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THE FIRST TIME TASTE
I
can remember the
amazing out of this
world first time that
my manhood was accepted
in a sweet, hot, deep mouth.
I
had to "fight" to keep control
and enjoy my first trip to a
dream world I had only heard about.
How could anything feel so
amazing and out of this world?
THEN
all control was lost as my manhood
erupted in a volcanic release...
lost in another world...seeing
stars, hearing angelic voices'
a weakness and tingling take
control of my body.
THEN
unexpectedly an open mouth ...
can remember the
amazing out of this
world first time that
my manhood was accepted
in a sweet, hot, deep mouth.
I
had to "fight" to keep control
and enjoy my first trip to a
dream world I had only heard about.
How could anything feel so
amazing and out of this world?
THEN
all control was lost as my manhood
erupted in a volcanic release...
lost in another world...seeing
stars, hearing angelic voices'
a weakness and tingling take
control of my body.
THEN
unexpectedly an open mouth ...
#bisexual
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#passion
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4 Comments
Licensed to Thrill
Your spellbinding stare
Undressing me with your eyes
Envious women, jealous men
Your loaded gun
My body longing
You know just what to do
Sipping cocktails
Your fingers brush my knee
As my panties dampen
Anticipation distracting
I’m getting sexed tonight
You whisper your arousal
Sweet Valentine’s night commands
My desire demands your attention
Your not so secret mission
To ride my backside
Caress my...
Undressing me with your eyes
Envious women, jealous men
Your loaded gun
My body longing
You know just what to do
Sipping cocktails
Your fingers brush my knee
As my panties dampen
Anticipation distracting
I’m getting sexed tonight
You whisper your arousal
Sweet Valentine’s night commands
My desire demands your attention
Your not so secret mission
To ride my backside
Caress my...
#erotic
#lover
#passion #ValentinesDay
#passion #ValentinesDay
186 reads
10 Comments
valentines bouquet
a taxi stops as I stand
by my window wondering
who will come out
a young woman
bearing a huge parcel
I open my front door
reach for whats inside
flowers, a beautiful
round shaped vase
with floral petals
at the bottom
the four letters
of his name
on a small card
I place the coverage
in my hallway
oh wait there is more
a little teddy bear
wrapped in plastic
holding a mini box
of chocolates
........
having crossed...
by my window wondering
who will come out
a young woman
bearing a huge parcel
I open my front door
reach for whats inside
flowers, a beautiful
round shaped vase
with floral petals
at the bottom
the four letters
of his name
on a small card
I place the coverage
in my hallway
oh wait there is more
a little teddy bear
wrapped in plastic
holding a mini box
of chocolates
........
having crossed...
#friendship
#prison
68 reads
12 Comments
Scarlet Letter (Mm.. Softy Cradled In His Riptide)
My body's sinsations is reaping
Erratic heartbeats spiraling into a tornado of passion
The sweeten taste of ecstasy slowly seeping
Shh…soft whimpers of anticipation
Anchoring in the haloed silken passage of my divinity
Savoring the essence of my hunger, surrendering my Sacred Chakra unto the three Heavens of his beguiling powers
Carnal pleasure upon ink stains tattooed in the sanctuary of my heart
Shadowing the total eclipse of my mind
Fading into the pigmentation of my fervent skin
It’s carnal feast of pleasure I do indulge ...
Erratic heartbeats spiraling into a tornado of passion
The sweeten taste of ecstasy slowly seeping
Shh…soft whimpers of anticipation
Anchoring in the haloed silken passage of my divinity
Savoring the essence of my hunger, surrendering my Sacred Chakra unto the three Heavens of his beguiling powers
Carnal pleasure upon ink stains tattooed in the sanctuary of my heart
Shadowing the total eclipse of my mind
Fading into the pigmentation of my fervent skin
It’s carnal feast of pleasure I do indulge ...
#lover
#passion
#spiritual
#sun
#water
139 reads
2 Comments
kite strings
Some days
I feel like a runaway kite
caught in the branches of a tree
the wind wants to take me
but this world wants to tether me
I've been smashing into trees
ever since I was small enough
to learn how to climb
how to face the fear
and jump
how to brace
for the inevitable fall
I still carry the splinters
between my thighs
across my arms
down my ribs
I like way the memories hurt
because they remind me
I've always been chasing freedom ...
I feel like a runaway kite
caught in the branches of a tree
the wind wants to take me
but this world wants to tether me
I've been smashing into trees
ever since I was small enough
to learn how to climb
how to face the fear
and jump
how to brace
for the inevitable fall
I still carry the splinters
between my thighs
across my arms
down my ribs
I like way the memories hurt
because they remind me
I've always been chasing freedom ...
