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Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
Who wore the $2,821 pair of snake diamond earrings better, take into consideration, I just got finished working out, sports bra, biker shorts, no makeup, and about to shower.
https://youtu.be/rtfyUvIYaKw
I must say Ms. Coco Jones does have great taste in jewelry and be advised the earrings were on sale.
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
I’m The Cloak Of The Night
Snared all up in his dopamine
Got my mind open like a poetic feen
My brotha, let me up for air
Let me see over those mountaintops, let my scent breathe everywhere
You buzzing all in my juju honey
Licking my cortex like whip cream heaped on my butter rummy
Let my name spill off your lips
So, others will know I’m the bliss when grooving on your tip
I’m the cloak of the night
Surrendering when you got my back bent hips gripped
Calling to the Gods when you locked in my tight squeeze with that penetrating hard slip
Let eyes come to know
I got you drifting in and out the saccharine mix of my soul
Whispering to your mind, pampering your heart as my tongue up your body seductively rolls
What you doing here, man, circling around me that Rastafarian vibe
Trying to stir your essence deep in the honeypot of this Moon Child
I got your apple, softly bite into it
Savoring in your mouth the secret of your lineage, swallowing the cosmic of its ancient gift
Illuminating your path balancing your ethos, pathos, logos, when your intellect is in flight
Yeah, baby I’m the cloak of the night
The best carnal food your tongue has ever tasted
Licking your lips, fingers, surely not to waste it
Bringing on the surge of your powerful streams
Feeling the sensations of your wet dream
Like you the King Blackjack trying to inhabit my honeycomb
Stinging me with your poetic equations, lassoing me like a midnight song
Smacking that assmosphere
Thrusting all in my pinkish stratosphere
Mm... that feels good, my dear
Hitting those erogenous zones, with your hard bone just right
My perceptions, conceptions, moaned against your skin unto Dawn’s Early Light
I’m the cloak of the night
Kissing me with the falling of your inclinations
Climatic infusing, shaking the inner core of my vibrations
Your mind reeling in my secretions
You need not a better reason
You know my sugar spreads all over this nation
Kissing my lyrical sundown, laminating in its trickling hydration
Cosseting you in my alluring persuasion
Bathing in the enrichment of your pineal gland, intoxicating off the esoteric insight
I’m the cloak of the night
nutbuster
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loving the flow sweet and spicy
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
French Quarter Whore
Irvin Mayfield’s Jazz Playhouse
Royal Sonesta Hotel
New Orleans, Louisiana
I was sitting at the Jazz Bar on Bourbon Street. After, I had already downed two Cosmos, and working on my third. I was feeling the mood, the atmosphere, the southern dialect heard in the distance background sounded as if I crossed an entire continent to hear such southern blended dialects.
Several moments later, I decided to sip the last remains of my drink. I decided to rise and check out several more Jazz Bars establishments on the stroll. However, before, I rose from my bar stool. A handsome man of Italian lineage slid beside me. He leaned against the bar and tapped on the Oakwood surface to get the bartender’s attention
Umm, the man smelled so good.
I turned my head the other way, pretending the coy act.
“Whatcha having,” the bartender asked this gentleman.
“Rum no ice.” He looked over at me. “And give the lady another round of whatever she’s sipping on.”
The bartender nodded his head at the man’s request.
Darn, then that mean I would have to twist my head around and face the chivalry in his deep baritone voice. I told myself, I am here for rest from ER patient caseloads, training for a marathon, just to be me, which involves no kinky one-night stand.
I pivoted my head.
Damn, I swear, I couldn’t get my mouth moving, let alone get the words out to properly thank this handsome Adonis.
Keep your head, was the only words that rang out in the far corners of my mind.
The bartender placed a napkin down in front of our presence. He then placed our respective drinks in front of us. The bartender gave me just enough time for my brain to register a response if spoken to once again.
“Thank you.”
His midnight-colored eyes gently caressed my skin.
“I’m hoping so.”
He lifted his drink and took a small swig.
Umm, his lips, succulent, a good indicator he knew how to use them along with his mouth.
I was too frighten to lift me drink, my hands were shaking,
Compose yourself.
I took a deep breath.
“Are you enjoying yourself gorgeous.”
“I am now.”
The man nodded his head at my affirmation.
My mind has always fast forward, his tongue bathing within the pools of my pussy juices; sapping the essence of me as his head twisted from side to side as he enjoyed his feast of famine.
What was wrong with me, I made a pack with myself, before I boarded the plane from Philadelphia to pretend to be a virgin to this world. Somehow, that plan was being mentally challenged.
I swear this handsome one looked like, Nick Lashey, from his aquiline facial features to his build concealed behind his double-breasted two-piece navy blue suit.
