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Your Delilah

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
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Poetry Contest

Erotic poem competition. Must be erotic! New writes only and any length. Create an erotic atmosphere between you and your Delilah! Be creative!

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
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The Delilah of the Night (Collab with Sky_dancer)

Touch me, your full bloom lips,
blood-swollen and taught.  
Taste my mind, it's waxing;  
consummate.  
Take me where the dead lay,  
lie with me,  
at your altar I sacrifice my soul.  
 
With lips parted and eyes bloomed I will. {Eyes bowed to you, supple and supplicated}  
Take you  
and lean you over my alter. {I offer my sacrifice to you,  Lord of My Aching}  
Cleaving your legs;  
I thrust  
to where the dead still dream;  
pushing. {Where life waxes and wanes, rivers rage; untamed}  
 
Unsheathing from you,  
the sight  
was bone marrow upon flushed skin. {Ashen and veined, throbbing strings, yours to pluck}  
Stirrings of poetic ardor,  
lustful aromas,  
laying with you,  
I’ve tasted you well. {A decadent array: skin, flesh, bone, marrow. Open me, devour 'til I'm dust}  
 
Your laces pulled;  
swaying in our lilac heat,  
my belt buckle clinking. {Heart stops, as do clock's, Pavlovian slit}  
Blindfolded with poetic ardor bliss we are,  
sightless to the unadventurous, {hidden in plain sight}  
deaf to the unrhythmical, {silent, sexual psalm}  
numb to a purist’s scrutiny. {Unchained but bound in rope and lust}  
 
Heaven under these hallowed vaults;  
loud, painful ecstasy. {Choirs of agony - each strike plucks a note}  
Oh, the humidity in your panties; perfumed bliss! {Meadows in morning dew, run through me; fingers brushing petals in your wind}  
Darkly erotic verse billows  
from our gaping mouths. {Breathe your incantations into my soul}  
And from our sweating bodies so close,  
your eyes blossom at mine. {Celestial bodies, in binary gravity}  
    
Sorcerous verses as you gasp;  
amorous lyric,  
“oh, temptress, allure me to Hell!” I roared.  
“Oh, I’m your fuckin’ claim!” you squealed.  
I do confess now,  
my blinded senses had awoken  
to the Delilah of the night.  
{Yet, with no deceit or falsehood. Your power is your benediction, my surrender is yours, My Lord}
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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Non entry poem

ReggiePoet
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The Best Girl, Her Master, His Wife & Her Lover

a BDSM story, in verse

A gigolo, caught in a risky position—
His Cock in another man’s bride!
He was fucking the wife of a Roman Patrician
For denarii to earn on the side

This Woman of Rome craved a partner well-hung
Whilst her husband was average, at best
So she summoned this Pleb to sneak into their home—
To her own private courtyard, for sex

Their coition, renowned for its carnal excess
From the fury and sound it induced
And the wife’s vocal joy, which she failed to suppress
And the tragic result this produced

Recommended by friends, he was handsome and buff
And well-spoken, athletic, square-jawed
Undismayed by her penchant for sex a bit rough
But these traits weren’t his most favored draw—

This Pleb was employed for The Cock he possessed—
A Male Organ of opulent size!
And his Scrotum conveyed a Magnificent Set—
Splendid Jewels, full of masculine pride!

Although very well-hung, he began with his tongue
Which he diddled around her vagina
And then took the plunge from her Cunny to Bung
Where he wriggled his tongue deep inside her!

As his licking increased, she dropped down on her knees
And she gnarred like a bitch still in heat
With her ass beckoning that he do as he please—
The Lothario’s tongue split her cheeks!

A gorgeous young woman, she growled and she huffed
As his lips and tongue Rimmed her Back Door
And the Licking he gave her was thorough and rough
And it teased her deep down in her core!

From “up front” to “out back” his tongue ransacked her Crack
Warming up her tight Pucker and Cooch
With her Pussy lip-smacked, she got flipped on her back—
And that ’s when he turned his Cock loose!

Like a ravenous beast crashing in on their feast
Like a starving bear gulping down honey
His Cock laid Its claim on her choicest of meat
As it gorged itself on her sweet Cunny!

With her thighs stretched out wide while his Cock drove inside—
It was Huge! …and he knew how to work It!
Every pose that he tried made her climax, cross-eyed!
It made every denarius worth it!

