She's riding dirty With her Erotic words Which causes my creative juices to start Flowing with this poem So keep riding me dirty It brings out the best in me To where I'm ready to get down and dirty with my own Sexual Adventure Poetry
Have I ever told you that I need and want you here within my arms holding you, so deeply and so passionate within the depth of my soul of souls. Infusing the awakening thoughts buried beneath, the surface of my mind dreams of feeling your beauty so softly within my arms. Yet capturing the deepness of your true intelligence, and strength and courage with strong endurance to withstand the weight of the world. For even now as I stare into the depth of your eyes, as we are skin against thy skin of our flesh as I whisper in your ears, softly penetrating through the systematic subliminal thoughts...
Princess, I love the taste of your sweet lips as they gently, with passion, cause my heart rhythm skips. I love the softness and taste of your tongue as it ignites dueling passion as all night kissing is begun. I love to see your eyes gently close as I hold your body closer than my skin as we kiss over and over again. Oh, I taste you in my dream and long for you when I awake Oh, my beautiful Princess, please kiss me for heaven's sake.
Iíve a friend who told me that Technique Lessens the honest Organic Intimacy Of writing
I guess I can see that
We tend to think Of language In terms of lexicons, Compiled and Agreed Upon, by Communal Order
Within these syllabic Confines I can tell you, That I remember My great grandmotherís hands Were chitinous As a scarab Beetle, Pale as marble Shot through with Petrichor Veins of Ice Blue, Hard as The unearthed...