“Have you eaten. If not, I know this nice restaurant not too far from here. This place serves the best mouthwatering steaks.”
“Ooh, I’m sorry, I’m a vegetarian.”
Good, maybe he would finish his drink in silence, and allow me to sneak out of here, alone.
The stranger palmed down has smooth shaven cheeks.
“This is New Orleans, the seafood is exquisite to eat, much like the eye candy in front of me.”
“The hard candy erected in front of me, could use a good sucking as well.”
Why does the erotic side of my nature always seep through, this man must have thought me to be easy.
He looked down following my words and then hooked my smokey-colored eyes
“Are you up for the job?”
“Maybe.”
“Tell me gorgeous, is the pussy clean, and does it smell like heaven.”
This was no southern gentleman.
I looked around the bar and then faced his presence. I spaced my thighs, inserted a finger inside my pussy, withdrew it, and then smeared my finger under his nostrils
“You tell me.”
He took a complementary whiff.
This handsome one lifted that same finger placed it up to his mouth. He held my eyes as he homed my finger inside his mouth.
WTF?
This handsome one read the questions in my eyes
“It smells like heaven, I wanted to see what an Angel really taste like.”
I almost climaxed, words floating out that generous mouth, facial features already had me mentally stoned.
He allowed by hand to fall astray.
I nervously lifted my drink, took a sip; I shakily repositioned my glass on my napkin.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t we get out of here.”
“I’m sorry, I do not leave with strangers.”
He stuck the tip of his tongue inside my ear canal. “I’ll stick something much bigger and better, in other tighter holes.”
His minty breath was hot on my ear.
“I…!”
Would you just say something? Educated and cannot form a simple reply. My own rules of being in charge caught me off guard. I had no defense, the man was guilty of tipping me off balance, in the most poetic way.
He kissed the bottom of my earlobe and inched his face back. He cupped my chin and slowly turned my face to meet his eyes.
Please tell me I packed those extended condoms, I racked my brain in a matter of minutes, dammit.
He must have sensed my hesitancy.
“Tell me sexy, I do not make you nervous, we have all night to get better acquainted.”
“I have a stocked bar in my hotel room.”
I was flirting with danger, but to spend a night of consensual passion in a man’s arm who looked the splitting image of Nick Lashey was on this French Creole woman’s nightly agenda.
“This is nice.”
He lifted my diamond Ankh and leaned his head down to closely inspect it. His hair was glossed, slicked back, and tapered to a V shape faded cut. He slowly replaced my piece of jewelry against my bare chest. The back of his hand took the extra time to caress over my sun kissed skin.
“Very nice.” His eyes never wavered from mine. “The necklace too.”
I blushed those pearly white enamels.
The man lifted his drink and took a healthy swig. He looked down at my drink.
“I also have a stocked bar in my hotel suite.”
“Suite.”
“Yes, downtown.”
“Lead the way handsome.”
Hyatt House New Orleans/Downtown
New Orleans, Louisiana
One Hour Later
We walked into the hotel lobby of the Hyatt House.
“Can you excuse me,”
“Sure.”
He strolled away from me, confident in his stride. Thank goodness he had the taxicab driver to pull over at one of those convenient food markets. I felt my purse for the box of assurance if this night progresses as I’m hoping.
I pivoted my head. Marco, that’s his name, was conversing with another handsome looking gentleman.
New Orleans from what I could remember was not this stocked with men who looked like models when I blazed through here years ago.
Marco walked toward me.
Damn, the man looked good, I’m sure to get my pussy caressed throughout the night; I’m halfway there, no panties or thong are gracing this Brazilian waxed pussy.
“You are a very gorgeous woman, are you American.”
“No, I was born in Santo Domingo, reared by my Grand-mère in France, and spent my adolescent years in Haiti with my grann until I went to college in America.”
Marco stepped back and looked down at my toned ass.
My curvaceous body hugged the soft material of my tight silk red dress, worn as a second skin, next to wearing nothing.
“I must give its countries its proper credence, in producing gorgeous and scrumptious bodied women.”
Mm, his voice sounded velvety. The man was making love to my mind, and we have not even arrived at his hotel suite.
We finally stepped on the elevator.
“Was that man someone you know.”
“Yes, my business partner.”
The elevator doors closed. He pushed the up button.
“Are you here on business or pleasure, sexy?”
His voice relieved my thinking.
“Pleasure.”
“Which awaits us.”
“Marco, do you reside in New Orleans?”
“No, I’m here on business, I live in Los Angeles.”
The elevator doors opened.
We stepped off and walked in the direction of his suite.
Marco lifted the keycard, opened the door, and then stepped aside. He permitted my entrance.
