The Erotic Underground 18+ Only

We joked my thigh  
was larger than your waist  
that three fingers would probably be  
too much  
at least until you were a mess  
of words  
unclear sounds  
and every oh  
you groan  
shivers down your spine  
destruction delivered  
with no remorse  

you told me in a masochistic purr  
mercy would be  
a dick move  
 
My firm grip circles your delicate wrist  
the thickness of my fingers  
wrap around
envelop you  
the strength in my hand bears down  
till almost pain  
staring into your eyes I pull you  
toward me  
you follow with the trust of a woman  
that understands when to submit  
when to fight back  
my lips meet yours  
we break away  
 
I gesture for you to strip  
your clothes fall off  
like discarded skin  
your body sinew and muscle
caged in softness  
 
I sit you naked in the chair I’ve set up  
no ropes  
no ties  
 
I smirk  
my intentions not clear to you  
in the rattling chains of silence  
 
I tilt the chair backwards  
hook your legs over the arm rests  
spend a moment taking you in  
admiring supple skin  
firm muscles  
your fucking-come-and-get-it stare  
of part defiance  
part want  
and burning need  
 
I pace  
my powerful quads tense as I move  
the size of me looms over you  
a volcanoes natural fucking disaster  
ready to lay waste to your hunger  
 
I stand behind you  
crouch down as an animal ready  
to strike  
put one arm around your chest  
pull you in  
constriction and heat  
my free hand begins a  
Boccherini cello solo  
 
dance on invisible strings  
till there’s a puddle of your wet need  
your grip on my fingers  
fervent and unrelenting  
my desire to turn you into  
my muse  
you bite my forearm hips raising to  
the music  
I crush you to me and ride your  
mewling surrender  
slowing down  
down  
until  
it’s your panting breath  
in the silence  
followed by my  
cruel whisper
that’s one…

Adult Entertainment  
Adult Entertainment, risqué as can be, seducing the mind into a web to see  
To mentally flee, for some not their cup of tea  
Degrading emotions set free  
This has been a fascinating hit or sometimes a personal mental trip  
Somehow the topic landed on my Nurse’s wish list  
To discuss, in as much, for a sensitive narrative as such  
Various channels to choose from  
Some seem to stick out like a sore thumb  
A visual aid, and then some  
Mood enhancers  
Ask a man for their answer  
I’m sure he would say it’s the ultimate advancer  
His private lap dancer  
No money exchanged to take a chance  
For an uplifting palm romance  
Men and Women parading the essence of their being without any shame  
Silent action, arousing moans, no spoken names  
Instant money for a skin’s game  
Fame for some who has stake in a future acclaim  
Lights, Camera, Action  
Theatrical scenarios played out in all its splendid glorified satisfaction  
Two bodies simulating reactions  
Introducing your mind to its releasing stimulating abstractions  
Single or your sexual partner  
Man adding his watering hose as a woman’s private Gardner  
 
Phone Entertainment  
Phone Sex, better at the moment if you have just been vexed by an ex  
Take my mind with your voice to dreamy places  
No discrimination with races  
Kiki, with the smokey eyes, a blessing to some in disguise  
Telling you what you what to hear, with small embellished lies  
Whispering sweet words in recipient’s ear  
It’s between me and you, no one else could hear  
No scripts, no stages, only beautiful carpet ride grandeur lies  
Tenderness, Enticing, Haitian Creole dialect, soft mummer outcries  
Lifting the libido of the harder gender, as it sweetly applies  
Pulling the emotional silk over one’s eyes  
Words to the wise  
Clients repeating  
Half hour verbal meetings  
Seeds of life always depleting  
My newest favorite wicked pastime  
Dildo in one hand, in the other, a glass of wine  
Moans and grunts no set clocks of time  
Releases to fill the empty needs  
From a soft voiced tease