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Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]

Kinkpoet
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i like this concept of blending
putting things together that normally aren't
pushing 'frappe' for awhile
then savoring the smoothie

SweetKittyCat5
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i like this concept of blending
Oh yes tiger ... when all those mental endorphins are charging, passion sending
putting things together that normally aren't
Then pushing it in deeper… feeling my creamy current
pushing 'frappe' for awhile
You thrusting harder.. oh baby harder..and coveting kisses making this poetess smile
then savoring the smoothie
Both of us getting up, getting dressed, making each other’s afternoon groovy

Meow

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SweetKittyCat5 said:i like this concept of blending
Oh yes tiger ... when all those mental endorphins are charging, passion sending
putting things together that normally aren't
Then pushing it in deeper… feeling my creamy current
pushing 'frappe' for awhile
You thrusting harder.. oh baby harder..and coveting kisses making this poetess smile
then savoring the smoothie
Both of us getting up, getting dressed, making each other’s afternoon groovy

Meow


Feelin' groovy.
Grrrr...

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Kinkpoet said:

Feelin' groovy.
Grrrr...


Enjoy your evening and thank you for allowing me to softy blend our poetic jucies for an afternoon delight.. have a super duper Tuesday my poet

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Crave

When I tell you I ache for you, it is literal.
It is not just a word or a phrase.
My heart pounds harder when I think of you.
I can feel you coursing through my veins.
My blood is hotter.
My breaths are shorter.
My soul cannot fly the way it does without you.
My desire runs rampant with thoughts of fucking you.
My lust for you is as overwhelming as my need to breathe just so I can live.
My hands shake as much as your quivering thighs when I lick your pussy or fuck you deep and long until my seed flows through your womb.
I must imbed myself into you in ways we have never even dreamed imaginable.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder.
While that may be true, I say, each moment that keeps me distant from you, takes a heartbeat away from my life.
Written by Ragnar
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When I tell you I ache for you, it is literal
So you want a deep wet feel
It is not just a word or a phrase
I would think not, drop you boxers and let me stroke you till your dick raise
My heart pounds harder when I think of you
Mmm... oh you do
I can feel you coursing through my veins
Shall I open up my thighs wider, you watch me tease myself, giving you the taste of my sweeten rain
My blood is hotter
Your tongue deep inside me moving like a teeter-totter
My breaths are shorter
Yes…pleasing me like an oral employer
My soul cannot fly the way it does without you
Kiss me my love…you feel good dipping into my butte rum dew
My desires runs rampant with thoughts of fucking you
Oh... yes…back arched, go ahead and lick all up in the addictive sugary food
My lust for you is as overwhelming as my need to breathe just so I can live.
Our intimacy we take and we give
My hands shake as much as your quivering thighs when I lick your pussy or fuck you deep and long until my seed flows through your womb.
Ooo… you so nasty, but my kind of Boo, when your erection hunts for my pussy, and then looms
I must imbed myself into you in ways we have never even dreamed imaginable
Bring the honey my love... trust me, it won’t be casual
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
Then I expect you to have me on my back, on my stomach, long dick strokes deeper and asunder  
While that may be true, I say, each moment that keeps me distant from you, takes a heartbeat away from my life.
I’ll keep you coming back…to keep your mind off this Covid-19 world strife

Meow…

That was so fun, Ragnar and thank you in advance for the blendology

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Dream Weaver

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Dream Weaver

Cum unto my monarch and please this Queen  
Take my body to the throne of passion, beyond the state of serene  
I bow at your feet my handsome King  
As I crown your head as I make your body sing  

Soft and willing as I am  
Knights shall fall under my seductive salacious command  
But the handsome King and I  
Entwined by passion, conjoined in lust by and by  

Reign to love ordained by the skies  
Hail to the King unto me he kneels, our ties we bind  
His virality drives me wild  
My eyes in search of another to find  
Never a twin of his yearns, his animalistic appetites by design  

Fusing our temples in the throne of infinity we befall  
He savors the sweeten flavor of my Chi upon my beckoning call  
Giving me his all  

Clasped wrists bound behind my back  
On my knees, gripping the intensity of hair, masculinity taken aback  
Dick darting behind a darken concealed groove  
Domination of my mouth kisses to my lips, so smooth  
Horse tail whip to tease as one must say  
Stimulating distraction to conceal at play  

Prowling against the winds, howling for her midnight touch  
Her lips pleases me when she covets the harden tip of my aroused thrust  
Heat seeking her, interlocked when plummeting into her pinkish lush  
Coasting within, in and out with a weakening insatiable rush  

His voice beckons me throughout the realm of time  
The heat of his breath, whispers to my ear, echoing as Heaven’s chimes    
I feel the presence of his touch, intoxicating like sipping smooth wine  
Sinking in the alluring drawing of my seductive scent  
The rapture in his arm I relishes unrelent  
He leaves my mind, my soul totally spent  

