Bring on the filth! (#erotic)

     "Across the floor the shadows watch her crawl
As I stand butt-naked arms crossed against the wall,
      "In the corner rest her discarded dress
Like her hair, it's in a jumbled passion sweat mess,

      "Behind her is a orgasmic trail
That resembles a clear, creamy liquified tail,
      "Breast hanging that's chained to her pierced swollen clit
Inching her way closer to my hanging dick,

      "Like a ship she sails upon the carpeted sea
While my dick lighthouse guide her to submissive safety,
      "When she gets close her glazed eyes look up
That secretly begs 'master may I get another serving of your nut?

      "Turning her ass towards me she puts her head down
Giving unrestricted access to once again pound,
      "With her open pussy sacrifice I accept the invite
Silently sliding in her as she moans into the night,

      "Pushing deep in her treasure box is without any struggle
Easily she receives all my penetrating love muscle,
      "Not fully hard, but halfway limp
Because I want the slow swell to cause her to have a erotic fit,

      "A slap on her ass causes her to squirt and clinch
Dick washing my sexual connection with a satisfyingly pussy rinse,
      "The process is repeated, because I enjoy a water show
Until her fluids puddle underneath us on the floor,

      "The few leftover drops out her pussy means she's empty
But with the reserve cum in my balls I still have plenty,
      "I command her to suck the leaked fluids in her mouth
Then she waterfall spit on my dick until all of it is out,

      "Looking in her broken eyes I know she loves the nasty shit
In my world I always adore a nasty bitch,
      "But her eyes on me without permission is a lesson she must learn
Now balls deep in her mouth, she's drinking my sperm".  

      “Main Street, Side Street or that nut nasty back alley
The Fuck Truck will hit those corners from Miami to Cali,
      “Even will make a detour along the Texas border
So call 1-800 Mr. Pussy to place an international order,

      “Except in the state of Utah and metropolitan Washington DC
Had a little incident with sleepy Joe Biden you see,
      “He thought it was an ice cream truck and jumped the fence
To this day he has not been right ever sense,

      “Each woman is of legal age and BDSM, orgy and long dick tested
100% certified STD free that can produce waterfall dripping wetness,
      “Three holes to choose from-thick ass, pink pussy or mouth
And when finished we have volunteer cleaners to eat what is left out,

        “White, Mexican, other, soul sister but no mister
That you can either deliciously suck, fuck or double hole fist her,
      “Lick her pussy to the spine or rim job her shitter
Whip or paddle that ass until it bleed and blister,

      “Souvenirs of female ejaculation can be purchased for a price
Along with club style fuck photos that complements any man cave just nice,
      “But the max time limit for the Fuck Truck is only thirty minutes long
Afterwards, nut or no nut it is time for a motherfucka to take their ass on,

      “Some act a fool afterwards like a child leaving the toy department
Holding up the line with folks screaming ‘motherfucka you need to stop it!’
        “Pimps and prostitutes are on standby to handle pussy trauma
With additional emergency services like FEMA if needed to call their mama,

      “Hating-ass bitches always wanna throw bricks at my shit
From having fits, because their man’s money is spent,
      “I cannot help it if Fuck Truck pussy is better than the rest
If she think her shit is top prime-baby put it to the test,

      “Like that flame broiled smell when you pass Burger King
The sweet smell and feel of warm pussy is the Fuck Truck thing,
      “But I gotta go, because the competition arrived-so see you later
Before my clients might wanna sample the Tranny Trailer”.

   "I been digging in pussy for years-with many more to cum
Rain, sleet, snow or under the hot sun,
      "Legs up, legs down turn it all around
I love to doggystyle the pussy until she's full belly on the ground,

      "Moaning and bucking, flat stomach twerking something
Deep in those guts doing some serious fucking,
      "Sheet gripping as her asshole pucker
Mumbling under her breath 'you nasty motherfucker',

      "I pull out and slide tongue between ass cheeks
A new experience for her and mind-blowing unique,
      "Now pussy and anus is wet and slimy open
As I slide back in for more of the strokin,

      "Finger in her ass until knuckle deep
While receiving more of my meat and greet,
      "Anal finger release followed by nibbling of ear and neck
Making her smile and extra wet,

      "Without a word I lift that ass in silence
To power fuck her in sweet sexual violence,
      "Dick and tongue tag-team for an hour
Because all of her sex I want to devour,

      "Rolling her over like the police do a snitch
Another position to get up in this sexy ass bitch,
      "The look in her eyes tells she's barely there
Wide open with all her treasures to bare,

      "As my pirate ship sail up in her pink Caribbean
Causing clear waves to squirt like she was peein,
      "Hitting my chest, neck and lower lip
Those delicious juices make me frantically lick,

      "At that moment she realized she just fucked up
As I released my nut and continued the fuck,
      "With her liquid love marinating in my mouth
Without mercy I begin busting the pussy out".

