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Anonymous
Need The Thrill
Need the thrill of affection
The weightlessness of losing myself
Within a fire breathing kiss
To believe in heaven
When I feel the softness of your lips
Want to be carried away
Taken by the intoxication
Set my feelings on fire
The rush of heartbeats in my ears
My name on your lips
I just want it all
The danger of lust
Shivering anticipation of seduction
Naked passion pouring out
Become reckless in your arms
Let the borders dissipate
Where nothing is as it seems
Merge like spiritual entities
Be completely immersed
In the entanglement of you
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Hello B,
When you are in love, submission, slavery, obedience, and the chain are the paths that lead to salvation, freedom and awakening. This is the impression I gather from your poem. Unfortunately, I hail from a culture where I have no exposure to BDSM, PERVERSION AND TWISTED SIDE OF RELATIKNSHIP. Unfortunately, we are taught sex is for procreation. Despite the fact, I am from the land of KAMASUTRA. You beautifully worded and build a pyramid of love, joy and freedom.
Love,
KS
When you are in love, submission, slavery, obedience, and the chain are the paths that lead to salvation, freedom and awakening. This is the impression I gather from your poem. Unfortunately, I hail from a culture where I have no exposure to BDSM, PERVERSION AND TWISTED SIDE OF RELATIKNSHIP. Unfortunately, we are taught sex is for procreation. Despite the fact, I am from the land of KAMASUTRA. You beautifully worded and build a pyramid of love, joy and freedom.
Love,
KS
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Some seem to stick out like a sore thumb
A visual aid, and then some
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Anonymous
4 am
Let's face it,
somewhere between dreamless sleep
and ambiguity of wet dreams
there's blackness of the night
where silence hangs
trapped, in the sweat drops
beneath your cock
waiting
yearning
for my soft lips
and eager tongue
arousing your flesh
to lap it up
with a 4 am
fuck in mind.
I feel
your naked body
spooned perfectly
carved against mine
one hand possessively
claiming my breast
the plump mound
shaped in your hard grasp
the other hand draped
on my hip, casually imprinting
with unspoken truth
of belonging
feeling warmth
of your fingertips
gently grazing my skin
sweeping each breath
in synchronicity
rising and falling.
I turn
ever gently
searching your face
in the darkness
for vulnerability
of boyish smile
glistening dew drops
stream from somewhere
where memories are born
falling carelessly
disappearing
in the forest of your chest.
My finger trail the path
needing
wanting
a part of your essence
beneath my skin
but it disappears
as quickly as it appears.
The lava moon
burns with desire
hanging from frameless
window, examining
suspiciously the uncertainty
of the night
as I glide
like a gracious breeze
swaying my shadow
hovering over your spark
draped over your hard bones
trailing my tongue.
Shadows slide on grinding flesh
crushing petals
between the thighs
for the sheer lust
with primitive hunger
of carnal desire
dissolved
in the ruins
triggered and cocked.
Your hand
upon my head, pushes
deeper
harder
pulling a handful
of my tresses
mumbling
groaning
raising your hips
knees fall back
urging me to take you in
wider
fuller
'till i feel the choke
expanse of the air
brushing away
from my lungs
feeling the rush of surrender
sweet and salty
wildness
pulsating
with the tides
of the moon
the utmost fury
piercing the night.
You rise
heaving from the present
drawing my face
in your hands
kissing my moist lips
just as your fingers
slide
to explore, cunningly
the shimmering
blossom
sluiced in ecstasy.
Let's face it,
somewhere between dreamless sleep
and ambiguity of wet dreams
there's blackness of the night
where silence hangs
trapped, in the sweat drops
beneath your cock
waiting
yearning
for my soft lips
and eager tongue
arousing your flesh
to lap it up
with a 4 am
fuck in mind.
I feel
your naked body
spooned perfectly
carved against mine
one hand possessively
claiming my breast
the plump mound
shaped in your hard grasp
the other hand draped
on my hip, casually imprinting
with unspoken truth
of belonging
feeling warmth
of your fingertips
gently grazing my skin
sweeping each breath
in synchronicity
rising and falling.
I turn
ever gently
searching your face
in the darkness
for vulnerability
of boyish smile
glistening dew drops
stream from somewhere
where memories are born
falling carelessly
disappearing
in the forest of your chest.
My finger trail the path
needing
wanting
a part of your essence
beneath my skin
but it disappears
as quickly as it appears.
The lava moon
burns with desire
hanging from frameless
window, examining
suspiciously the uncertainty
of the night
as I glide
like a gracious breeze
swaying my shadow
hovering over your spark
draped over your hard bones
trailing my tongue.
Shadows slide on grinding flesh
crushing petals
between the thighs
for the sheer lust
with primitive hunger
of carnal desire
dissolved
in the ruins
triggered and cocked.
Your hand
upon my head, pushes
deeper
harder
pulling a handful
of my tresses
mumbling
groaning
raising your hips
knees fall back
urging me to take you in
wider
fuller
'till i feel the choke
expanse of the air
brushing away
from my lungs
feeling the rush of surrender
sweet and salty
wildness
pulsating
with the tides
of the moon
the utmost fury
piercing the night.
You rise
heaving from the present
drawing my face
in your hands
kissing my moist lips
just as your fingers
slide
to explore, cunningly
the shimmering
blossom
sluiced in ecstasy.
Fading into the pigmentation of my fervent skin
The pleasure of its carnal feast I do indulge
Falling prey under the masterful calling
Body trembling, with an overshadowed need
Mysticism of its trance misting
Soften in the heightened crest of carnal greed
The comforts of my body to bow until the woman within
Of sweet mercy, I beseech you
Search my window of pleasure
You have awaken, opened
Carrying me on your whispers
Closed eyes, the curtain of enlighten has been drawn
The master key of my pleasure abyss has been unlocked
Physical atonement
Remnants of its desired reasons has reached its zenith
Aroused, demanding
Softly erotically playing the lyrics of my body
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
Rina, still got it..
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