Submissions by silk269
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
HER DARE
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BELTS AND BUCKLES
Belt and buckle; button down fly, a beautiful cock; my long wanton sigh. I visualise lust; my mouth open wide, cum being fed; from a cock dreamy slide. These images near; they claim my delight, I am a cocksucker; I own the night. I go out to bars; to pick up horny strangers, I wear pink well; I live for the danger. These men are just objects; packing pure lust, I love giving head; and taking nut busts.
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HEARING THE BEG
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FEMME
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POWERFUL HANDS
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FORBIDDEN
Carefree; joyful; playful; and blithe, these are the faces; that visit each night. When I have my way; I act lively and airy, in pastels I drape; I'd act like a fairy. Feminine thoughts visit; I keep them well hidden, they're not what's expected, and often forbidden. Cheerful and sunny; effervescent and bright, in clouds I do stand; buoyant and light Wispy and delicate; soft; dreamy; and giddy, when I dress like a girl; I feel very pretty.
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FATHER TIME
When did they gather; like withered old lace, these frailty lines; that crevasse my face. I chased life; hell bent on try, but the years have misted; to the hands father time. I torture my soul; assessing each stage, it bolts so quickly; page after page. Once was a child; teen; married; then father, the days ran indifferent; my stoicism did armour. Never aware of my loss; or pondering my final hours, I stand before gates; before judgement I cower. I chased my youth; in a futile hard dash, now in a silent rage; I go to my final breath. Where did the man go; who set a good pace, I wonder to...
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I MOUNTED WITH PRIDE
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DELIVERED
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A PANTY WITH FLAIR
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TAUNT
Dress me up; and call me Mary, I crave like a woman; lusting after sweet berry. I dream of men; their plum coloured glands, they all stand over; with their saviour in hand. They call me sissy; needy and hot, I'm at my best; with a line of sweet cock. I'm a panty boy; feeling like a sweet lass, I swallow hot nut; creamy pearls I ingest. These wanton thoughts; they grow beyond must, being with a man; meeting thrust upon thrust. I picture my mouth; and lips as they taunt, I pray for upkeep; in deep thirsting want.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by silk269