Beneath the chandelier’s contemplative glow,
In the library of silence, where smoke ribbons flow.
The cigar, a master artist with a scented brush,
Paints serenity’s portrait in a hushed, golden hush.

The week’s heavy cloak falls to the floor,
As the candles gentle fire whispers of lore.
Laughter’s echo is a phantom in the smoke’s soft wreathe,
Weaving a tapestry of solace on a tranquil loom beneath.

Enshrouded in smoke, where solace is spun,
The cigar’s whispered wisdom has only begun.
Each breath, a deeper descent into serenity’s seam,
Lifting the veil to a world that only dreamers deem.

Glowing embers tell tales of roads less defined,
Their promise of discovery in the ember's soft wind.
A lighthouse in mist, with a beckoning glow,
Urging the soul to a path only the brave will know.

Below 'Sensuality', the canvas of night,
Where a siren’s shadow plays with the light.
Now the flame of longing, silently illuminates desire
Warming the soul, chasing shadows with fire.

In her realm of grace, the silhouette reigns,
An alluring dance in the glow of the flames.
Smoke spirals upward, a soft, silent plea,
In the quiet, she yearns to be free.

The room breathes in deep as smoke dances away,
In the waltz of shadows, her allure comes to play.
Lips aglow, where fire’s touch is known,
Kindling an ardor, drawing an ember’s moan.

With the cigar’s final glow, the charade gently fades,
In the thinning smoke, the ego's masquerade parades.
The sacred silence where false selves part,
And only the essence beats true in the heart.

In the temple where smoke and stillness are twined,
A silent revelation, beyond the bounds of time.
The release of desire into the tranquil night,
In the glow of 'Serenity', peace takes flight.

The darkness now smothering her,
The night was filled with fear and pain,
She wished she had never met him,
But now it was too late to complain.

Silence, darkness, and a sense of eerie emptiness,
Alone on campus, she walked with distress,
No one around, not even a stray mutt,
Just her and the night, a scary sight to confront.

As she approached her hut, the tension grew,
The exterior gate, locked tight, what could she do?
Her heart racing, she walked the deserted corridors,
But then she heard voices, from a nearby hut, her fear roared.

She quickened her pace, wanting to escape,
But out from the shadows, a man took shape.

As the night closes in, so does his longing lust,
Shh, don't scream, my little prey, you must trust.
For I've been watching you, my dear,
My desire grows, with each passing year.

Let me go, she pleads, in a desperate voice.
Help, someone, anyone, she has no choice,
But nobody can hear her, for this campus is deserted,
And in this forsaken place, she will be perverted.

He grabbed her from behind, pulling her against his chest,
She struggled and fought, but he was beyond her best.

A tall, muscular Indian man, with a sinister look in his eyes,
Ripped off her clothes, with a speed that surprised,
In just her undergarments, she was left exposed,
As he dragged her to her hut, her fear rose.

Please, don't do this, she begs, full of fear,
I have a family, a future, please, hear.

But his only concern is what she can give,
For him, it's not enough just to live.

With one thrust, he enters her body,
Telling her to relax, it’s just like a hobby.

But how can she, in this state of terror,
As he takes what he wants, with no measure.

Stop! Please stop! She screams in pain,
But his grip tightens, he'll have her, his gain.

Relax, my baby, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
You're so wet for me, just admit.

No, no, no, she cries, this was not my desire,
But he silences her with his lustful fire.

Shut up, you're just like all the others,
You want it, you just don't want to bother.

And so he continues, taking what he craves,
Moving in and out, like a dark aggressive wave.

I want that sweetness, all for myself,
I want to feel your wetness, without anyone else.

As she gasps for air, she begs for release,
But he's not done, not until she's at peace.

She begged and pleaded, but he seemed not to care,
He pinned her to the couch, her cries filled with despair,
In one swift motion, he tore off her bra,
And then returned his hand, to slap her, with no draw.

But he wasn't satisfied, he wanted more,
Her body was his, he saw no need for any score.

'Don't mention it, don't you dare,'
He threatened, with a menacing glare,
'No one will believe you, you know it's true,
So just lay back and let me take what's overdue.'

In the aftermath, a shattered trust,
Her world crumbled, reduced to dust,
Alone she's left, abandoned, forsaken,
By the predator, her innocence taken.

