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Worship my body

diamond_inda_rough
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 18th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 2

diamond_inda_rough said:

thin carpets and cold floors
im on the pursuit of hell waiting to reach my goals
Ask God for his mercy upon my crooked soul
Cause we both know my heart is halfway here
but my promiscuity is a whole
I come and I go
Unsure of what will unfold
Will I be safe tonight?
Or is this the knife that will set me afloat?
Your favorite neighborhood dummy
your favorite neighborhood hoe
Now the neighborhood is taking off my clothes
I drank too much and I didnt even know
Nope I didnt even notice
and since my mind was so distorted
They made my feelings unimportant
Even if i would have gotten a warning I woulve ignored it
Cause in my brain I dont have the logic to be a self respectable woman
My confidence and my hope they took it
So now look at me.....
just tragic....
Between my legs holds all the magic
Just like any other average
just like any other bitch with no conscience wreaking havoc
causing chaos out of spite
I go out in the night
I do these things with a burning anger even though im the one losing the fight
Despite my despise i dont know what im battling
But I Try
Seems like everytime I really try
I fall victim to my mind
looking for love,
I just wanna be loved
Instead the devil is what I find
tick tock im running out of time
I have crossed the line
I am sleeping with these demons and all of 'em aint mine
A slap to the face
A kick in the back
No kisses on my forhead
My lovers ATTACK
I guess they just love real hard it wont last forever
"You shouldn't have done that Diamond, next time do better, BE BETTER."
"But aren't I already enough, aren't already a treasure?"
"HA HA whatever you're just here for my pleasure.. I put my hands on you cause you just don't measure.
Be honest with yourself, when will you ever leave?"

"I know......NEVER"

I will always be bound to these foul words and actions
Obligated to give my body to whoever grabs and asks for it
If i don't I feel like I am letting someone down
Even though they care nothing about me and leave me underground
I freeze up inside and wont make a sound
If i dont let him have it then some shits about to go down
Yeah all hell will break loose
If i dont be tha nasty gal that you want me to
If I dont fuck you right then i'm fucking someone else, RIGHT?
I gotta keep you reassured to prevent me being hurt
Even when im sick I still better lift up that skirt
I still better turn around on my back
Take it like that
A couple chokes, a couple slaps
I am a Sex Slave
my mind is in a vex rage
please turn to the next page
instead he turns me to the next way
New position how I lay
and I better fucking stay
I am something like a stray, I am definetly a dog
but do bitches still go to heaven when they dont wanna be dogged?
Please God get all these hands off of me
Black white brown hands feels like they still got me
Feels like I can still hear them and NOBODYS stopping them
Its ironic cause if i had a father he'd straight be popping them
but instead I call them daddy while i'm riding on top of them.
I look in the mirror ahhh man you Poor Bitch
he comes behind me, hot breath, body worship

-Diamond M. Williams

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

Choir Practice

Curious youth peek in on a lesson      
not meant for bible study, while upstairs
the choir practices.


Rutting in the basement
to the illicit heat of the moment,
late morning after church,
I say to him as he withdraws
and slides back in, not missing a beat:

“Jesus died for our sins.”
Licking sweat from his lips,
using english on my hips
to emphasize the thrust
of his query, he grunts
and murmurs with a frown,

“Damn, what sins could you
possibly be guilty of?”;
this forcing from my lungs
a delicious moan
hung from my grin
while panting up at him,

“I love doing this with you too much!”
to which he replies,
cleaving between my thighs,
“Then with my body
will I wash you clean, and
absolve you of your sins.”

At that moment he pulls out
to spray his holy water over me
and says almost immediately:

“Please, goddess, wear for me, I pray,
that Sunday dress I love so much.
It shows your body off so well
when later we go out to lunch,
and then I'll gladly go to hell!”

poet Anonymous

The Object of Fixations

The angles were always variable  
constellations, infinite  
stillness of water, abstruse  
and the aching yearn to lie with you  
entangled with bewilderment  
like beams of moonlight, buried deep  
in its own reflection of lavender silence.
 
I stretch my thoughts to the edge  
with brazen obsession of redolence  
circling your fire, aslant to the heat  
keeping winter's chill at bay  
with friction of my flesh  
grinding with yours  
hip to bone, soft against hard.  
The hush of words in quietude  
fall in staccatos, stoking the hearth  
with our fantasies afire.  

The burn, imminent  
yet, I surrender  
in your cage-less embrace  
orbiting to the center of your soul.  
 
