the break in your Matrimony but it feels so fucking good. 
For reasons I can not explain in here. 
All I know is that you are beautiful and even though I don't know your husband of 9 years, I know he has been lying to your face for all of those 9 years. 
Believe it. 
I have true disdain for boys like him. He was bad. 
This boy is worse. 
I considered filling you up. 
But your mouth served as a suitable receptacle. 
Sensational indeed! 
He is scum, 
But I am worse. 
I'll be seeing you on Sunday baby.

Back around 1978, there was this one boy
who longed to use me as his favorite toy
You know the type, tall and lanky
always up for some hanky panky

Whenever he saw me, he would put his hands in his jeans pockets
I imagined it was because his blood pressure shot up like 4th of July rockets
at the thought of what was about to happen, if he played his cards right, some years ago
We never did seal the deal; we kept some secrets so no one would know

Once, in public, around 1988, he slowly turned his head to see if his girlfriend was watching him
and then he stared at me like I was a prize that he would  eventually win
Around 1998, he called and we began to meet in off-the-wall places
and we couldn't stop looking at each other's faces

I would sit on his lap and touch and smell his wavy hair
which, at this point, had turned salt and pepper, and I didn't care
We still had that spark, barely able to keep our hands off of each other
We knew it was forbidden just to meet, but it didn't matter

When we were alone, there was lots of teasing
by both of us, which I found pleasing
On the way to one of our secret meeting places
we brought bathing suits and in a lake under a moonlit sky, well, just like then, my heart still races

His skin was darker than mine, which I found irresistible
And his piercing brown eyes and thick eyebrows insatiable
I remember wanting every inch of him from top to bottom
but just unbuttoning his shirt, I couldn't keep my hands off of him

The last time that I heard from him was two thousand ten
and as usual, he said he was on a mission
and he wanted me to meet him by the railroad trestle
This was the last time we met; as we sat in his car, we talked, with my head between his neck and shoulder, we were both content to nestle

I never found out if it was lust or not
because he passed away this year, and I cannot find his plot
But I don't have to ask him, because the memories are still as steamy and hot
as the thought of how close we came and almost got

Though time does fight us,
and  we are surrounded with hate.

Though a dragon may guard you,
A terrible beast lay at your gate.

I shall not abandon
I shall not turn back
Nor shall I fall in the direst of straits

As For the taste of Our Love Dear...
I can hardly wait.

I don't belong to you

You always seem to want me
And just take me at the most ungodly hours
I'm the mistress you need to make sense of the world

You spread me open
Forcing your face deep within
I ride the bridge of your nose
And wrap myself dutifully around your sentinels gauging the waves as your temple pulses with each discovery of the unexplored yet familiar

You find shelter and comfort in my arms
because what others hear as the ramblings and mutterings of a crazy man
is a passion filled symphony between you and I
you the maestro
And I your baton

We see the world together
Changing the ominous
to the obvious

Yet

I don't belong to you

So please

Stop stroking my arms like that
Nibbling on them
And then expecting me to be on you

Complete you

But please

Baby please

Get your own pair of glasses

Because I don't belong to you