Once a bustling hive of knowledge and light,
Now deserted, devoid of solace or respite,
Echoes of his footsteps fade into the abyss,
Leaving her with scars, a silent witness.

Alone in her hut, on the deserted campus,
She lay there, violated and scared, her pain giving no amiss,
No one to hear her cries, as the man walked away,
His actions never to be shared, his guilt to deflect, and betray.

The darkness now smothering her, the night filled with fear and pain,
She wished she had never met him, her life would've remained the same,
But now, it was too late to complain,
For her body and soul were forever stained.

'Daddy, Daddy,' she cried in fear,
As the thunder roared so near.
At 18, she knew she shouldn't be scared,
But the storm had her so unprepared.

She ran to his room, seeking solace,
Hoping he'd comfort her in this dark place.
She turned on the lamp, to ease her fright,
But Daddy was still sleeping, oh so tight.

She gently woke him from his slumber,
His words slurred, from sleeping meds in number.
'Daddy, I'm scared of the thunder's sound,
Can I sleep with you, safe and sound?'

He mumbled and gestured her to his side,
She snuggled close, her fears aside.
'Thank you, Daddy,' she said with a smile,
And drifted off, safe in his embrace for a while.

But another crash of thunder woke her up,
And once again, she felt that sudden jolt.
Daddy had moved, his arm now draped over her,
His warmth and protection, her only guarantee.

She turned to him, still afraid and shy,
But something caught her curious eye.
Her hand, resting on his flaccid form,
She couldn't resist, her mind was torn.

Slowly, she rolled and lifted the sheet,
To get a better look, in the light so sweet.
She couldn't help but giggle, at what she saw,
Daddy's naked body, without a flaw.

Innocent thoughts, ran through her mind,
She wondered if Daddy always slept so kind.
She reached out, her hand on his balls,
Curiosity takes over, as darkness falls.

She looked up at Daddy, still sound asleep,
And decided to take a little peep.
She lifted the sheet, to let in more light,
And massaged his balls, with all her might.

With one arm holding the sheet up high,
She let her other hand explore, as she sighed.
Daddy's penis grew, as she touched and played,
Innocent fun, was all she craved.

But as she stroked, she couldn't help but see,
The pleasure it brought, just between him and me.
She couldn't resist, she wanted to know,
How big Daddy was, and watch him grow.

At that moment, her thoughts were so wild,
But she couldn't help but feel like a curious child.
Her Daddy and her had always been close,
But this secret moment, she cherished the most.

As the storm raged on, they lay together,
And she couldn't help but wonder, if this was forever.
Her Daddy, her protector, her haven,
In his arms, she felt truly craven.

And as the storm passed, and the skies cleared,
She knew her Daddy would always be near.
Through thunder and lightning, and all of life's storms,
Her Daddy was there, to keep her warm.

Mucheal, a young lad with dreams so bright
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core

Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned

A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate

For Herma had a penchant, for hiring male sex workers
And Mucheal was one, among her string of lurkers
He felt violated, but he couldn't refuse
For he needed the job, and he had no excuse

For three long years, he worked for Herma
But it wasn't just a job, it was a trauma
Forced to please women, who were part of her game
Mucheal's life would never be the same

He was sent to please, with his sculpted physique
But inside he was broken, his soul so weak
He performed sexual acts, he didn't want to do
But he had no choice, he was just a pawn in Herma's view

His body was used, for the pleasure of others
But his mind and soul, were left in tatters
He longed for his dreams, of becoming a model
But now he was trapped, in Herma's twisted bottle

Mucheal's eyes, once bark-brown and bright
Were now dull and lifeless, devoid of any light
His jawline, once sharp, now drooped in despair
For he was just a puppet, in Herma's sexual affair

He longed to break free, from this life of shame
But Herma had a hold, and he was just a name
A name on her list, of men to be used
For her pleasure and profit, they were all abused

Mucheal's dreams, were now a distant memory
For he was trapped, in Herma's world of misery
But deep down inside, he still held on to hope
That one day he would break free, from this twisted rope

i blush as
i read these
words it’s
been a while

my mind

goes

haywire

don’t know
what to write

so my only
reply is sigh

It’s okay,
you get
used to it

immediately

my body
responds

my breath
accelerates

my cunt

pulsates

from desire

his previous
words still
linger inside

I aim for
much more
than only
your poetry

God have

mercy

with me

his impact
is huge, his

influence

indisputable

insecurity
and lust
intertwine

i am aware
of the power

of words

& i have
some skills

but damn
so does he

I don't like
easy- I want

what most

men can’t have

/

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/

& that's how you
seduce a sapiophile