As his Grand Serpent writhed like an earthquake inside
She could feel its head plunder her womb
It confirmed that her lust could not be satisfied
By that timid, limp Dick on her groom!

His endurance was strong and his Cock thick and long
So her Cunt barely took It all in
And That Fuck was prolonged, though she knew it was wrong
As he slammed It, Balls-Deep, in her Quim!

With both her holes filled—overflowing with jizz
Each new orgasm drawing more cries
She was fighting back tears for her best Fuck in years
From that Cock of implacable size!

Don't belittle her gigolo's acts as depraved—
He was hired to amuse and delight!
The Dicking he gave her was just what she craved
The best Fuck she would have in her life!

The Lothario’s Cock had just busted her Ass
When her husband walked in to the yard!
They got caught as his wife failed to stifle her gasp—
The last thrust of his Cock, deep and hard!

Her husband assumed that his wife was seduced
Servants blocked off her playboy’s escape
And then unfairly subject to Roman abuse
When the wife falsely claimed she was RAPED!

Now her husband was wary! He heard the delight
In his wife’s heady sex-frenzied grunt—
He suspected this suitor dared challenge his right
As the sole Master of his Prized Cunt!


The Patrician’s wife, naked, then fled from the scene
As her husband called out for more help
And his eunuch slaves sniggered at what they had seen
Upon hearing her mortified yelp

The Patrician commanded the satyr be seized
And then dragged out the villa’s front gate
The whole city should witness what he would receive
Still unclothed, and awaiting his fate

As they waited to hear the Patrician’s lambast
With concern for how harsh be his orders
The gigolo knew he would likely be lashed
And perhaps have his genitals tortured!

His plight was unpleasant; to him, nothing new
He could take a sound thrashing, and more—
Advertising one’s assets, displayed in plain view
Meant more customers for this man-whore

He abstained from resisting, for fear of the sword
He saw strapped to the chief eunuch’s thigh
His Erection, now wilting, still partly engorged
Was a Target of Grandiose Size!

When securely tied up between two solid posts
With his arms and his legs stretched out wide
All the servants and neighbors stood watching, engrossed
Overwhelmed by his genital’s size!

The Patrician’s wife hastened to catch-up the pack
As she awkwardly clutched at a robe
When she witnessed the scene, she was taken aback
Upon seeing her man-toy exposed!

Standing naked, clad only in Masculine Pride
In his bonds by the side of the road
As he stood there he drew every feminine eye
As his Ponderous Schlong hung exposed!

With a Penis that hung nearly down to his knees
Muscled lust, yet now lolling relaxed
While his pendulous Testicles swung in the breeze
Any bull moose would envy that Rack!

Every woman who saw him now longed to get screwed
By that Phallus, so large, thick and tanned
First his wife, then his slave girls, collectively knew
The Patrician was clearly outmanned!

The Patrician considered the evidence there
Hanging heavy, exposed in the sun
And he knew every female he owned would compare
That debaucher’s huge Cock to his own!

If he played his cards right, and embarrassed his wife
Shedding light on the truth of her tale
And his doubt was proved right, he would deal with his plight
Through enslavement, divorce, and her sale!

Every witness that day ascertained right away
That this handsome man, so well-endowed
Was no rapist, per se; but her Consort, for pay!
The wife’s story would soon come unwound!

Soon, such gossip brought out many gawkers of course
They were drawn by the ribald sensation
The women, on hearing he’s hung like a horse
And the men, to see harsh flagellation!

As his wit charmed the ladies, he showed no distress
As they ogled what dangled so heavy
His endowment of heft hung a bit to the left
As the Noble was seething in envy

The Patrician decided this rake needed breaking
For arrogant plebeian pride
Before retribution completely degrading
For raping his upper-class bride!

The Patrician then ordered his slaves to prepare
By fetching sharp razors and lubes
To shave the offender of all of his hair—
From his head, body, limbs, and his pubes

Then his horny slave girls swarmed the task there at hand
To anoint and to shave every inch
Competing to shear every part of this man
As their balms made his Cock and Balls itch!

Many witnesses stared as they shaved off his hair
Until smooth from his head to his feet
With his Pubis shorn bare he was much more aware
Of his nakedness, there on the street

Standing helpless, exposed, with some fresh razor nicks
Shaven bald as a baby, buck-naked
Brazen slave girls then teased him by flashing their tits
‘Till his Cock and his Balls reawakened

He enjoyed their attention until the Patrician
Interrupted, to lay down some rules—
With whispered commands to define each girl’s mission
But the Pleb only heard, “Family Jewels”

First, they fondled his Nutsack, cajoling his Cock
Soon erect, from their groping flirtation
They'd  continue their tease 'till it’s hard as a rock
And his Testicles bulged with frustration

With his Cock so provoked and now throbbing upright
Pointing Glans-up, saluting the sky
As his Scrotum had drawn his big Balls up in sight
So they dangled out front, tight and high!

