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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 8:21pm
10th Aug 2017 8:21pm
Under The Moonlight
The scent of alcohol lingers in your breath
As you kiss me leaving a taste of decadence death
In my tongue and lips.
With just a single kiss
I know the night is painted with immortality in the air
I can see this in your eyes and stare.
Come, my love, we both are drunk..you in beer and I with love.
Let us ride the wings of the night and soar high above....
Your hands caress my naked body....from my thighs up to my breasts.
Tonight, neither one of us will find sleep or rest
As we indulge ourselves in the sightly art of sexual delights
As we...
As you kiss me leaving a taste of decadence death
In my tongue and lips.
With just a single kiss
I know the night is painted with immortality in the air
I can see this in your eyes and stare.
Come, my love, we both are drunk..you in beer and I with love.
Let us ride the wings of the night and soar high above....
Your hands caress my naked body....from my thighs up to my breasts.
Tonight, neither one of us will find sleep or rest
As we indulge ourselves in the sightly art of sexual delights
As we...
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 4:10am
13th Aug 2017 4:10am
Courtesan in the House of Madness
Courtesan in the House of Madness
I am a strapping young lass fresh out of the madhouse. My Mom said I was loopy as a cross-eyed cowgirl. But I am footloose and fancy free. In my heart I am a flapper girl doing the Charleston on the loading docks of New Orleans with my hips swinging to beat of ragtime turned jazz which plays on my imaginary jukebox. Oranges in crates scent my wharf dance. My wild haired seduction wins whistles from the skirt chasing longshoremen. But my whisky lips will kiss only one tonight. Like the slide of a trombone my legs shuffle to the rhythm of...
I am a strapping young lass fresh out of the madhouse. My Mom said I was loopy as a cross-eyed cowgirl. But I am footloose and fancy free. In my heart I am a flapper girl doing the Charleston on the loading docks of New Orleans with my hips swinging to beat of ragtime turned jazz which plays on my imaginary jukebox. Oranges in crates scent my wharf dance. My wild haired seduction wins whistles from the skirt chasing longshoremen. But my whisky lips will kiss only one tonight. Like the slide of a trombone my legs shuffle to the rhythm of...
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BlackHyde17
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 7:59pm
14th Aug 2017 7:59pm
10 Reasons 2
TEN REASONS TO”
Number one-its fun my son
Number two-when blue cheer you
Number three-its free yippee
Number four-to poor to whore
Number five-stay alive and thrive
Number six-no chicks for kicks
Number seven-just revin feeling heaven
Number eight-feels great to masturbate
Number nine-works fine on mine
Number ten-have yen repeat again
Number one-its fun my son
Number two-when blue cheer you
Number three-its free yippee
Number four-to poor to whore
Number five-stay alive and thrive
Number six-no chicks for kicks
Number seven-just revin feeling heaven
Number eight-feels great to masturbate
Number nine-works fine on mine
Number ten-have yen repeat again
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Mogwai
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2017 7:49pm
2nd Aug 2017 7:49pm
Skinned
I grab the leash and command you,.
You waltz around on all fours,.
You eager pussy standing in the air,.
I guide you along and pull you closer to me,.
Your eyes are wide in a silent plea,.
To you i will instill discipline,.
To you I will corrupt your skin,.
I pull you to your desires,.
You wrap your lips around the tip,.
I push you away for you have not earned what I offer,.
Stick out your tongue, I command,.
My precum needs a place to land,.
I grab the leash again,.
Pulling you back in,.
Down your throat my...
You waltz around on all fours,.
You eager pussy standing in the air,.
I guide you along and pull you closer to me,.
Your eyes are wide in a silent plea,.
To you i will instill discipline,.
To you I will corrupt your skin,.
I pull you to your desires,.
You wrap your lips around the tip,.
I push you away for you have not earned what I offer,.
Stick out your tongue, I command,.
My precum needs a place to land,.
I grab the leash again,.
Pulling you back in,.
Down your throat my...
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