You flirt, alongside  
to the blue moonlight  
taking a strand of my hair, wrapping  
around your finger, with slow  
acute precision of an executioner  
pulling me closer, unveiling  
inhibitions with piercing gaze  
painting my ripe lush landscape  
with your tongue, moulding  
sculpting every curve and fold  
with wild determination  
taking pleasures from liquified  
drippings, trickling  
the rapture into your mouth  
recreating
Object of fixations.  
 
Be
my chaos  
if not  
my salvation  
of unruly obsessions.


Inspired by the art of Oppenheim's Object (sculpture)  1936

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Held Red

She crossed her heart
With tilt of smile
As fingers twisted round each other
Behind her back stiff with nerves

She
Swore faithfulness
Swore to love
To honor the man who
Saw her soul and thought it poetry

But she was a wild child
Raised on corn mash
& Rock and Roll

And felt a desperate need to hold
Her youth tight in sweaty palm
And squeeeze
Catching every drop on her lip
Sucking there it's sweet

She met Johnny out in tall grasses
Begged him
Make her feel a girl again
In their old field
He slid hands up smooth
White
Thighs that shook
Causing her hunger to consume any
Chance of turning back

And as his fingers reached panties
The twinkle twinkle of glitter star
Caught the hungry blue
In her crying eyes
He paused so.....
She shoved white cotton down
Spread her labia
And begged his entrance

Johnny
Forever the bad boy
Sunk into her cunt like it was a tub of
Hot scalding bath water
And thanked the heat her sticky slick
Ease produced
His dick sang as her squeezebox beat
Held virgin tight
Him firmly pressed into her heat

He gave in to his wicked grin
Shoving in and harder in over again
While her clit screamed
And begged for more

Her tears came down now like skipped stones
Wildly tossed down red cheeks
By burning eyes that
Refused to close
To miss one glimpse
Of her younger
Prettier self
Would be the loss of it all

Or to miss one wave of this wanted
Sensation
This freedom punk rock climax pound
Of vaginal anarchy chorus

The only thing she missed
Was her husbands boots that warned
His approach with plenty of sound
He sighed a deep longing hurt
A quiver of lovers sorrow
Held Arrows across his back
But he merely turned around
And left her with remembered youth
And emptiness

Written by Calamitygin

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Need

His feather touch swept
Lost and longing
From her weary wet eyes
Erasing memory held hard there
Of lonesome days
When solitude held ransom
Her rose colored sunrise

He nibbled up
The fortunate curve
Of her womanly side
With kisses like raindrops
That made her wet
Washing empty ache away
Opening her up with
Fast release of flood
As she began to feel and cried

His hand slid down
Her rounded slope
Of pelvis in lift
Until his two finger burn
Came to her bodies rescue
Easing her crippling need
As red clitoral bud swelled
In hot return

A Prometheus gift ...
His inferno thrust
Into inhibitions wound tight
Shaking loose her martyrs clench
Causing a womanly wild grind
With beautiful abandon
Exhaling solitude with heavy breath
She left lament behind

Her hands kneaded sweaty man
Celebrating sweet freedom
From once captive fists
And her claws dug deep
Into tender rear
Leaving red passionate trails
Down round derriere

Quick climax came loud
A tango dance
Of pure rhythmic pulse
Announced with genital drumming
In tremble of tribal moan
His living gift of man filling
Her once desert home

Written by Calamitygin





poet Anonymous

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Dhenz
Laters Baby
Twisted Dreamer
Philippines
Joined 25th May 2016
Forum Posts: 20

stop there....
dont move
i do the one
who would choose
how we make love
for the second time
just lay down
and i start

I tie your hands
up on your head
kissing your lips
Going down ahead
as i move my lips
down to ur body
i don't heard anythng
you just moan softly

kissing your nipple
bite it soft
make it hard
hard at all
rolling your eyes
as i kiss you down
down to your tummy
and still going down

I massage your dick
before i suck it
i lick your balls
and bite it softly
you requested me to sit
on your hard dick
But i say to you
Laters baby

kyledriver
Lost Thinker
Canada
Joined 3rd Sep 2016
Forum Posts: 4

        Wondering Hands

Fingers rolling over your breast
Thumping heart inside your chest
Slowly the pace stops on a nipple
Warm and soft fingers did ripple

Hand that is firm but soft did it cup
Left you wondering wonder what's up
Curved is your body this hand caress
Under laced bra clip and undress