In front of this villa, an honored address
With the Tools of his Trade on display
He was helpless against their embarrassing press
As the crowd watched those slave girls at play!

Aroused but restricted, he strained at his bonds
As they mocked him by blowing wolf whistles—
One eagerly cradled his Plums in her palms
Whilst another one pinched on his nipples!

His Erection stood huge with his Nutsack imbued
With Fat Testicles calling, “Please Squeeze Us!”
And each girl was so lewd to squeeze tears from that dude
Taking turns, clutching both of his Nuts!

…And, much weeping he did! Like a wracked little kid!
After mean little girls pinched his Beanies!
As he wept the girls grinned and then pinched them again!
In spite of his frenzied entreaties!

Now humiliated, the Pleb was dumbstruck
And, by proxy, the wife was embarrassed
The whole point was to punish them both for That Fuck
Her complicity, still not apparent

The Patrician commanded his slave girls stand down
And they stepped to one side, with much giggling
And everyone watched the Pleb’s dignity drown
In guffaws, for his Penis was dribbling!

Naked shame left him blushing as red as a beet
As the Noble called in his Best Girl
She nodded and dropped her frock there in the street
Prancing naked before the whole world

With a keen pirouette, she knelt at the Pleb’s feet
Both obedient and unashamed—
And she Thumb-Fucked his Anus right there in the street!
And then sucked on his Cock ‘till he came!


The wife gaped in awe as that slave spread her jaws
And deep-throated her paramour’s Penis
And everyone thought she was guilty because
Of the way she stood, shifting and speechless

Clenching down on his Dick like a lamb on a teat
Whilst her thumb goosed his prostate aroused
Whilst her sopping maw suckled much spunk from Its tip
To amuse the cacophonous crowd!

He tried hard not to come in so public a space
But her blow-job was skilled and precise
Soon she looked up, and stood, with her innocent face
And she spat his whole load in his eyes!

The Patrician, the crowd, slaves, and all else besides
Burst out laughing! The Pleb stood and scowled…
As a face full of semen demolished his pride
To applause! The Best Girl took a bow!

With a flourish, the Best Girl returned to her work
This time using both hands on his Prick
Squeezing out a few spurts after dozens of jerks
Leaving bruises all over his Dick!

The Best Girl donned her frock while still wrenching his Cock
As the males watching voiced crude objections
She ignored their vile talk, pulling on her scant frock
While tormenting the Pleb’s bruised Erection

As she wrung out his Penis, he mewled as she worked
From the mixture of pleasure and pain
Demonstrating pure meanness with one final JERK
And she gave his Bruised Boner a sprain!

“Little Bitch!” he exclaimed from the shockwave of pain
From her hands, through his Cock, groin, and guts
“Watch your mouth!” She proclaimed, fleet of foot, with sharp aim
As she kicked him HARD, square in his Nuts!

His eyes bulged with surprise—the Patrician just smiled
The Pleb puked out his guts on the street
Then that slave girl, still riled, let her kicking go wild
And his Bollocks got mauled by her feet!

He screeched woeful and wild as his wracked inner child
Screamed for pity between witless squalls
As each new kick arrived, the Best Girl brightly smiled
Teasing, “Not ‘till I’ve Busted your Balls!”

She yelled, “Bastard! Don’t dare ever calling me ‘Bitch’
I don’t care how good-looking you are!
Next time, I’ll keep kicking you right in the crotch
And I'll pulverize both of your Balls!”


A passer-by lady was taken aback
And she covered her mouth with her hand
With discernment, predicted, “By time I come back
Here tomorrow, you won’t be a man!”


He quietly wept as they left him to fret
With his genitals broken and bruised
Even shriveled and limp, still a much greater Set
Than that Noble, whose envy still stewed!

The wife slouched there in shame, but still playing her game
In her silk robe that’s nearly transparent
To deflect all her blame, even if he were maimed
And her guilt was acutely apparent!

In spite of the pain from his genital sprain
He focused his eyes on the wife
But she chose to abstain from decrying his pain
Still, he watched her, enjoying her plight!