I entered Marco’s lavish hotel suite.
His suite was bathed with soft illuminating lighting.
In the center of the suite positioned near the floor-to-ceiling window, stood a white tablecloth.
Two covered dishes sat upon idly.
Marco closed the door as I turned to face his presence.
Marco encircled my lower back and pulled me into his arms.
“Just like you requested.”
“I’m sorry, like I requested.”
Marco leaned his face downward and tenderly arrested my lips.
Dreams meeting reality, oh yes, my mind screamed.
“Just like you requested.”
“Wait, excuse me love.”
I gently pushed Marco’s chest back with regrets.
“Can you please explain your comment, like I requested.”
“Okay, it’s your money spent he said.”
WTH?
“I am a little confused here.”
“This fantasy date. Which I am getting paid by the hour.”
My temper went from zero to pissed off in mere seconds.
“Wait, I hope you do not think I’m a…a prostitute?”
“No, but I’m a male escort.” He caressed my soft cheek. “And why are we wasting time, after all, you already paid me fifteen hundred dollars for my required services throughout the night.”
This episode was not fair, handsome, probably packing, looking like Nick Lashey, and he’s a male whore, wow, this is the stuff one most keep a tight lid on and never divulge.
“I think there has been some form of a misunderstanding. I am not the person, who has paid you for your services.”
“The woman, I was supposed to meet at that particular hotel bar, stunning, curvaceous, spiraling curls past her shoulders, and cat like light gray eyes, and from who I saw once I entered, you fitted the bill perfectly, by the way I like the Fairy tattoo to your upper thigh.
I blushed, and then cleared my throat
“I think, we need to end this evening, it appears someone apparently is waiting for you, who paid you, sadly, it’s not me.”
Marco palmed his cheeks down.
“Would you…”
“No.”
“I’ve been told the hot looking women are always taken or fleeing my presence.”
How does he think I feel, I have an unused box of condoms?
Marco escorted me back downstairs, paid for my taxicab. Before the taxicab pulled off, he gave me his business card just in case I’m ever in Cali.
I gave him my home telephone number and cell phone number if he’s ever in Philly. In addition, my website profile addresses for his erotic pleasure reading, the telephone number to my hotel, just in case, and my webcam website and my pseudonym name, whereas he can watch me play with myself with my naughty toys at his leisure.
Marco called me that same night, we talked from two o’clock in the morning until four fifteen.
Royal Sonesta Hotel
New Orleans, Louisiana
I was sitting at the Jazz Bar on Bourbon Street. After, I had already downed two Cosmos, and working on my third. I was feeling the mood, the atmosphere, the southern dialect heard in the distance background sounded as if I crossed an entire continent to hear such southern blended dialects.
Several moments later, I decided to sip the last remains of my drink. I decided to rise and check out several more Jazz Bars establishments on the stroll. However, before, I rose from my bar stool. A handsome man of Italian lineage slid beside me. He leaned against the bar and tapped on the Oakwood surface to get the bartender’s attention
Umm, the man smelled so good.
I turned my head the other way, pretending the coy act.
“Whatcha having,” the bartender asked this gentleman.
“Rum no ice.” He looked over at me. “And give the lady another round of whatever she’s sipping on.”
The bartender nodded his head at the man’s request.
Darn, then that mean I would have to twist my head around and face the chivalry in his deep baritone voice. I told myself, I am here for rest from ER patient caseloads, training for a marathon, just to be me, which involves no kinky one-night stand.
I pivoted my head.
Damn, I swear, I couldn’t get my mouth moving, let alone get the words out to properly thank this handsome Adonis.
Keep your head, was the only words that rang out in the far corners of my mind.
The bartender placed a napkin down in front of our presence. He then placed our respective drinks in front of us. The bartender gave me just enough time for my brain to register a response if spoken to once again.
“Thank you.”
His midnight-colored eyes gently caressed my skin.
“I’m hoping so.”
He lifted his drink and took a small swig.
Umm, his lips, succulent, a good indicator he knew how to use them along with his mouth.
I was too frighten to lift me drink, my hands were shaking,
Compose yourself.
I took a deep breath.
“Are you enjoying yourself gorgeous.”
“I am now.”
The man nodded his head at my affirmation.
My mind has always fast forward, his tongue bathing within the pools of my pussy juices; sapping the essence of me as his head twisted from side to side as he enjoyed his feast of famine.
What was wrong with me, I made a pack with myself, before I boarded the plane from Philadelphia to pretend to be a virgin to this world. Somehow, that plan was being mentally challenged.
I swear this handsome one looked like, Nick Lashey, from his aquiline facial features to his build concealed behind his double-breasted two-piece navy blue suit.
