Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]

Obsession

Behind every mad mind lays the door of obsession
Hushed fables of misguided aggression
Hoping for a fill of non-existence potential thrills
In the land of Oz, naked skin wishing upon shooting stars, in a bed of mental dreaming
Erroneous minds cannot discern fantasy from reality, grand illusions may exploit as fair seeming
Not my cup of coffee, vintage, the laughter, whispers in union belayed to thy beautiful ears
Fairytale loving, hearts wallowing, in the height of pleasure, the seepage witnessed of distance shadowed tears
To the handsome King who bows to his fair Queen
The concubine asunder to dawdle alone without the touch of his heartstrings
A sultry gift found in the opening of a virginal dish
Between Creole thighs bears him his greatest gifts
Basking from his glory while toes pointed to the skies
Mm... the just befall in the taste of my peach pie
Lips to lips, gyrating hips to hips, deep thrusting to my g-spot, weakening from the sweetest bliss
Feeling reborn in the cradle of mental sedation
Signature of his grunts, soft touches soothing him in mental elation
Timeless ecstasy has been tried and true, yesteryears passion to the rooftop, panting and breathless our blended essence joyous sing
Jagged thoughts in blind faith hollow be thy ring

My Pudding Cupcake

Today is not my birthday
However, my cupcake is on the menu be that it may
Advertised to be the tastiest I must say
Mmm, a sweet morsel to ravish, known to chase any blues away
Sit and enjoy this dessert catered just for you
A little dollop of whip cream and a cherry on top to entice your devouring mood
Since you like the popped cherry juices and I like to enjoy the nuts...satisfying when blending together
I’m sure this alliance would make this feast to indulge so much better
Everyone knows this little sweet course is the best known finger food
Once it reaches the lips its’s just that good
Wait, first you must lick the icing to taste the confection flavor
Roll the tip of your tongue around to allow the flavor on your tongue to slowly savor
Or you can go straight for the soft center to taste
Only if your inquisitive palate refuses to wait
Do you love my pudding cupcake, as you enjoy the taste inside and out
To relish it fully, you must adjust the roof of your mouth
You may have to use your fingers to delicately peel back the soft barrier covering
Mouth on top of the mound, taste buds just a smothering
Handsome, do you like the pudding in the middle
This sweet poem is the taste compared to the melody of a fiddle
Just a pudding cupcake I wanted to share
Sorry, I have no more to spare

Loving your down
Where our bodies
Making such beautiful shifting sound

Tongue pleasure dishes of fun
Man’s nudity standing under glistening sun
Arrowing dick in haste as you cum
Stain your release all over my tongue
One by One
Balls gags of silence until I’m done

Next dick, even bigger than the last
Past ten, mouth feeling quite satisfied
Last one, umm Big Don
Reputation for a massive pearly ton
Palming his lengthened and northern stance
Grunts to the skies of my suckling romance
Tussling length not won
No Kingdom cum

Assistance here
Two females licking adhered
A Hard nutt to crack
Big Don, now laying on his back
Erection refusing to go
Two tongues going blow for blow
Pumping, licking, groin hairs kissing my lips, still no pearly flow

Three tongues now as we greet
Mouths in succession head bobbing on hard meat
No surrender no retreat

Climbed onto Big Don’s face
All for one and one for all in this erection surrendering race
His tongue parted my slit
Beard and mustache greeting hollow of wetness, his nostrils sniffing my clit
Two hungry mouths lollipoping his dick
Moans of desire as he’s pinching my tits

Sinking my pussy downward, getting addicted to the relentless clit flick
Pussy juices decorating his chin as they dripped
Gripping the brass hardboard with all my might
A pussy honing a tongue for a pleasurable fight
Angrily thrashing that dinner bell inside
Moving my pussy faster where his tongue now reside
The taste of me swishing around as my slit slipped and slide
Riding the intense licking of Long Dong Silver
Gyrating my pussy on his face, his persistent tongue slivering

Mm got my pussy raining, that’s right eat this savory meal
Man’s punishment when kryptonite pussy can’t weaken a dick of steel

Ladies allow me, please
My pussy juices still streaming out of me
On my knees I go
Sun setting really low
Licking the tip, coveting the width
Persistently sucking on a stalling dick
Gagging, choking
Jackoff pumps, mouth stroking
Mmm, dick went completely broke
Eruption squirting in the air
Reputation declared
Mouth, face, in my hair

His monstrous release oozed down between my breasts
Where his cum now rest
Two hands wrapped around his girth, soothing his trembling body moves
My mouth once again heightened the throbbing beat
Prolonging his pleasure, his pearly flow my tonsils did greet
Past my tongue, the current down my throat did meet
My wet pussy bathed Big Don’s Ding Dong
He fucked me all night long
Surrendered moans and pleasurable groans of its echoing song