The Patrician, himself, as the judge and the jury—
Gratifying his lust for sweet vengeance
The Pleb would be whipped and, indulging his fury—
His Best Girl would deliver the sentence!

With a stony-eyed grimace, she brandished a lash
For to thrash the bound Pleb for his sin
And he screamed with each stroke as she scourged his bare ass
Carving welts of disgrace in his skin!

His Erection returned as the lashing progressed
To the humor of all standing by
“Look! This Stud must enjoy it!” she called out in jest
As she ravaged his buttocks and thighs

The pain in his crotch was intense as they watched
The Best Girl disassemble his reason
And the wife watched in shock as her pretence got botched
Soon revealing her guilty of treason!

Then she gave off a tremor on seeing him lashed
And her husband knew well what it meant:
She preferred getting fucked by his Plebeian Shaft
And her “rape charge” betrayed her consent!

The Patrician’s revenge for this lewd break of trust
From his faithless, lascivious wife?
He would castrate her lover, to temper her lust
As her bald eunuch servant, for life!


After 39 licks from her harrowing scourge
She had finished his stern flagellation
He shuddered and wept at the words he next heard:
She was told, “Fetch your knife, and castrate him!”

To be neutered in public! Gross humiliation!
A Eunuch! A gigolo’s hades!
To never again savor female flirtation
Sire offspring, nor fuck wealthy ladies!

With a big eager grin she skedaddled back in
To their villa, on Master’s command
Soon returning posthaste with no hint of chagrin
With her Tool of Destruction in hand!

The Patrician's own Matron, ere leaving this world
Served as Castratrix for his whole clan
And before Matron died, she had tutored this girl
In the best ways to castrate a man!

The Patrician approached him and quietly spoke
“We are keeping you here as our slave—
She’ll be neutering you with a single brief stroke
Because eunuchs are better behaved!”


"All my eunuchs of Rome only gave up their Balls—
Shriveled Dicks are still useful for pissing
But you're losing your Cock, as a rapist, because
I want you
both to recall why it's missing!"

“You’re condemned to a lifetime of Dickless Defeat
Licking pussy and sucking on Cock!
How else shall I knock down a rapist’s conceit?
…You’re going to get ass-raped!”
he  mocked!

The Patrician’s Best Girl flashed a devilish smirk
Leaning close-in, exposing her tits
“Be a good little boy, now, and don’t go berserk”
And she added, “This might sting a bit!”

“The Patrician, my Master, has rendered his judgement
To prevent your behavior too cocky!
Your impressive anatomy needs readjustment—
I’ll alter your mind and your body”


While biting her lip, she inspected his Dick
Her demeanor was festive, not solemn
Contriving her method, and testing her grip
Pulling this way and that on his Scrotum

The wretch wailed thereupon his appeal to the wife
As the Best Girl prepared for her charge
His Erection raged on as she sharpened her knife—
She had never cut off One this large!

The assembly watched for the wife’s grave response
Would her clemency let this man go?
In strained silence, she feigned cavalier nonchalance
And the Best Girl quipped, “That must mean ‘No!’ “

Sweat dripped from his brow as she held up her tool
A specialized, curve-bladed scalpel
The Patrician, impatient, cried, “Castrate that fool!
His enslavement will set an example!”


Then she whispered, “I’m sorry it’s ending this way—
I had hoped you could give me a screw!
But, at least you and I had our moment to play
Now, it’s time I emasculate you!”

“Good Gawd, It is sexy! Enormous and hard!”

She enthused, for his massive erection
“Your’s is the biggest Cock I’ve ever carved!”
She exclaimed, with sincerest affection!

First, she grasped hold his Manhood. She gave a long sigh—
Then she stretched it out, ripe for her knife
Then she paused, bending over, and kissed it goodbye!
…He was trembling, and primed to ignite!

The crowd then went silent, all eyes on his thighs
As she jockeyed her blade into place
She grimaced again, looking deep in his eyes
Gently kissing the side of his face

She yanked up with her right hand, and down with her left
Leaning back to redouble her leverage
And with one rapid stroke she sliced ALL of it off!
Then the new eunuch started to hemorrhage!

A thunderous bellow escaped from his throat
More horrific than any had heard!
From a rumbling bass to a screeching high note
Just as grisly as what just occurred!