“Have you eaten. If not, I know this nice restaurant not too far from here. This place serves the best mouthwatering steaks.”
“Ooh, I’m sorry, I’m a vegetarian.”
Good, maybe he would finish his drink in silence, and allow me to sneak out of here, alone.
The stranger palmed down has smooth shaven cheeks.
“This is New Orleans, the seafood is exquisite to eat, much like the eye candy in front of me.”
“The hard candy erected in front of me, could use a good sucking as well.”
Why does the erotic side of my nature always seep through, this man must have thought me to be easy.
He looked down following my words and then hooked my smokey-colored eyes
“Are you up for the job?”
“Maybe.”
“Tell me gorgeous, is the pussy clean, and does it smell like heaven.”
This was no southern gentleman.
I looked around the bar and then faced his presence. I spaced my thighs, inserted a finger inside my pussy, withdrew it, and then smeared my finger under his nostrils
“You tell me.”
He took a complementary whiff.
This handsome one lifted that same finger placed it up to his mouth. He held my eyes as he homed my finger inside his mouth.
WTF?
This handsome one read the questions in my eyes
“It smells like heaven, I wanted to see what an Angel really taste like.”
I almost climaxed, words floating out that generous mouth, facial features already had me mentally stoned.
He allowed by hand to fall astray.
I nervously lifted my drink, took a sip; I shakily repositioned my glass on my napkin.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t we get out of here.”
“I’m sorry, I do not leave with strangers.”
He stuck the tip of his tongue inside my ear canal. “I’ll stick something much bigger and better, in other tighter holes.”
His minty breath was hot on my ear.
“I…!”
Would you just say something? Educated and cannot form a simple reply. My own rules of being in charge caught me off guard. I had no defense, the man was guilty of tipping me off balance, in the most poetic way.
He kissed the bottom of my earlobe and inched his face back. He cupped my chin and slowly turned my face to meet his eyes.
Please tell me I packed those extended condoms, I racked my brain in a matter of minutes, dammit.
He must have sensed my hesitancy.
“Tell me sexy, I do not make you nervous, we have all night to get better acquainted.”
“I have a stocked bar in my hotel room.”
I was flirting with danger, but to spend a night of consensual passion in a man’s arm who looked the splitting image of Nick Lashey was on this French Creole woman’s nightly agenda.
“This is nice.”
He lifted my diamond Ankh and leaned his head down to closely inspect it. His hair was glossed, slicked back, and tapered to a V shape faded cut. He slowly replaced my piece of jewelry against my bare chest. The back of his hand took the extra time to caress over my sun kissed skin.
“Very nice.” His eyes never wavered from mine. “The necklace too.”
I blushed those pearly white enamels.
The man lifted his drink and took a healthy swig. He looked down at my drink.
“I also have a stocked bar in my hotel suite.”
“Suite.”
“Yes, downtown.”
“Lead the way handsome.”
Hyatt House New Orleans/Downtown
New Orleans, Louisiana
One Hour Later
We walked into the hotel lobby of the Hyatt House.
“Can you excuse me,”
“Sure.”
He strolled away from me, confident in his stride. Thank goodness he had the taxicab driver to pull over at one of those convenient food markets. I felt my purse for the box of assurance if this night progresses as I’m hoping.
I pivoted my head. Marco, that’s his name, was conversing with another handsome looking gentleman.
New Orleans from what I could remember was not this stocked with men who looked like models when I blazed through here years ago.
Marco walked toward me.
Damn, the man looked good, I’m sure to get my pussy caressed throughout the night; I’m halfway there, no panties or thong are gracing this Brazilian waxed pussy.
“You are a very gorgeous woman, are you American.”
“No, I was born in Santo Domingo, reared by my Grand-mère in France, and spent my adolescent years in Haiti with my grann until I went to college in America.”
Marco stepped back and looked down at my toned ass.
My curvaceous body hugged the soft material of my tight silk red dress, worn as a second skin, next to wearing nothing.
“I must give its countries its proper credence, in producing gorgeous and scrumptious bodied women.”
Mm, his voice sounded velvety. The man was making love to my mind, and we have not even arrived at his hotel suite.
We finally stepped on the elevator.
“Was that man someone you know.”
“Yes, my business partner.”
The elevator doors closed. He pushed the up button.
“Are you here on business or pleasure, sexy?”
His voice relieved my thinking.
“Pleasure.”
“Which awaits us.”
“Marco, do you reside in New Orleans?”
“No, I’m here on business, I live in Los Angeles.”
The elevator doors opened.
We stepped off and walked in the direction of his suite.
Marco lifted the keycard, opened the door, and then stepped aside. He permitted my entrance.
I entered Marco’s lavish hotel suite.