However, Did We Meet  

However, did we meet  
That our bodies now blend together under a slew of silken sheets  
Maybe I need to thoroughly remind  
As I mentally bedazzle you while taking your mind back in time  
You liked the essence of my gyrating groove  
At the strip club, my magnetic sultry erotic moves  
That night, I had your dick stirred up  
If the price is right, I can make it erupt  

You whispered in my ear, how much  
To your limousine, we left in a rush  
Stroking your dick, my mouth coveted it as such
Pumping the width, licking up and down the length, swallowing your pearly gush  

In your office now on your Cherry wood desk  
Jamming a finger inside my wet pussy asking me have I climaxed yet  
Is… oh baby, is this how we met  
Creaming your finger  
Hopefully, your tongue is a passionate dead ringer  
You honed your face in, sniffling the essence of awaited pleasure  
Your tongue exploring around my sunken treasure  

Licking up and down my clit  
Umm…closing my eyes, it seems you know your shit  
Got my body twisting  
Hitting strange carnal hot spots, pre-climatic juices coexisting  
Yes…yes…umm…yes right there  
Palming your head, behind the intensity, pulling your hair  
My legs wider spreading  
Wrapping my ankles around your neck, Oh God, I don’t know where this is heading  

My back, flapping as you’re lighting the weakening fire within  
Suctioning noises behind such wicked sins  
You remember now, palming my upper thighs  
Torpedoing your oral assault inside  
Ringing the tip inside my pussy, tasting a liquidity sweeten surprise  

Umm, I grabbed my breasts, your hands stretched up, covering mine  
Grabbing that bottle of opened Romanee-Conti Grand Cru wine  
Pouring it over me for a debauchery blessing in disguise  
You pushed your desktop items aside, climbing between my Butter Rum thighs  
Cupping your dick  
Umm…ramming it pass my sensitive clit  
Palming your desk bending your head, tenderly sucking on my perky tits  
Do you remember any of this  
Sexual asphyxiation in the throne of passion, a teeth mark as I bit  
A loud whimper escaped my lips  
Holding in place the reins of your hard throbbing dick  

Your head thrown back  
Holding you tighter, feeling your ejaculation flowing out of whack  
United as we’re cumming  
Bodies weakening while humming  
Lips to Lips  
Hard dick roaming inside a wet honeyed abyss  

Umm…This office game, I indulge to win  
Your dick gaining strength once again  
Stirring as we begin  
Lights turned on, a pair of eyes stood in dismay  
The Boss caught us, handsome one, how bad do you want a raise  
They say two heads are always better than one  
Way past midnight streams of cum  
Handsome one is CFO now, on the fate of my pussy and tongue  

Mm... Addicted To The Rush Under Him

Peace of mind for five minutes, that's what I crave.  
Alanis Morissette      
   
Addict to the climatic rush      
Three climaxes in the morning weakening me of such      
Waves coming on for a fourth, getting to work, superseded in as much      
Intellectual, and Charkas centered, yet unstable      
Oh God, can I keep the flow of this, am I able  
Nirvana sinking, I cry out      
Words a sweet soul like in the beginning I knew nothing about      
I try to walk away feet like quicksand      
The Whore, the Sub, mental dominance under this man      
So many voices to heed too      
Your heart, my mind, my compulsion keeps reeling me back to you      
The dildo is my culprit      
Words to push me over while it’s slithering in and out tasting my clit      
Addicted to the accent, the compulsion to complete me, stripping at my soul bit by bit      
The force of emotions without the hard dick      
His verbs, nouns, moans of pleasure comforting my wet slit      
The need to carnal feed, weakening me      
My thong down past my knees      
Layers by layers of my center core stripped nothing but the warmth of cold      
Loving the addiction as passion consumes me morning, day, and night, surrendering has already been foretold      
What do I do when I’m swimming against a sinking tide that takes me there
   
Addiction beyond the word I swear      
If there ever was a hope and a sweet prayer      
I need Holy Oil, for this addiction, unbound me from my emotional slayer      
Mirrored reflection of a nympho, Mary Magdalene, and a Jezebel merged into one      
Moans of Oh God unto Heaven as my pussy pulsates and then cum      
The touch of the sacred garment of lust I cannot escape or run from      
Addicted to the pussy being lick      
My emotions frayed, driving 95 miles on a 65 highway to get my pussy kissed      
Emotional uplifted      
Pussy tossed and dick shifted      
The voice      
My reckless choice      
The moans mingling unto the throating grunts      
Echoing my moans as my dildo is deep inside my wet cunt      
The images, the pics      
Captivates, arresting my ear, listening as he’s stroking his hard dick      
Legs gapped open fingers inside, oh baby…can you come and take a lick of this sweet tasting slit      
Addict to the climatic rush