Castrated in public! The harshest of trials!
The cruel shock to his crotch drove him mad!
His howling convulsions were heard for long miles
From the torment that no man can stand!

He hysterically shrieked as she held up her Prize—
His own Penis, with Scrotum attached!
Then she fondled his Shaft for the crowd’s gaping eyes
And appraised his huge Nuts in their Sack!

His Castratrix ignored his embarrassing cries
As she showcased her bloody new toys
All to blithely eviscerate the gigolo's mind
Of its ego and masculine joy!

Then she walked It around just to show the whole crowd
What his Cock and Balls measured, up close
And she verbally mocked him, “You should be quite proud”
As he languished in castration’s throes

The Patrician smiled wide at the morbid exhibit
Of the Organs that baited his bride
As his Best Girl had fun with her bloody new man-bits
His wife watched with arrogant pride

He continued to shriek as she flaunted his Balls
And his Cock, right in front of his eyes
She admired, “This Phallus is swarthy and large
But these Testicles take the Grand Prize!”


White-hot confusion consumed the Pleb’s mind
As it withered in Dickless Defeat
From the barbaric meanness so cruel and unkind—
Coarsely Castrated! There in the Street!

His screaming continued, disturbing the peace
So loud as to wake up the dead
As he shuddered, the rate of his bleeding increased
Dripping down from his groin, off each leg!

The Best Girl then held up his Cock to her Crotch
Knees apart, mocking him as a man
And pretended to piss, as the laughing crowd watched
And then feigned jacking-off with her hand

Then, his Severed Male Organs, she carefully strung
Around his own neck with some string
Then she sutured the wound where his Privates once hung
While ignoring his curses and screams

He continued to wail, incoherent and daft
Now mixed with gibberish, sad and soft-spoken
The Patrician’s Best Girl was well-trained in her craft
Leaving Manhood and Ego both broken

The Best Girl had seen these reactions before
So unhinged every time, to the man
She had made many eunuchs, and spilled lots of gore—
Most still ruled by her Master’s strong hand!

It was worst, in the case of a Public Castration
From the shock to the masculine brain
The result, as a crowd cheers his ego's deflation—
A harsh mental break from the strain!

The wife watched this spectacle, eyes open wide
To her lover’s vindictive castration
Her only regret was her own injured pride
As she trembled with selfish frustration

The freshly-cut eunuch soon screamed himself hoarse
And his sanity strove to return
He would never recover completely, of course
From castration’s psychotic mind burn!

As he stood there spread-eagled, still tight in his bonds
The Best Girl announced, “It is done!”
She adjusted his Penis, and said, “My regards!”
Whilst avoiding his puddles of blood

She had finished her chores mutilating his crotch
So she stood with the rest of the slaves
He was left in his bonds as the rowdy crowd watched
With his Cock hanging cropped on display!

As the afternoon passed, many witnesses loitered
To stare at the sight so grotesque—
A Castrated man with his Manhood exploited
Displayed on a string ‘round his neck!

What a cruel and embarrassing necklace he wore
‘Round his neck for the whole world to see!
Genitalia now butchered and dripping with gore
Forced to stand there, he wept quietly.

The wife, stepping forward, looked first in his eyes
And then down at her Maimed Self-indulgence—
And she thought of that Cock thrusting deeply inside
And remembered Its fucking abundance!


With a grim fascination, extending her finger
She caressed it the length of its shaft
From its tip, past its root— on the Scrotum, she lingered
Then she looked at her Husband, and laughed!

“He wasn’t my lover, my suitor, nor swain—
Just a rapist who’s hung like a bull!
…Unlike you!”
She proclaimed, glancing down with disdain
“Do you envy this marvelous Tool?”

“Please take, as your trophy, my ravisher’s Phallus
To avenge your own stark lack of size
 Have it mounted, preserved, and displayed in our palace,”

She cooed, but he saw past her lies

“What a puny and shriveled excuse for a Cock
Dangles timid and limp from your loins!
Your Manhood would flounder inside of HIS jock!”

She snapped, with a poke at his groin

He snatched up his “trophy,” the rent Cock and Balls
From around the Pleb’s neck on their string
And he angrily tossed It to hungry stray dogs
As his wife smirked, she said not a thing!

The new eunuch whined as he watched those dogs dine
On his Masculine Pride— now devoured!
With his Genitals gone, he’s the end of his line
To die lonely, a Castrated Coward!