His suite was bathed with soft illuminating lighting.
In the center of the suite positioned near the floor-to-ceiling window, stood a white tablecloth.
Two covered dishes sat upon idly.
Marco closed the door as I turned to face his presence.
Marco encircled my lower back and pulled me into his arms.
“Just like you requested.”
“I’m sorry, like I requested.”
Marco leaned his face downward and tenderly arrested my lips.
Dreams meeting reality, oh yes, my mind screamed.
“Just like you requested.”
“Wait, excuse me love.”
I gently pushed Marco’s chest back with regrets.
“Can you please explain your comment, like I requested.”
“Okay, it’s your money spent he said.”
WTH?
“I am a little confused here.”
“This fantasy date. Which I am getting paid by the hour.”
My temper went from zero to pissed off in mere seconds.
“Wait, I hope you do not think I’m a…a prostitute?”
“No, but I’m a male escort.” He caressed my soft cheek. “And why are we wasting time, after all, you already paid me fifteen hundred dollars for my required services throughout the night.”
This episode was not fair, handsome, probably packing, looking like Nick Lashey, and he’s a male whore, wow, this is the stuff one most keep a tight lid on and never divulge.
“I think there has been some form of a misunderstanding. I am not the person, who has paid you for your services.”
“The woman, I was supposed to meet at that particular hotel bar, stunning, curvaceous, spiraling curls past her shoulders, and cat like light gray eyes, and from who I saw once I entered, you fitted the bill perfectly, by the way I like the Fairy tattoo to your upper thigh.
I blushed, and then cleared my throat
“I think, we need to end this evening, it appears someone apparently is waiting for you, who paid you, sadly, it’s not me.”
Marco palmed his cheeks down.
“Would you…”
“No.”
“I’ve been told the hot looking women are always taken or fleeing my presence.”
How does he think I feel, I have an unused box of condoms?
Marco escorted me back downstairs, paid for my taxicab. Before the taxicab pulled off, he gave me his business card just in case I’m ever in Cali.
I gave him my home telephone number and cell phone number if he’s ever in Philly. In addition, my website profile addresses for his erotic pleasure reading, the telephone number to my hotel, just in case, and my webcam website and my pseudonym name, whereas he can watch me play with myself with my naughty toys at his leisure.
Marco called me that same night, we talked from two o’clock in the morning until four fifteen.
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I am in a reminisce mood, giving honor to my Frech Creole relatives.
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
The promises held within my care
Breathing in the spores of solitude
The abandonment of pleasure into my King
My hands stroking the ambience within his soul
Manly in his endowment
His eyes bore into mine
The speech of his mouth
Whispers for him to beguile
To soothe the scent of my nightly lust
The Rise Of King Solomon
His story coming soon..
🌞Sunsational..
AspergerPoet56
Forum Posts: 1902
Tyrant of Words
33
Joined 4th Dec 2018Forum Posts: 1902
Allowed
i am
here...
to dismantle
piece by
little piece
those strong....
constructed
barriers
you thought
kept you
safe....
free...
i am
here...
to show you
no matter
how carefully
they were built
i will
tear them
down
like tearing fabric
you will be
exposed
soul bared
as your skin
begging
yet not
yielding
thinking
you'll take
it all
eventually
you will
know ...
true freedom
under my hand
in my command
and
when you
kneel
head bowed
submission
obedience
the only
way
be a good girl
i will let
you fly
soar higher
than your soul
and i
will...
allow
here...
to dismantle
piece by
little piece
those strong....
constructed
barriers
you thought
kept you
safe....
free...
i am
here...
to show you
no matter
how carefully
they were built
i will
tear them
down
like tearing fabric
you will be
exposed
soul bared
as your skin
begging
yet not
yielding
thinking
you'll take
it all
eventually
you will
know ...
true freedom
under my hand
in my command
and
when you
kneel
head bowed
submission
obedience
the only
way
be a good girl
i will let
you fly
soar higher
than your soul
and i
will...
allow
Written by AspergerPoet56
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SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
Allowed
i am
here...
to dismantle
piece by
little piece
those strong....
constructed
barriers
you thought
kept you
safe....
free...
i am
here...
to show you
no matter
how carefully
they were built
i will
tear them
down
like tearing fabric
you will be
exposed
soul bared
as your skin
begging
yet not
yielding
thinking
you'll take
it all
eventually
you will
know ...
true freedom
under my hand
in my command
and
when you
kneel
head bowed
submission
obedience
the only
way
be a good girl
i will let
you fly
soar higher
than your soul
and i
will...
allow
here...
to dismantle
piece by
little piece
those strong....
constructed
barriers
you thought
kept you
safe....
free...
i am
here...
to show you
no matter
how carefully
they were built
i will
tear them
down
like tearing fabric
you will be
exposed
soul bared
as your skin
begging
yet not
yielding
thinking
you'll take
it all
eventually
you will
know ...
true freedom
under my hand
in my command
and
when you
kneel
head bowed
submission
obedience
the only
way
be a good girl
i will let
you fly
soar higher
than your soul
and i
will...
allow
Written by AspergerPoet56
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AspergerPoet56 said:
Unto the softness of my crown, my love resonates
A tender caress, stolen kisses sweeter as the love we create
Alluring whispers to me as casting moonbeams smile
My supple skin you tease, passion in the lust of his aura.
