Submissions by eroticlion (thedistantone)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
f**k Fantasies Pt. 1
Fuck me then fascinate me with cool stories.
Let us laugh and giggle as we wiggle limbs around
each other. We'll feel each other's flesh and be warm,
flustered, and ready to slip away.
Between each breath we'll see each other and smile
in wonder at the world we've created, and laugh and be ashamed
at how the world could never know.
And how could they? They could never be who we are,
or fuck the way we do.
Let us laugh and giggle as we wiggle limbs around
each other. We'll feel each other's flesh and be warm,
flustered, and ready to slip away.
Between each breath we'll see each other and smile
in wonder at the world we've created, and laugh and be ashamed
at how the world could never know.
And how could they? They could never be who we are,
or fuck the way we do.
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In the Tent
We will be awkwardly in sync. We'll paint the walls in bright colors.
We'll play songs that tell me where you come from. You'll hear poems
from books that show you who I am. Our bodies will glide in a rhythm long awaited.
Then, we'll fuck until the rings of the tent start to sweat.
We'll play songs that tell me where you come from. You'll hear poems
from books that show you who I am. Our bodies will glide in a rhythm long awaited.
Then, we'll fuck until the rings of the tent start to sweat.
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for the night.
Drips.
I felt drips
of brown sweat slipping
from breasts tender and toyed with, drips no longer able hold on to such perspired, slippery perfection - falling, quenching my hot, thirsty body.
Lips.
I felt lips
wrapped around me, sucking me to blissful oblivion, your throat an anaconda, swallowing me whole, squeezing the life seeds out of me, a succulent feast.
Slips.
She felt slips
of serpent tongue finding where her sweetest fruits were, her ass a treasure chest of joy to a horny boy's taste buds - the hollering a sexy...
I felt drips
of brown sweat slipping
from breasts tender and toyed with, drips no longer able hold on to such perspired, slippery perfection - falling, quenching my hot, thirsty body.
Lips.
I felt lips
wrapped around me, sucking me to blissful oblivion, your throat an anaconda, swallowing me whole, squeezing the life seeds out of me, a succulent feast.
Slips.
She felt slips
of serpent tongue finding where her sweetest fruits were, her ass a treasure chest of joy to a horny boy's taste buds - the hollering a sexy...
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Sex/Poetry
Slip away
with me
and bring a pen.
Find us a space
between the seams,
to live out our lyrics.
Meet me at a place beneath the moon;
let us masturbate new metaphors,
my lines breaking
in your stanzas,
my exclamations painted on
your inner pages.
Our sex as ageless
as our poetry; don't poet me,
fuck me til the poem is finished.
with me
and bring a pen.
Find us a space
between the seams,
to live out our lyrics.
Meet me at a place beneath the moon;
let us masturbate new metaphors,
my lines breaking
in your stanzas,
my exclamations painted on
your inner pages.
Our sex as ageless
as our poetry; don't poet me,
fuck me til the poem is finished.
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4am Cravings
4am.
The late moon shined
into the room, complimenting
her deep, dark curves
as she lay naked, face-down
in a serene slumber.
I wondered if she could feel
me caressing her honey-brown hind parts.
She motioned and moaned gently,
content with what she assumed to be wet dream.
And then she screamed...
"aaaahhh!!!!!!! Woah wa...wait a minute!? Baby I.."
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAA!!"
Now awake but unaware
of what was happening -
she was dazed in euphoria and too much in shock
to pinpoint this...
The late moon shined
into the room, complimenting
her deep, dark curves
as she lay naked, face-down
in a serene slumber.
I wondered if she could feel
me caressing her honey-brown hind parts.
She motioned and moaned gently,
content with what she assumed to be wet dream.
And then she screamed...
"aaaahhh!!!!!!! Woah wa...wait a minute!? Baby I.."
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAA!!"
Now awake but unaware
of what was happening -
she was dazed in euphoria and too much in shock
to pinpoint this...
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Fair Exchange (a Haiku)
"Bust it in me Babe."
"If you suck off after"
"Thats what I like". "Deal"
"If you suck off after"
"Thats what I like". "Deal"
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Ready
She's grown hooked to me
having my way with her
without ever giving her
a moment's notice.
She moves throughout the day
secretly awaiting her ravaging,
keeping it warm and ready
for the moment I part her pillars
and dive deeply into her realm.
on early mornings while I sleep
she wakes and wraps herself
around me tightly, enjoying
the peace yet very aware of
where she's pressed against
me-rubbing against my wood,
arousing herself while waking me
to her wet readiness.
When home alone she wears ...
having my way with her
without ever giving her
a moment's notice.
She moves throughout the day
secretly awaiting her ravaging,
keeping it warm and ready
for the moment I part her pillars
and dive deeply into her realm.
on early mornings while I sleep
she wakes and wraps herself
around me tightly, enjoying
the peace yet very aware of
where she's pressed against
me-rubbing against my wood,
arousing herself while waking me
to her wet readiness.
When home alone she wears ...
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Soaked (a haiku)
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Taste
She gripped the bed post tightly,
her inner thighs pressed hard
against my ears yet I could hear
her moaning to the moon as
she fiercely fed me her glory.
Looking up at her breasts bounce
on the angle she slid off and on
my tongue aroused a swelling
in me I could not help but to stroke -
a sensational multitask.
We purred and perspired as the fires
in our pits began to blaze at higher heats –
her erratic riding, my manic pumping.
She began quaking, then a roaring outcry
as she erupted – her juices flowing from
her warm...
her inner thighs pressed hard
against my ears yet I could hear
her moaning to the moon as
she fiercely fed me her glory.
Looking up at her breasts bounce
on the angle she slid off and on
my tongue aroused a swelling
in me I could not help but to stroke -
a sensational multitask.
We purred and perspired as the fires
in our pits began to blaze at higher heats –
her erratic riding, my manic pumping.
She began quaking, then a roaring outcry
as she erupted – her juices flowing from
her warm...
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Too Much
What will you do
when the shivers of bliss
ignited by my kiss
sends you shaking
and only signals me
to press my lips heavier
against yours?
What will you do
when your fight
from my bites
only sends my teeth deeper
into your tender flesh?
What will you do
when your kicking
from me licking
your lower loins
only drives my will
to further fill your inner
slot with slick, stiff tongue?
What will you do
when telling me to slow down
only makes me pound
it harder, sounding the alarms
for...
when the shivers of bliss
ignited by my kiss
sends you shaking
and only signals me
to press my lips heavier
against yours?
What will you do
when your fight
from my bites
only sends my teeth deeper
into your tender flesh?
What will you do
when your kicking
from me licking
your lower loins
only drives my will
to further fill your inner
slot with slick, stiff tongue?
What will you do
when telling me to slow down
only makes me pound
it harder, sounding the alarms
for...
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