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.
You are the sweetest ingredient...
Hair smells like cinnamon,
skin is as soft as butter.
arching my back, adding curves
Intoxicating mixtures.
Forest honey is on the lips,
And flour, like tenderness,
All plays in the hands,
Turns into dough.
I bake something special,
out of my love and feelings.
I sprinkle beauty...
that I kept for you.
The aroma is incomparable,
I will mix smiles in it.
This dish has a special taste,
I add soul...
All the warmth and care,
an amber ray of sunshine.
Mixing in key lime zest...
I am so tart. ...
skin is as soft as butter.
arching my back, adding curves
Intoxicating mixtures.
Forest honey is on the lips,
And flour, like tenderness,
All plays in the hands,
Turns into dough.
I bake something special,
out of my love and feelings.
I sprinkle beauty...
that I kept for you.
The aroma is incomparable,
I will mix smiles in it.
This dish has a special taste,
I add soul...
All the warmth and care,
an amber ray of sunshine.
Mixing in key lime zest...
I am so tart. ...
#food
#love
#men
#passion
#sexy
89 reads
25 Comments
Architecture of suffering
The darkness is thickening...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
And the darkness craves bodies...
The world is filled with fragments of desires.
In the incomprehensibility of sinful thoughts
There is a limit assigned to purity...
The point of no return happens early...
Canvases of bodies...
With strokes of words - subjects of secrets,
Drowning in the pulsation of hidden moments
And the foreignness of a crumpled dream...
Dreams are cut... nightmares
To the touch...
#dark
#secrets
#suffering
#emptiness
#BDSM
204 reads
37 Comments
Teacher's pet
In the depths of night
"At a friend's house"
When shadows dance
Between the sheets
Our secret romance
A student's needs
So pure and true
Within these walls
Teacher's infatuation
Our passion grew
My body yearning
And heart entranced
Our desires...
A forbidden chance
Together we'll defy
My passion filled...
A flame that burns
Our secret kept
And bodies aligned
Through the year
Eyes that glow,
with lust and fire
Teacher, student,
Learning to submit
Forever inspired
"At a friend's house"
When shadows dance
Between the sheets
Our secret romance
A student's needs
So pure and true
Within these walls
Teacher's infatuation
Our passion grew
My body yearning
And heart entranced
Our desires...
A forbidden chance
Together we'll defy
My passion filled...
A flame that burns
Our secret kept
And bodies aligned
Through the year
Eyes that glow,
with lust and fire
Teacher, student,
Learning to submit
Forever inspired
#lust
#confessional
#learning
#crush
#temptation
176 reads
30 Comments
... Like I don't know you...
I just want to be handled roughly!
After all, I am a pleaser at heart...
Fuck me like I don't know you.
Forget your feelings, toss them away!
And awaken vice! Dark fantasies...
Your forbidden thoughts about me.
Become lustfully rude! Angry.
The heart is "off" for many hours.
There is no antidote but this...
Fuck me like you don't love me yet!
Whip my body, to drink my essence,
Squeeze, tear, spank, and bite.
Crying, screams, to streams – mascara!
Make me beg for it, to stop, to continue...
Fuck me like you hate...
After all, I am a pleaser at heart...
Fuck me like I don't know you.
Forget your feelings, toss them away!
And awaken vice! Dark fantasies...
Your forbidden thoughts about me.
Become lustfully rude! Angry.
The heart is "off" for many hours.
There is no antidote but this...
Fuck me like you don't love me yet!
Whip my body, to drink my essence,
Squeeze, tear, spank, and bite.
Crying, screams, to streams – mascara!
Make me beg for it, to stop, to continue...
Fuck me like you hate...
#anger
#hate
#sex
#BDSM
#orgasm
435 reads
54 Comments
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
294 reads
55 Comments
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
565 reads
40 Comments
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
522 reads
38 Comments
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
479 reads
36 Comments
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
473 reads
43 Comments
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
439 reads
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
517 reads
47 Comments
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
558 reads
35 Comments
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