Swept up in the desire as his eyes beguile
Enjoy your evening, my handsome moonbeam
Unto the softness of my crown, my love resonates
A tender caress, stolen kisses sweeter as the love we create
Alluring whispers to me as casting moonbeams smile
My supple skin you tease, passion in the lust of his aura.
Swept up in the desire as his eyes beguile
Enjoy your evening, my handsome moonbeam
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
Soul Food
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
More seductive than coffee beans..
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
Love is the rose
The scent of another will always know
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
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I tried to hide my colorful addiction
In the comfort of my brownstone
My silent obsession lay bare in front of me, craving the color of the newest rendition
Rocking in my bed, leg twitching, waiting for the crack of dawn
Willing the need for the hunger to be gone
Metamorphosing from a sleepy head
Once I rose from my Queen Size bed
A full blown sultry diva to welcome the calling of the birds’ morning song
Panting in anticipation soon it shall not be that long
Running to my bay windows making sure the wood shutters are closed, curtails are drawn
Looking down at my trembling hands, who have a become
My compulsion has me feening behold the lust from midnight to the rising of the sun
I tried to be strong and ease myself off
Until I seen the virgin color after I pulled off the top
Puckering up aligning my luscious lips
Ahh… the endorphins rushing like a comic hit
My eyes rolling back in ecstasy when thinking of all the desired gifts
My mouth will come to please and uplift as a soft breeze on a tender drift
I need help, I may need a priest
To draw me out of my vanity fantasies at least
Holding my head down in shame
As I walked into the first meeting of Lipstick Wearers Anonymous
Thank goodness no one knows I am a nursing director or my name
Would you stand and introduce yourself younglady
Hello my name is..is… Cleopatra and I have an addiction
Hello Cleopatra
How many steps for me to go through without wearing my lipstick
Twelve!
Ahh... I be back I think I left my Mazda running
https://www.kyliecosmetics.com/products/posie-k
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“Mmm...There Is Bliss In Naajir's Kiss"
Eleven Madison Park
11 Madison Ave
New York, NY 10010
Ya’lll this handsome one is hard to contain
Without even touching me, girl, he makes my pussy rain
Do tell us more, Sweet Kitty, we are listening please
He showed up at my door the other night, I opened it, I pinched my nipples for an eye tease
Just letting his mind drift upon his midnight wish
And you know I had on my come and get this dress
He licked his lips, had me stuttering with a hello, pussy all wet
That white hooker get up
Forget ya’ll, but yes
That attire against my skin, has to be described as man’s first origin sin
Wait, do this mysterious man even have a name?
I call him, Naajir, he calls me something else when I’m giving him some brain
Once he took off his drawers
Ya’ll, I had his mind elevated in the Land Of Oz
Waiting for the toppling of his pearly freefall
He was loudly grunting, rubbing up and down his stomach, hissing
His palm to my head, up and down his taut skin, I was French kissing
Got me addicted off that clear taste, before the explosion in my mouth feening for the wait
Girl, he pulled my curls so tight with that surge, not a drop went to waste
I put his throbbing arousal between my breasts, making love, getting it back up to that long Mandingo length
Had him mesmerized, and my mouth did not relent
You sure he does not have any brothers
I forgot to ask him, but for now, my pussyhole is milking this lover
Without a touch, he makes my pussy rain
And his smile, his eyes, but his hair, strength in his mane
Loving it while his tongue is dipping, and his two fingers inside me slipping
Get, out of here, ain't no man that good
I beg to differ, if he’s eating the cooch like he should
Well, my man does it right, so let me knock on wood
Word up girl
Hum.. all I know is when he is thrusting deep inside me, his loving takes me to another world
Teasing me beyond the absence space of time
Such a charmer, tenderness when whispering, begging me to kiss between my Creole thighs
Laughter in the gift of his surrendering tease
Vows to always be there in the light, blending our souls in the midnight hour, pleasure we seek
Bringing me down and he still be loving me
Catering to the fetishes of my mentality while dipping into the abyss of my carnal needs
Yes, this handsome one brings me to throne of Nirvana until I am too far gone when on his knees
Sounds like someone is falling
Yeah, for his dick, if ya’ll must know, I am keeping my heart at a distance but my mind ain’t stalling
You ain’t seen his pics
Lord have mercy... what a big di..