Full your breast warm soft and supple
Soft warm lips slowly they suckle
Firmly together nipples collide
Over nipples tweak fingers glide

Lower the movement did this hand
Sliding softly where will it land
Tickling over womanly hip
Softly and firmly pressing moist lip

Five wondering fingers over your mound
Searching out heat moisture and sound
Moans you make setting the pace
Pleasure experiencing shown on your face

Wrist and forearm move into action
Insert two fingers a lifting reaction
Slowly flexing forearm muscle
Working firm hand under sheet tussle

Extremely wet warm with friction
Harder now hand with conviction
Moans and groans twitching and lift
Aiding the hand motion more swift

Continuing action experience pleasure
Nearly impossible feeling to measure
Flushing with moisture final reaction
Slower now ease every contraction

Slower slower the hand does caress
Your hand over his sexual mess
Together warm rub inside your thighs
Deeply looking satisfying those eyes

Aurien
Strange Creature
Joined 17th Dec 2013
Forum Posts: 3

In response to: Giving You Praise©

You've almost convinced me to be a believer again. Great work!


Aurien
Strange Creature
Joined 17th Dec 2013
Forum Posts: 3

THE OFFERING

Every curve, I am unnerved
An erotic sight to see
My tongue, on every rung
Each step an ecstasy

Beholding you, the words I spew
Justice cannot be done
But with touch, I can do much
Do not fear my loaded gun

Maturbation, my donation
On the altar of your skin
Lying in chains, a beauty caged
The supple object of my sin

My religion, your decision
To make your body my victim
The seed I spill, will be your last meal
You cannot restrict him

It's your fault, your body, a vault
Of pleasures desired by all
But you are mine, you chose this time
To be the one to take the fall

Why so lovely, why so yummy
Your body the work of angel and demon
Now take my alms, produced by palms
And taste my offering of semen


Aurien
Strange Creature
Joined 17th Dec 2013
Forum Posts: 3

CHOIR PRACTICE

What can I say? Dirty. Lovely. Raw. Love it!

lanooz
Twisted Dreamer
United States 14awards
Joined 21st July 2012
Forum Posts: 240

Worship

Your body electric like electricity giving hell to the electrician. I'm so done with anyone else's business, all I need now is the most beautiful girl with the most beautiful body imaginable. Imaginative mind to please your curvy features that like water flow to no end. The majestic river after you come home from the pleasure. I love worshipping that body of yours, that high and low drama of satisfaction met from a mere mortal trying to decipher between the heavens and the hotness of your cells. The only thing hotter is hell. Hello my lovely all night touching glory head to toenails imagining things any other way I cannot as I slowly tie you down to caress your whole body and mind, but don't mind me I'm going deep into the glory of your womanhood. They say great sex involves the mind, and tonight your body is mine for the taking, breaststroke allowed full access to the cherry on top of the voluptuous moans of a sudden departure.



poet Anonymous

You stroke my body
tender touches of pure fire,
make me shiver, make me moan,
make my body stretch
like a cat
You like that
Your eyes register
desire.

You have the power
to give pleasure
to take it away
you torture me
you drive me insane.

Most of all, you have control
over my feelings
over my body
over my soul

You tease me
I can't refuse
I won't

I love the torment
I love having no choice
I love my surrender
to you...

You give pain and pleasure
as you please
you raise me up
to my knees
you delight in my
delightful suffering.

The moment comes
like a distant choir
your tender strokes intensify
my body shivers
aching with desire
no longer wanting to be caressed
it wants to be overpowered
possessed
by you
my best.

You administer pain and pleasure
both
I don't question your measure
they feel the same
coming from you.

You are the power
you are in control
you only please me
to torture me more....

kyledriver
Lost Thinker
Canada
Joined 3rd Sep 2016
Forum Posts: 4

Well done really enjoyed it.

YourDarkRose
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 5th Sep 2016
Forum Posts: 3

Do ya like..

Its about to be fall,
And winter is near.
I need my partner to cuddle my rear.
Keep me warm, through those cold timeless nights.
Things would be so calm, it wouldn’t spark a fight.
My mind is so twisted, that this poem will take a turn.
You have to realize, that I’m a sexual person
And my feelings need to be yearned.
I climb on top, and kiss you passionately right.
Baby I’m turned on, and we’re getting it on tonight.
Let me relieve you of your stress, as I kiss down your chest.
I will make this a sin you will have to confess.
Let’s take the time and do it right.
Release the freak I posses tonight.


YourDarkRose

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