Setting up for an ejecting upstage  
Testosterone hungry upon a silken enclosed engage  
White flag surrendered scorching the mind  
Knees planted to earth draining his Northern pointed gravity of time  

Granted wishes  
The taste beyond her soft folds, so warm, wet, and delicious  
In the throne of her dreams, she is the soul your heart deeply misses  
Mesmerized and enthralled by the taste of her enchanting kisses  

Lay me down, extended hands above my head  
Rose petals crushed upon a silk covered bed  
Rubbing within the Genie’s lamp for a blissful ride between my thighs  
In and out of my dreams, his promises to worships me takes me high  
Falling into the bliss of his pleasurable nighttime sweeten surprise  

A rose in the Garden of Eve her nectar none can compare  
An earthly Angel who dreams I invade becomes mine on an  
astral hope and a prayer  
Within my dreams his caresses upon my body he softly feeds  
The supple of my skin his mouth tenderly tease  
Sliding between the arc of my divinity as I asunder, he leads  
He topples upon me for his engaging ease  
Wallowing in the juicy depth of my good deeds  

Flames turned up leads to a combustible moisten implosion  
Intimate anchoring diversion  
A hard weapon firing into my honeyed ocean upon submersion  
I am her Dream Weaver  
She is my hope, in the dusk of dawn, my faith believer  
My celestial mental healer  
Submitting unto me her silken ecstasy, once deep inside, so tender  

Are you out there my Queen  
The soul who my dreams are gently weaved  
From realty to make believe  
Make my wishes come true tonight  
As the craving found in each whisper takes flight  
The dreams of life  
Is  
An universal gift of love  
Mm.. what a dream...that was  
Where is a good sleep when the body needs one  
Come to me sweet dreams for my slumber to be won  
To become entangled and then undone  
Before the rising of the sun  

Another K Production

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The Darker The Berry...

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The Darker The Berry...
Mm... the darker the berry my love the sweeter the juice
Opening my legs wider as the honey trickles
To your lips let loose
Your strong hands roaming
Slowly, seductively in the plain of me
Fingers flooding you taste
To the hunt of the tease
Lay me down my love
Let the golden taste of the honey pour
Sss… yes, get down on your knees
Mm.. as you taste my sticky icky, as you please
Oh yes…sss… oh baby yes, right there
Glisten the tips of my pussy hairs
Cupping your neck
Ss... oh yes, pulling you closer
Your tongue delving inside my wet
Ss... oh baby tease me... oh…please me
As you open my legs wide
Mm.. my bent legs draped over your arms
As your dick eases inside
Pounding me and pounding me over and over again
Oh, my love, sss… we are the beginning of earth’s wicked sin
Inching your arousal back… no..no..no..no..no..no
Oh, baby sss.. that feels real good
Yes, just like you should
Don’t…move
Just let me feel the gloating of me as I move
Oh, baby as they say
The sweeter the berry
Oh.. the thicker the juice

I Do Love Your Response My Love

The Darker The Berry...
By Kitty Cat 5
Edited for male point view by Eightmore

Mm... the darker the berry the sweeter the juice
Your legs open wider, your honey lets loose
My lips drink your nectar, my fingers intrude
Slowly, seductively, in the chasm I've viewed
My fingers are feeling the prey of the tease
The taste of your honey between your bent knees
Tasting your sticky- icky, as much as I dare
The golden dew glistens on your pussy hair
You're cupping my neck, pulling me in, my pet
My tongue's delving deeper inside of your wet
Move to suck on your nipples, spread your muscled legs wide
I'm not teasing you, baby, as my cock goes inside
With your legs on my arms, pound you again and again
We are at the beginning of earth’s wicked sin
I inch my arousal back out to the hood
no..no.. you are screaming, back in, it feels good!!
My balls smack your taint, dick's deep in your grove
I can tell that you're gloating, as you tighten and move
Your body is trembling, your squirting pussy lets loose
They say the darker the berry, the thicker the juice

I could not resist making this effort. Hope you don't mind.