Ladies would you like to order now
Give us twenty more minutes, if you would allow
What were you saying, Kitty
We have been relishing in stolen times in a realm of make believe
Giving him my nude sauciness with each angle he peeps
Telling me to turn around and bend over, and pull it apart... oo… I knew that certainly would make him real hard
Pushing him past limits. mm... too far
Trailing my hands up my legs, a jiggle, butt cheeks just a wiggling
I can feel the alluring of his soul from oceans away
The swag in his poetic lines, the hypotonic of his eyes, that endearment uplifts my day
No need to wish him near, he is right here, he got that swag when he parlays
On the other side of my moon, he calls, just to feel the warmth of my touch
Mm.. his fingers deep inside me feening for his flavoring rush
In haste, his tongue lashes, tasting my creamy gush
Ya’ll, once he's on top, my legs linked around his back
Giving him that wetness, his erection mm.. never lacks
His strong hands cupping my ass
Double humping me, I was losing my breath, not sure how long I was going to last
Squeezing down on his buttocks
Making sure the leaking of his lust stays in lock
With every push in pull out, ya’ll he was penetrating deeper, I felt his throbbing girth knocking on my g-spot
I remembered I said, baby ... wait.. wait… stop
I told him to take it out
Ya'll, I climbed over the brotha's mouth
Bracing the wall, my juices trickling over his faint beard, while I fingered my creamy south
Placing some of my essence over my tits
Leaning downward, my swinging breasts, gracing his lips
Mm.. oh yes.. yes.. the brotha has it going on, lifting his erection, sliding down his arousal, girl he was swimming in my lover’s nest
Gyrating and circling my yoni, just a tad, he knew I wanted to climax real bad
Much as I wanted to inch up and down letting him upward thrust
My downward shifting, then stopping, feeling him pulsates, I know he was about to bust his nutt
Girl, I am jealous
I have to admit once in my sheets, we straight nasty bliss
He lifted me, laying me back, opening my legs, his mouth to my pussy begin to sup my essence up
Back arched, my body was twisting
Trying to evade the feeling the way his oral fixation was drifting
Mm… my head dented the soft pillow... begging him.. don’t stop, stop... just let me move
Seesawing my pelvis to his mouth... sensitive from the sweetest onslaught, his tongue never lost the groove
Oh... what a feeling he brings me, from his voice to the invitation to join him in our sexual foray
Needed, wanting him and, the way we seductively play
What did you say once again his name is?
Naajir, why
Girl, you better keep that brotha on lock and key, not too many like him fall from the sky
And Kitty that’s no lie
I will tell the rest during our meal
For this Creole sista, he is the real deal
Muscular body, hard in all the right places
Big and long enough to fit in all my tight spaces
This poem was in appreciation to a poetic wager Naajir and I made who would win the Monday night Wildcard game, between the Dallas Cowboys and the Tamp Bay Buccaneers
As you see, I lost.. enjoy, my King
Dallas Cowboys 31
Tampa Bay Buccaneers 14
11 Madison Ave
New York, NY 10010
Ya’lll this handsome one is hard to contain
Without even touching me, girl, he makes my pussy rain
Do tell us more, Sweet Kitty, we are listening please
He showed up at my door the other night, I opened it, I pinched my nipples for an eye tease
Just letting his mind drift upon his midnight wish
And you know I had on my come and get this dress
He licked his lips, had me stuttering with a hello, pussy all wet
That white hooker get up
Forget ya’ll, but yes
That attire against my skin, has to be described as man’s first origin sin
Wait, do this mysterious man even have a name?