The Patrician had won, reasserting his rule
As the sole Master of His Domain
With his rival reduced to a Castrated Fool
Now a gift to his wife, as Her Slave

The Best Girl who “fixed” him then used the same knife
And she cut the new eunuch slave free
And with docile compliance he followed the wife
Of his Master, now cuckold-to-be

He followed his Mistress, her disheartened pawn
With no reason to try and escape
A castrated gigolo’s income is gone—
Would he starve, for lost dignity’s sake?

It was also impossible for him to run
For his sutured crotch gave him a limp—
He was forced to accept his new life had begun
As her slave— naked, neutered, and gimp!

They entered the villa at Master’s command
To return to the scene of their crime
Master punished his wife with the back of his hand
And he spanked them both, one at a time!

The whole household watched as he vented his ire
All his servants, and slaves that he owned
His wife, he would keep! He had children to sire!
Until then, she would go without clothes!

He stripped off her robe and went straight to his work
First, he tanned her bare ass with his hand
Then a fire we would stoke, with a hot iron poke
And he marked her cute ass with his brand!

With his second-rate Cock, fucking angry and cruel
He debased her and taught her a lesson
With a hateful ass-fucking, restoring his rule
He extracted from her a confession!

The eunuch stood watching in silence and shame
As the Nobleman reclaimed his spouse
Then the eunuch got bitch-slapped and ass-fucked the same
By the true Alpha Male of their house!

In a harsh demonstration of who reigns supreme—
As the Master bade everyone watch!
He was beaten relentlessly, anally reamed
Licking shit off his new Master’s Cock!

The wife served her husband as if but a slave
In obedience, under his boot
Fully naked, ashamed, ‘till the day he forgave—
As he promised, the day she bore fruit

The Pleb learned how to service his Master’s hot wife
As her Dickless and Cowed Pussy-licker
And a Castrated, Cock-sucking Cuckold for life—
For their Master, while other slaves snickered!

Their eunuch was never allowed to wear clothes
As their personal servant, kept naked
Ensuring the scar on his crotch always showed
Where his Manhood had been amputated!

He would pass the Best Girl every day in the halls
She would mock him with sarcastic trolling
Pretending he still had his Cock and his Balls
To tease him with lustful cajoling

“Hey there Big Boy, how’s It hangin’ today?
I’ll give you a blow-job for free!
What? Your Cock and Balls turned into dog shit, they say?
You’re a eunuch? You can’t play with me?”


His freedom, for castrated servitude, swapped
As a gelded subservient thrall—
With a scar, to remind him how much That Fuck cost:
His career, ego, Cock, and both Balls!

As a footnote: The Master’s firstborn was a boy!
As he grew, all the household would gawk—
He inherited mother’s strong sexual joy
And a notably Whopping Huge Cock!


Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
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What an epic! Great first entry you set the bar high!

wallyroo92
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Better than Bad

 
…when she came in the beat was fire and dirty AF
The lights were low and the room filled with smoke
She was like something out of a feverish dream
Moving to the rhythm that was beyond dope

Each curve swayed back and forth temptingly
Stunning outlines that are quite the sight to behold
Features of a dark temptress and divine goddess
Hypnotizing like a spell ready to take your soul

And when she gazed into my eyes I was lost
Tossed into an abyss of bliss and adulation
As skin on skin felt like sin yet so good and mad
Better than bad but the latter felt like liberation

She quivered at my mouth kissing those velvet lips
While her hips shivered as my fingertips explored
“Right there”, she squealed with her head tilted back
Knowing I found the spot that struck a chord

I could feel the fire as her hips went up higher
Her soles faced the heavens giving me more
My tongue lapping with a rather dashing lashing
Slick slit and clit licking, tickling like never before

She was gasping for air as her derriere shook
Still holding her ankles while her pretty toes curled
I knew I had done it right since I read all the books
Then like a math test I was hard but I’d rock her world

With all due respect, she moaned like a whore
Oh the sweet sound of pleasure and ecstasy
“Cum inside me” she said in between breaths
So I complied to her every whim and fantasy

A few moments later…

“What’s next?” she asked peering through the window
With the city below, I walk up to her and give her a hug
Looking at the bucket list I smile and whisper in her ear
“Let’s book flight tonight and join the mile high club”
Written by wallyroo92
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
Portugal 24awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 368

Trigger

 
Oh you, with lips like stars aflame,
a tempest swirls within your name.
Your voice is a whisper that licks the soul,
A fierce melody so hard and whole.

