Submissions by KristinaX
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If I seem crazy sometimes, reached my limit of pretending to be normal. Sometimes I don't have a filter so that is my disclaimer if I say something strange or too much. But if we can't have a little fun what's the point? I am not a poet but I try anyway.
I'll dedicate it to you...
I'm cumming on a piece of paper
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
With a blue-eyed bouquet of words
I'm cumming! And in this orgasm...
I break off my shackles
For all those who didn't get it
Who didn't dare to perceive themselves
I not once, but twice, and...
To boldly give myself
I just want this continuous orgasm
Exhausted, wet, sticky
And all smeared with ecstasy
Poured out on the sheet
And I can't restrain myself
Nymphomaniac craving for poetry
Grabbing the ink from the shelf again,
I... I'll dedicate it to you!
#WritingPoetry
#orgasm
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Break me...
Your rough cruelty!
The pain pierces like a lance,
it is heard with ringing,
hoarse sounds of passionate kisses,
the shadow of struggle
and a submissive break,
the mark of claws with crimson scars
With greed you lick drops of blood,
the sounds of torn thin coverings -
suddenly end with measured moans,
the tempo of increasing body movements -
in the rhythm of hearts with sultry desire...
The rustle of the whisper of the lips
distorted on the impaled ...
but not executed...
the executioner's groan...
In...
The pain pierces like a lance,
it is heard with ringing,
hoarse sounds of passionate kisses,
the shadow of struggle
and a submissive break,
the mark of claws with crimson scars
With greed you lick drops of blood,
the sounds of torn thin coverings -
suddenly end with measured moans,
the tempo of increasing body movements -
in the rhythm of hearts with sultry desire...
The rustle of the whisper of the lips
distorted on the impaled ...
but not executed...
the executioner's groan...
In...
#lust
#BDSM
#suffering #passion
#suffering #passion
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Her Ass: It's the Season of Giving
You said I want you...
Now that's the ass!
A poet's dream!
Captivated by the line
Take off my jeans
The world should see
Men's hands will offend
Beauty of a woman's ass
Delve into the mysteries!
Kissing the thighs...
The panties, openwork
Fall seductively calling
Nature's wondrous creation
Opened before you...
I'm writing a poem
On the hemispheres of dreams
You want me more!
And I agree strongly
A woman's ass is dangerous
But what joy there is in it!
Now that's the ass!
A poet's dream!
Captivated by the line
Take off my jeans
The world should see
Men's hands will offend
Beauty of a woman's ass
Delve into the mysteries!
Kissing the thighs...
The panties, openwork
Fall seductively calling
Nature's wondrous creation
Opened before you...
I'm writing a poem
On the hemispheres of dreams
You want me more!
And I agree strongly
A woman's ass is dangerous
But what joy there is in it!
#lust
#women
#temptation
#passion
#seductive
415 reads
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Erotic Poems; I can be your bad girl ;)
What could be more incredible
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
#lust
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#orgasm
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Take it all off... for me.
There is a catwalk in the club.
There is a pole.
And they come here at night
To see the waves of sex,
To enjoy the naked flesh.
A stripper at a pole
Curls, caresses a snake.
As if he were a pole - a male,
Naked in front of him, a female
Dragging him away
From people's vicious glances,
Wriggling to the rhythm,
With her body saying: "I need it!
I want you! Want to!
Well, take me quickly...
Licking the pole with my tongue,
Hips took the rhythm faster...
The eyes of the men...
There is a pole.
And they come here at night
To see the waves of sex,
To enjoy the naked flesh.
A stripper at a pole
Curls, caresses a snake.
As if he were a pole - a male,
Naked in front of him, a female
Dragging him away
From people's vicious glances,
Wriggling to the rhythm,
With her body saying: "I need it!
I want you! Want to!
Well, take me quickly...
Licking the pole with my tongue,
Hips took the rhythm faster...
The eyes of the men...
#lust
#power
#dirty
#sensual
#passion
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Ice Scraper....
The little things of life,
are the Mosaic of Eternity.
Crookedly laid, obliquely marked.
Random puzzles are roughly fitted.
Eternal truths look like dogmas.
It will endure and sweeten, or else.
There is a time for every moment.
Everything that is not given will become desires.
Puzzles will be put together with gravestones.
The little things of life hold the pieces together.
Someone with a rose, someone with a club.
Crookedness is straightened, truth is crooked,
and in Eternity they will draw closer -
to each other by signs of...
are the Mosaic of Eternity.
Crookedly laid, obliquely marked.
Random puzzles are roughly fitted.
Eternal truths look like dogmas.
It will endure and sweeten, or else.
There is a time for every moment.
Everything that is not given will become desires.
Puzzles will be put together with gravestones.
The little things of life hold the pieces together.
Someone with a rose, someone with a club.
Crookedness is straightened, truth is crooked,
and in Eternity they will draw closer -
to each other by signs of...
#relationships
#conflict
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
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36 Comments
Forbidden...