I call him, Naajir, he calls me something else when I’m giving him some brain
Once he took off his drawers
Ya’ll, I had his mind elevated in the Land Of Oz
Waiting for the toppling of his pearly freefall
He was loudly grunting, rubbing up and down his stomach, hissing
His palm to my head, up and down his taut skin, I was French kissing
Got me addicted off that clear taste, before the explosion in my mouth feening for the wait
Girl, he pulled my curls so tight with that surge, not a drop went to waste
I put his throbbing arousal between my breasts, making love, getting it back up to that long Mandingo length
Had him mesmerized, and my mouth did not relent
You sure he does not have any brothers
I forgot to ask him, but for now, my pussyhole is milking this lover
Without a touch, he makes my pussy rain
And his smile, his eyes, but his hair, strength in his mane
Loving it while his tongue is dipping, and his two fingers inside me slipping
Get, out of here, ain't no man that good
I beg to differ, if he’s eating the cooch like he should
Well, my man does it right, so let me knock on wood
Word up girl
Hum.. all I know is when he is thrusting deep inside me, his loving takes me to another world
Teasing me beyond the absence space of time
Such a charmer, tenderness when whispering, begging me to kiss between my Creole thighs
Laughter in the gift of his surrendering tease
Vows to always be there in the light, blending our souls in the midnight hour, pleasure we seek
Bringing me down and he still be loving me
Catering to the fetishes of my mentality while dipping into the abyss of my carnal needs
Yes, this handsome one brings me to throne of Nirvana until I am too far gone when on his knees
Sounds like someone is falling
Yeah, for his dick, if ya’ll must know, I am keeping my heart at a distance but my mind ain’t stalling
You ain’t seen his pics
Lord have mercy... what a big di..
Ladies would you like to order now
Give us twenty more minutes, if you would allow
What were you saying, Kitty
We have been relishing in stolen times in a realm of make believe
Giving him my nude sauciness with each angle he peeps
Telling me to turn around and bend over, and pull it apart... oo… I knew that certainly would make him real hard
Pushing him past limits. mm... too far
Trailing my hands up my legs, a jiggle, butt cheeks just a wiggling
I can feel the alluring of his soul from oceans away
The swag in his poetic lines, the hypotonic of his eyes, that endearment uplifts my day
No need to wish him near, he is right here, he got that swag when he parlays
On the other side of my moon, he calls, just to feel the warmth of my touch
Mm.. his fingers deep inside me feening for his flavoring rush
In haste, his tongue lashes, tasting my creamy gush
Ya’ll, once he's on top, my legs linked around his back
Giving him that wetness, his erection mm.. never lacks
His strong hands cupping my ass
Double humping me, I was losing my breath, not sure how long I was going to last
Squeezing down on his buttocks
Making sure the leaking of his lust stays in lock
With every push in pull out, ya’ll he was penetrating deeper, I felt his throbbing girth knocking on my g-spot
I remembered I said, baby ... wait.. wait… stop
I told him to take it out
Ya'll, I climbed over the brotha's mouth
Bracing the wall, my juices trickling over his faint beard, while I fingered my creamy south
Placing some of my essence over my tits
Leaning downward, my swinging breasts, gracing his lips
Mm.. oh yes.. yes.. the brotha has it going on, lifting his erection, sliding down his arousal, girl he was swimming in my lover’s nest
Gyrating and circling my yoni, just a tad, he knew I wanted to climax real bad
Much as I wanted to inch up and down letting him upward thrust
My downward shifting, then stopping, feeling him pulsates, I know he was about to bust his nutt
Girl, I am jealous
I have to admit once in my sheets, we straight nasty bliss
He lifted me, laying me back, opening my legs, his mouth to my pussy begin to sup my essence up
Back arched, my body was twisting
Trying to evade the feeling the way his oral fixation was drifting
Mm… my head dented the soft pillow... begging him.. don’t stop, stop... just let me move
Seesawing my pelvis to his mouth... sensitive from the sweetest onslaught, his tongue never lost the groove
Oh... what a feeling he brings me, from his voice to the invitation to join him in our sexual foray
Needed, wanting him and, the way we seductively play
What did you say once again his name is?
Naajir, why
Girl, you better keep that brotha on lock and key, not too many like him fall from the sky
And Kitty that’s no lie
I will tell the rest during our meal
For this Creole sista, he is the real deal
Muscular body, hard in all the right places
Big and long enough to fit in all my tight spaces
This poem was in appreciation to a poetic wager Naajir and I made who would win the Monday night Wildcard game, between the Dallas Cowboys and the Tamp Bay Buccaneers
As you see, I lost.. enjoy, my King
Dallas Cowboys 31
Tampa Bay Buccaneers 14
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
Once upon a long ago time
Until the Gods I’ve loved
Who their tongues taste of my skin
Like fine wine
Unto the earth, until the stars
You all were my Man from Mars
Apollo
Unto you I bow until your throne
You, were the one who kissed me behind my neck
As our love died on
Zeus, such a handsome man to be a God and a Muse
Dionysius, the man I’ve loved
Like a million roars
He was the one
Who made my honey drip out of my pores
Unto Ares oh, such a love, so divine
He is the voice I’ve heard through the portals of time
Unto this Goddess, you’ve loved me
Since the ancient of the earth
Each night your caresses feel like love’s rebirth
Unto the Gods
My voice, so tender in its coax
The tease, as I love you until the end of remote
SweetKittyCat5
Forum Posts: 1992
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 1992
Love and Soft Hugs, always
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