If you speak to me gently with words I like  
I will gently creep into your brain will all my might  
I’m what they call Sapiosexual  
Nothing about me is ever perceptual or conceptual  
Could it be I have everything I need  
Money, looks, education, with an empty hearted feed  
Mental sex is my fulfilling creed  
Sentiments from your brain, makes me weak as I emotional bleed  

Sex crazed with such a tender twist  
In this day and time, every man’s family jewels cannot dip or slip inside my sweet abyss  
Have done the dating, mating, engagement, but if your mind is not of my request  
I refuse to waste my time, mentality, or settle for less  
Some here may not believe, for some, yes this falls true  
However, do you think we all incorporate our mental muse  
The people who have the mental power to mentally seduce  

Excitability of the heart with beautiful, transcribed poems  
Written enrapturing words that makes the heart go warm  
Makes the heart feel reborn, torn, or adorned  
I am just bringing this hidden desire to light  
Are we all Sapiosexual on these online sites  
The brain is such a beautiful gift not to waste  
Therefore, I’ll follow anyone’s words if I can mentally relate  

Turn me on even more, if it’s words to physically generate  
Especially if your alluring brain capacity is something I can mentally taste  
Back and forth to sweetly debate  
Intellectual stimulation found within man  
God what a turn on where his feet may stand  
His hidden thoughts, speaking on behalf of his heart’s demands  
Being a Nurse so many things I’ve saw  
Clean living is for the good of us all  

So, if I tease you don’t ever be coy or alarmed  
It’s just something about your intelligence that sends my mind pass gone  
Getting hot off the lyrical of your poetic or narrative songs  
Your words sinking inside my brains all night long  
Sipping on my Cosmopolitan as your narrative deeply penetrate
I would never be alone with your words caressed of destiny, kissed by fate  
Intellectual words getting me heated, while making slow love to my brain  
And no, I am not insane  
Intelligent with a very high Ivy League IQ  
If you got the intoxicating words, yes, I have the butter rum essence for you  

Lay me down as you play the seductive harp of my mind  
I have the blindfolds, the wine, the handcuffs and the time  
Umm, so give your words their very best  
Leave the immature mundane details to the rest  
Turn me on, and then turn me out  
Mental love making is what this poem is all about  

Make me softly whisper your name, as my mind glorifies in the claim of your fame  
Until I’m spent and far gone  
As our minds entwine in an attuned song  
Therefore, for all you Sapiosexual beings within society, this poem is dedicated to your mental juice  
I have given you your fifteen minutes of fame, and your just due  
I hope I have done your wandering brain justice, as I’ve come close to feeling the lust of your mental heat  
As your mind bonds with someone you may never see, greet, or even meet  
This is the first poem I have ever written without laying on rose petal silk sheets  

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/354642-soft-rainfalls-tenderized-by-infinity-s/

A Beautiful Kind Of Trouble

He strolls into my mind as smooth as can be      
Debonair, yet wicked desires his tongue coats, deifying all logic of me          
Charming, enticing, soft whispers upon uttering my ancient given name          
Reality in his smile, his eyes, his foreign dialect, virtual in his touch, hitherto, rendering me defenseless all the same

Blurred lines of veracity, as I lay, spreading my thighs for him          
Two fingers embedded inside my slit, the farthest he’s got then most men          
That’s how he likes me, wet, self-pleasing myself, the rituals of our nightly sins          
Come closer as he peaks inside the depth of my soul          
Drawing me deeper and deeper, losing my sense of purpose, up my body my dewy fingers slowly patrol          
Licking my sweeten essence off the abyss of my moistened south          
His eyes, darting to my dildo on the bed, lifting it, now darting in and out the opening of my mouth          
“Now squeeze a breast, pinch a tit.”          
Mm… sliding, with one hand, my toy pass my lips          
He’s aroused, from glimpsing the hardness of his towering dick          
His pre-cum coating the tip          
       
Demanding I get down on all fours... and crawl up to my enlarged screen          
An act of submission, I conclude, advertising his smile as his pearly teeth they gleam          
Each approval heard behind his hissing          
Up and down, stroking his manhood…., the mushroom dome glistening          
Laying on my back, legs in the air          
Yeah… just like that, his eyes perusing over my pussy’s fine downy hairs          
       