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TOE FETISH

You never know what is
going to happen when,
and if, you show up for life.
Especially when you meet
a beautiful lady in an upscale bar.
It started with a casual conversation.
When she discovered I was a free-lance
journalist the conversation turned,
after a while, to sexual interest.
Her bulging breasts were about to leap
out of her tight fashionable dress,
from time to time as puns and
funny stories were shared she
reached over and jokingly touch
my manhood that wasn't UP yet,
Accepting an invitation to go to
her room I was starting to
imagine all the possible UPS
and downs with the eloquent
and beautiful lady.
After small talk, deep kissing,
and agreement, she exited
and returned in what was
supposed to be a gown...I
had folded my clothing on
a chair... I was in my birth suit.
She took my hand and walked
to the bedroom. She sat on
the edge of the bed and
asked me if I was into foot fetishes,
while she was now lying in bed...
her directions were clear...start
massaging her toes, feet, arches
and each toe..licking the soles...
I stood up and said, "NO."
Looking back was I stupid or
too closed-minded? I still wonder.
What would YOU have done?
I now know what I would have done?
 WHAT?
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Mm... A Man After My Own Heart And With A Toe Fetish

Mm.. I do not know what I was thinking
Maybe it was your handsomeness, your beguiling smile coupled with the drinking
When you told me your name
As you leaned over and kissed me, you said you’ve never met such a sultry dame
Was it my French dialect I whispered in your ear when I want to allure
You were such a gentleman who exudated charm I came to adore
I wanted you too simply please me
Once we got back to my Presidential Suite
And your hands on me started to roam as they slowly teased
My glass of honey sat idle, warmed to room temperature degrees
Mm.. you took off my shoes
You were pointed North how could I ever lose
I needed you to indulge in my carnal fetish as your tongue to my skin tenderly did greet
Sss… oh yes, as you removed my shoes from off my feet
Kissing the tip of each toe… here comes the honey pour
My head bent back in ecstasy, your tongue licking between my toes as I’m pouring more
Oh.. wait.. was I supposed to tell what happened after the poem was wrote
How I seduced you as my hands all over you, coaxed
To each pedicured toe you sensuously did dote
On sweet mercy… not meaning to brag or boast
But my Oral one
Had me creaming while my toes his tongue pampered for him to overcome

If someone has a foot fetish, I’d have an in.
Torrie Wilson

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I am at a loss for words the way you blended the two poems. Just another example of your creative talent. Thanks. Hugs and peace, oral

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TheOralizer said:I am at a loss for words the way you blended the two poems. Just another example of your creative talent. Thanks. Hugs and peace, oral

Ahh... you know much love given is alway much respect due and you are humbly welcome my Oral one, enjoy

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The Wrong Number

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania    
3:00AM
       
        
Ring ring        
My eyes glance over at my alarm clock        
This better be a man or whoever else’s ears will be on a chopping block        
And sleep is refusing to come by a long shot        
I lifted my BlackBerry, speak to me, yawns sure to follow        
I want to hold the back of your neck to my dick and groan out as you swallow        
       
Pardon me, this is Sweet Ey…        
Yes, the woman I met in the bar who softly tongued me, without any questions or whys        
       
No, handsome one, I think you have the wrong…        
Wait, you told me if I needed to talk, and I won’t keep you that long        
Listen, I do not…        
Baby your soft voice is giving me a fucking hard cock        
I do not know who you are…        
Can I come over sexy I do not live that far        
This call…        
A simple yes, I’ve got the wine, honey, blindfold and all        
       
Wait, but this is…        
The beautiful woman who I want to lick her clit        
And will allow my tongue to snake inside and taste her sweet wet slit        
       
My name…        
Once I’m inside I’ll make you go insane,        
Feeling the intense of your pussy pulsating, pleasing is my game        
Hum, but…        
Beautiful, I won’t disappoint you, and I have a backup of nutt        
Umm, you don’t say…        
So, can I cum over and play        
Do…        
Come on baby let’s see this thing through, just me and you        
       
I looked over at my spare pillow        
Body is so willing, heart, and soul in tow        
       
Umm, I sure would like to feel how his dick flows        
I need…        
Everything I have will bring you to your knees        
I live at the Golden Gates…        
You wrote it in my palm after you allowed me a quick taste        
I will see…        
In a minute, have on something red, and looking fancy free        
I plan on making love throughout the night, to the powers that be        
The reception went dead        
Lucky for him I do have on the color red        
       
Serves him right for not letting me get a word in edgewise        
It would had been nice, had he surrendered my pussy climatic outcries        
       
While he’s glazing down into my passionate soft smoky eyes        
That would had been a wrong number blessing in disguise        
Sadly, I am not his intended one for a body to softly browse        
And for me to orally arouse        
I looked down at my see-through red camisole        
       
It would had been nice for someone ramming his dick in me while my back is pressed against the wall        
Mm…that rogue voice with a Texan southern drawl        
Bucking we with his hard cock twisting inside me with his hard curve ball        
Umm first cum, first call, for the good of it all        
       
Always please a queen on your knees        
A King always rules with his oral and dick giving expertise        
Stealing my breath bit by bit        
Teasing it, pleasing it, licking it, sticking it        
       
My intercom buzzed        
This late, I’m only still up because        
I pressed my intercom, can I help you        
Ah, yes, how do you do        
Texas southern drawl, really? Is this for real        
My very own hard package delivery deal        
I’m lost, I was looking for someone        
This stallion does not know, if I let him enter he has already won        
       