Put me in front of a fact today!
Come like thunder, like lightning, without asking.
Don't be like everyone else, but be my intermission!
Both before and after, without asking a question.
Don't ask me what I like about pleasures,
And do EVERYTHING, not saying a word, not saying.
And this is certainly the key to success,
Spontaneity generates a storm of lava.
You don't need these "Can I?" or "Do you want?"!
With me, go ahead be direct and specific.
Without parentheses, commas and ellipses,
I love everything...
Come like thunder, like lightning, without asking.
Don't be like everyone else, but be my intermission!
Both before and after, without asking a question.
Don't ask me what I like about pleasures,
And do EVERYTHING, not saying a word, not saying.
And this is certainly the key to success,
Spontaneity generates a storm of lava.
You don't need these "Can I?" or "Do you want?"!
With me, go ahead be direct and specific.
Without parentheses, commas and ellipses,
I love everything...
#lust
#sex
#WritingPoetry #orgasm
#WritingPoetry #orgasm
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Craving a painful eternity...
The molten sun will spill into the horizon,
And spread with cloying-honey wax.
After a long separation,
I will come again to His cold captivity,
to put on the loops of fetters.
In the eyes of the dialogue, running into infinity,
In the silence there is only a cry of desires and dreams.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time,
this painful eternity, Lost in each other,
as if in a prison.
And time was lost, falling off the cliff,
Only the pulse of a clear knock of the clock crushes.
We will get a chapter from the...
And spread with cloying-honey wax.
After a long separation,
I will come again to His cold captivity,
to put on the loops of fetters.
In the eyes of the dialogue, running into infinity,
In the silence there is only a cry of desires and dreams.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time,
this painful eternity, Lost in each other,
as if in a prison.
And time was lost, falling off the cliff,
Only the pulse of a clear knock of the clock crushes.
We will get a chapter from the...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#vampires
#suffering
513 reads
33 Comments
Touch me...
Touch me....
To reach through the skin, body, soul, to my heart.....
To a small point in the middle of the hollow abyss,
To the darkness in the middle of my BEING......
Weave me a shawl made of a web of dreams
And the sun dust of it scattered stuck there like glitter.
Press your cheek against the glare on the crest of the wave
that swept up to the fading horizon.
Give me plenty of wetness from your palms.
Scoop me a handful of stars from your erection.
Burn me with the ashes of forgotten roads. ...
To reach through the skin, body, soul, to my heart.....
To a small point in the middle of the hollow abyss,
To the darkness in the middle of my BEING......
Weave me a shawl made of a web of dreams
And the sun dust of it scattered stuck there like glitter.
Press your cheek against the glare on the crest of the wave
that swept up to the fading horizon.
Give me plenty of wetness from your palms.
Scoop me a handful of stars from your erection.
Burn me with the ashes of forgotten roads. ...
#lust
#universe
#lover
#passion
#orgasm
809 reads
46 Comments
Strip searched... again.
I want to hear your demands
Your slightly censored phrases.
They turn me on like that,
And there is sweet ecstasy in them.
Tell me everything that you want!
And I will make my wishes come true.
Making you happy is my one desire,
I'll drag you into me.
And all the words and wishes
You read me my rights so harshly.
They sound like a punishment,
one that I need so badly.
Your tongue so sharp, brazenly,
it killed me with a kiss.
You know how bad I am always,
And so you arrested me.
Handcuffed...
Your slightly censored phrases.
They turn me on like that,
And there is sweet ecstasy in them.
Tell me everything that you want!
And I will make my wishes come true.
Making you happy is my one desire,
I'll drag you into me.
And all the words and wishes
You read me my rights so harshly.
They sound like a punishment,
one that I need so badly.
Your tongue so sharp, brazenly,
it killed me with a kiss.
You know how bad I am always,
And so you arrested me.
Handcuffed...
#lust
#sex
#passion
496 reads
32 Comments
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
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45 Comments
Marquis de Sade
Kneeling in the shackles and chains
Seductively begging the master "kill!"
Blood-splattered, unwashed floor
A loaded barrel put to the heart
Clothes made of skin, eyes made of glass
Soul made of ice - because I died
But still You won't let me die
And again the bloodthirsty whip whistles
And again the sunset pours blood
so we gathered for a masquerade
Every look, wounds with a dagger blade
And poison flows down painted lips
Welcome to my hell, my punishment
Here everyone will be glad for pain ...
Seductively begging the master "kill!"
Blood-splattered, unwashed floor
A loaded barrel put to the heart
Clothes made of skin, eyes made of glass
Soul made of ice - because I died
But still You won't let me die
And again the bloodthirsty whip whistles
And again the sunset pours blood
so we gathered for a masquerade
Every look, wounds with a dagger blade
And poison flows down painted lips
Welcome to my hell, my punishment
Here everyone will be glad for pain ...
#lust
#BDSM
#suffering
#passion
#SelfWorth
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45 Comments
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