Through twilight fields where sex will play
you glide my dick at close of day.
Each smile a spark, a desire reborn.
A rose that blooms despite the thorn.

A labyrinth of senses you weave,
Oh you, your gaze, so bold, inflamed.  
A hard on no man would ever leave.

In your embrace the storms subside.
Oh my you, a body untamed.
You are the wave and the undertide.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST
Fire of Insight
United States 6awards
Joined 9th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 219

"The Black Widow's Game (A Metaphor)"

 
Under the cover of night, she prowls  
Wolves delve in with their beautiful howls  
Creatures of the night guided by white owls  
 
A seductress in the shadows, a black widow in human form,  
To bend his will, and weather any storm.  
Her silhouette, a whisper of the night,  
Marked by the hourglass, a dangerous, red light.  
 
Her skin, dark and alluring, her eyes, as deep as the abyss  
As she speaks her voice leaves a hiss, those extraordinary lips.... Pure temptation, perfect to kiss....  
 
He is drawn to her, captivated by her dangerous allure,  
A twisted promise, forever to endure.  
His very essence, altered by her hand,  
In this dark union, they both understand.  
 
She moves with an elegant grace, a predator in human skin  
And he is her prey, willingly succumbing to her sin ...."Oh she wants to play", but not foreplay ... she wants his eggs "She Wants to Mate!"....  
 
She dominates him,  
In a kinky torture scene.  
She is a Black Widow Queen...  
She needs no king, she rules and always wins.  
No dessert needed, her web's dark offerings,  
Dinner is plenty...for her tummy... (snicker laugh)  
 
Their bodies entwined in a forbidden dance  
As she lures him in with a devilish glance  
The royal love that creates an erotic romance  
They stare embraced in a dark trance  
 
There's now no regrets, for now he forgets, he is hers as she waits for the right caress....  
 
Her touch, intoxicating and deadly  
As they spiral into a whirlwind of ecstasy  
Their bodies merge, a shadow and a flame,  
A dark embrace, where pleasure knows no shame.  
A static scream, his senses start to fray.  
 
Is it a dream?  
 
A nightmare so grim...  
 
In the heat of the moment, he is lost in her web  
Bound to her in a love that is twisted and dread  
He is so tangled and trapped, she makes him beg.....  
Lowering his pride, his state of mind... She snares with a smile and whispers, you are mine!  
 
Her kisses leave bruises, her nails leave marks  
As they navigate the shadows of the dark  
They can hear each others tiny hearts  
As the night fills the air with a sky full of stars.  
 
But as the passion reaches its peak  
Its profound desire for what she seeks  
Every time she pulls him in, he slowly gets weak  
The penetration, the copulation that is sweet  
How it brings, how it gives the way mating meets.  
 
He feels a change, a shift in the air  
Its a new switch, they are both engaged, with a twist that is simply fair.  
He is happy and knows what will become of him in this dark trail.  
He consented to gift her cause he does care.  
 
A whisper of danger, a taste of fear  
The time is near its coming almost here  
Nothing to cry about its the way it must interfere  
A chilling tremor, Amor de Horror.  
 
As her true nature starts to rise and swell,  
A haunting beauty, where dark shadows dwell.  
Like poisoned bloom, it fades in doom, a cosmic trace,  
Leaving behind, a shattered, broken mace.  
 
Her eyes, cold calculus, dissect my gaze,  
She sees my ruin, in the moon's pale haze.  
I give her my all, in love's bewildering maze,  
Though never thought to find such love's dark ways.  
Her warmth, a phantom's touch, in icy, moonlit days.  
 
Her smile, devious and ruinous  
Makes it precious, in blind madness....  
Her grip, tightening around his flesh  
As she reveals her true form, a creature of death  
 
Her venom seeps, a river through his veins,  
An intoxicating draught, where sweet torment reigns.  
He is consumed by her, his essence, his design,  
As she devours him slow, to make his soul entwine, and then redesign.  
 
The night is alive with their perverse union  
A symphony of moans, gasps, and contorted passion  
The black widow revels in her wicked power  
Feeding on his essence, hour after hour  
 
And as the sun rises, casting its light  
He is left weakened, spent, but feeling alive  
Bound to her in a dance of death and desire  
A twisted love that will never tire  
 
For in the darkness, they find their release  
A bond forged in the fires of their perverse peace  
As the black widow takes her final bite  
He surrenders to her, lost in the night  
 
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES (WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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