I’m sorry, yes        
I’m looking for someone I’ve just met        
She was this gorgeous woman, and she gave me this address        
The Texas southern drawl is a weakening factor no less        
Hands feeling all over my body, his tongue licking over my neck, his gentle encroaching caress        
Wrong number, now the wrong address, for a voice I’ve never met, but yet        
Serves him right for ringing my door        
Maybe I should be bold and just even the score        
       
Are you still there        
I never was a woman to play fair        
I’m not this woman you thoroughly seek        
Spirit to deny is winning, but the flesh is still weak        
My apologies to you is all that was said        
Wrong number, wrong address, and once again, an empty bed        
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Mm… Thank you CasketSharp, I Came Upon This Little Gem Today

Naw baby this ain't a wrong number
Especially when Im putting on the rubber
After your pussy been tongue feed
Im leading you to your bed
Between moans and groans
You will sit erotically comfortable on my throne
As we fuck all through your home
You will make plans to buy a thank you card for your phone

Mm.. Blending With You Baby

Naw baby this ain’t a wrong number  
Mmm…is that why you awoke me from dreaming about you in slumber  
Especially when Im putting on the rubber  
You are such a handsome man for my wrong number  
After your pussy been tongue feed  
Kissing me all over, my wet butter rum providing the lust of your need  
Maximum encased sheath sheltering the essence of your pearly seed  
Im leading you to your bed  
My camisole off, laying me on silk covering, my legs you impatiently spread  
Between moans and groans  
Soft whimpers heard of our bedroom illicit songs  
You will sit erotically comfortable on my throne  
Pussy flapping up and down the girth until your kingdom cums  
As we fuck all through your home  
One room after another, stealing my breath, where passion and lust roams  
You will make plans to buy a thank you card for your phone  
Mm, it did provide you fucking and licking me all night long  

Ring Ring
This better be a man or whoever else’s ears will be on a chopping block...wink😊

You should make a part 2 to this. Maybe the restaurant?

I will think about that, thanks for the recommendation as well. Enjoy your evening love

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Have A Pleasant Day

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“You shall not make yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or serve them, for I the Lord your God are only worthy of worship, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and the fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing steadfast love to thousands of those who love me and keep my commandments."

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FAITH

 an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
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This is Sacred Ground Please Take Off Thy Shoes

an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
To give praise when our eyes are closed to God’s spiritual dreams
the gift of imagining what is possible
If you believe Jesus died on the cross for our sins then nothing for you is unstoppable
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
The tribulations you face shall become more solvable  
the cornerstone of the human spirit
Without faith there is no emotions to humanity in credence or merit
and the eternal flame of our souls
A Heavenly promise to those who God shows favor who have earthly consoled

This is beautiful to mentally behold my poet, I could not refuse my poetic musing to blend with yours.. have a great day as well

Thank you Kementic1 (Hussein Ali Hill) for allowing my spiritual words to softly blend with your sacred musing

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A Taste Of Simplicity

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Mmm.. What A Perfect Enticement From A Poetic Chef Who Not Only Cooks But Smokes Under Silk Covers

Gyco (Mr. Write)

Exquisite Chat Mignon...soft and sensual. Teeming with want and desire and surrender. 💋

Naked knees
hips sway
sweet fragrance
of thirsty lips

Roaming hands
willing flesh
slick slide
of fingertips...

Mm.. Yes, Taste That Creamy Butter Rum Dessert My Poet  


SweetKittyCat5

Naked knees
Oh yes.. mmm … the best way to be pleased
hips sway
I love when you drool my essence when we're privately at play
sweet fragrance
You keep me so needy.. right there papi... back arched, I love when you have me panting, keeping my surrender in suspense
of thirsty lips
Sss... your head palmed, thighs enclosing to your face, pampering my clit

Roaming hands
Yes...oh yes, you.. are the man
willing flesh
My butter rum beginning to trickling at a pleasurable crest
slick slide
Your tongue venturing deeper inside
of fingertips...
Oh God, each tongue flick to my slit, my creamy abyss coating your lips😘

Now That Is What This Sweet Kitty Cat Calls a Creamy Creole Dessert

Gyco (Mr. Write)

Sweet fragrance warmed by you thighs...
French kiss your sweet pink bliss...
your pulse in my mouth and your soul on my tongue
flicking gently and tasting your honey

Mmmm...grab my head and hold it
guide me as I dine on your petals and pistil
butter rum taste as you start to cum...
Finger deep into your small wet world
finish you off with a final tongue swirl...

Put that dessert on my menu. 😘

Thank you my Tomcat for allowing me this enticing moment in time.

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