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
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6 Comments
gravel in the grave (with Adagio)
Romancing the craters potholes
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
#dark
#loneliness
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not gonna do it
you walked in wearin sunshine for skin
and my world turned yellow
paintin rays across my shadowed canvas
bringin light to everythin I’ve been missin
but I don’t write love poems
your laughter cuts thru frost
like dawn after a winter’s night
warm and merciless
a meltin of light
I collect with my bare hands
but I don’t write love poems
my hands speak a language
you taught them to remember
against black and white keys
each note risin like a prayer
to whatever god
created the curve of your...
and my world turned yellow
paintin rays across my shadowed canvas
bringin light to everythin I’ve been missin
but I don’t write love poems
your laughter cuts thru frost
like dawn after a winter’s night
warm and merciless
a meltin of light
I collect with my bare hands
but I don’t write love poems
my hands speak a language
you taught them to remember
against black and white keys
each note risin like a prayer
to whatever god
created the curve of your...
#love
#lover
#lust
#passion
#wife
69 reads
7 Comments
Words
Words, words, words.
Innumerable words,
Endless words,
Aimless words.
Words scattered in space,
Without intent
And scope.
In the smoke room.
At the cafetteria.
At the hall.
Words that captured,
Words that gave you depression,
Words that strangulated,
Words that menaced,
Words that captured you by the throat,
And did not let you move.
Words that sprouted their tentacles
And captured their favorite prey
And spread their digestive liquids.
Eating you up!
On a silent afternoon.
In october. ...
Innumerable words,
Endless words,
Aimless words.
Words scattered in space,
Without intent
And scope.
In the smoke room.
At the cafetteria.
At the hall.
Words that captured,
Words that gave you depression,
Words that strangulated,
Words that menaced,
Words that captured you by the throat,
And did not let you move.
Words that sprouted their tentacles
And captured their favorite prey
And spread their digestive liquids.
Eating you up!
On a silent afternoon.
In october. ...
#confusion
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0 Comments
Will You Be My Valentine?
Will You Be My Valentine?
Will you be my valentine?
Must have said that a thousand times
I sent several invites to dine
Hundreds of roses fair and fine
Chocolate boxes more than nine
with all kinds of bottles of wine
Waiting for a wink or just a sign
to say that you agree to be mine
No reply nothing just a message online
A shrug with a sleazy punch line:
“You’re a fool for thinking I’m thine
I need someone who makes me shine
A bull. I don’t care if he’s a swine
As long as he has...
Will you be my valentine?
Must have said that a thousand times
I sent several invites to dine
Hundreds of roses fair and fine
Chocolate boxes more than nine
with all kinds of bottles of wine
Waiting for a wink or just a sign
to say that you agree to be mine
No reply nothing just a message online
A shrug with a sleazy punch line:
“You’re a fool for thinking I’m thine
I need someone who makes me shine
A bull. I don’t care if he’s a swine
As long as he has...
#love
#disappointment
#relationships
89 reads
4 Comments
Valentine Once More
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#love
#heartbroken
#rejection
43 reads
8 Comments
So Richly Chased...
Too few torrid tales our past could now tell
if we could just play 'Do you remember?'
but such astounding things they'd ring love's bell
round the cosmos's last, dying ember...
And oh, how fiercely rich, our brief time came,
that all Titans' black oil could not purchase
these memories, Fort Knox's gold, mere grain
compared to your dream, here, so richly chased.
But as our brief life reaches its full height
the deepest sleep descends to quench our schemes,
when time starts to stick in its sneaky knife
I...
if we could just play 'Do you remember?'
but such astounding things they'd ring love's bell
round the cosmos's last, dying ember...
And oh, how fiercely rich, our brief time came,
that all Titans' black oil could not purchase
these memories, Fort Knox's gold, mere grain
compared to your dream, here, so richly chased.
But as our brief life reaches its full height
the deepest sleep descends to quench our schemes,
when time starts to stick in its sneaky knife
I...
#sonnet
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2 Comments
Unraveling Narrative
b]Unraveling narrative entwined in your corset
with the decadent essence of the piranha
Beneath the stone in nicotine's addiction
dealing the Tarot from stiletto to infinity's
remnants locked in a cradle absent of light
With each heartbeat, a scythe to my ears
on a tapestry of forgotten years with the
essence of the piranha in the dark's coal tar
dangling from the umbilical, possessed [/b]
with the decadent essence of the piranha
Beneath the stone in nicotine's addiction
dealing the Tarot from stiletto to infinity's
remnants locked in a cradle absent of light
With each heartbeat, a scythe to my ears
on a tapestry of forgotten years with the
essence of the piranha in the dark's coal tar
dangling from the umbilical, possessed [/b]
#dark
#erotic
#lust
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0 Comments
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