A beautiful man with the lustful desires of a reigning King          
His dancing nympho, his spread eagle Queen          
Arousing him with my moans of pleasure as he watches the in and out insertion of my dildo, until it makes me cream          
Mm… back arching, hips slowly gyrating          
My dildo inside me, farther migrating          
Smearing the glossed residue all over my chest, over my lips... tasting the wetness of my pussy melt          
Then embedding it back inside my soaking nest, a feeling best experienced when felt          
Closing my eyes, climaxing, body shaking          
His eyes glued to the act of my love making          
Withdrawing my toy with an ease, my pussy still pulsating          
       
Turning over for the dipping eye appease          
Mm… oh yes… scooting to the edge of his chair... the fascination he has when I use my anal beads          
His groans echoing with each pulling out tease          
Asking him, ‘you like that, baby… after the last one escaping          
His reply, 'make this dick cum and no more waiting'          
In and out my dildo  inserts... my ass wiggling, jiggling with each twerk          
       
Playing with the tip of my toy, up and down the inner crevice it glides over the fissure of my ass          
The wolfish sounds unbeknown echoing, his throaty  grunts… his release seeping, then pumping the base fast          
His pearly flow spilling out on full blast          
Pivoting my head backwards... his stomach coated with a river of carnal pleasure from my freaky task          
Shh... I won’t tell anyone... your persona protecting that enraging fire… is my handsome sire        
It's a beautiful kind of trouble when its Kingdom cums with molten flames of desires        
Mesmerizing … addictive, sending me as my climax becomes undone like a Moth drawn to its fire

SweetKittyCat5 said:If you speak to me gently with words I like  
I will gently creep into your brain will all my might  
I’m what they call Sapiosexual  
Nothing about me is ever perceptual or conceptual  
Could it be I have everything I need  
Money, looks, education, with an empty hearted feed  
Mental sex is my fulfilling creed  
Sentiments from your brain, makes me weak as I emotional bleed  

Sex crazed with such a tender twist  
In this day and time, every man’s family jewels cannot dip or slip inside my sweet abyss  
Have done the dating, mating, engagement, but if your mind is not of my request  
I refuse to waste my time, mentality, or settle for less  
Some here may not believe, for some, yes this falls true  
However, do you think we all incorporate our mental muse  
The people who have the mental power to mentally seduce  

Excitability of the heart with beautiful, transcribed poems  
Written enrapturing words that makes the heart go warm  
Makes the heart feel reborn, torn, or adorned  
I am just bringing this hidden desire to light  
Are we all Sapiosexual on these online sites  
The brain is such a beautiful gift not to waste  
Therefore, I’ll follow anyone’s words if I can mentally relate  

Turn me on even more, if it’s words to physically generate  
Especially if your alluring brain capacity is something I can mentally taste  
Back and forth to sweetly debate  
Intellectual stimulation found within man  
God what a turn on where his feet may stand  
His hidden thoughts, speaking on behalf of his heart’s demands  
Being a Nurse so many things I’ve saw  
Clean living is for the good of us all  

So, if I tease you don’t ever be coy or alarmed  
It’s just something about your intelligence that sends my mind pass gone  
Getting hot off the lyrical of your poetic or narrative songs  
Your words sinking inside my brains all night long  
Sipping on my Cosmopolitan as your narrative deeply penetrate
I would never be alone with your words caressed of destiny, kissed by fate  
Intellectual words getting me heated, while making slow love to my brain  
And no, I am not insane  
Intelligent with a very high Ivy League IQ  
If you got the intoxicating words, yes, I have the butter rum essence for you  

Lay me down as you play the seductive harp of my mind  
I have the blindfolds, the wine, the handcuffs and the time  
Umm, so give your words their very best  
Leave the immature mundane details to the rest  
Turn me on, and then turn me out  
Mental love making is what this poem is all about  

Make me softly whisper your name, as my mind glorifies in the claim of your fame  
Until I’m spent and far gone  
As our minds entwine in an attuned song  
Therefore, for all you Sapiosexual beings within society, this poem is dedicated to your mental juice  
I have given you your fifteen minutes of fame, and your just due  
I hope I have done your wandering brain justice, as I’ve come close to feeling the lust of your mental heat  
As your mind bonds with someone you may never see, greet, or even meet  
This is the first poem I have ever written without laying on rose petal silk sheets  



I love this! Great minds...🙏🏼

Mm... and so do I, my poet, mainly when carnal minds tend to cum together in blissfulness to create such an endorphin natural state of existence only nature will ever compare in the illusion of its desirable contentment

And thank you for the praise, always...enjoy👄