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Chiseling a Mortise
rapt in sleek lines
covered by wandering mist
soft and silky
strong and swift
sweep me,gingerly
off my feet
to weak to speak
tangled in the sheets
i wanna float in the air
unsettled, like fine dust
as you dig, excavating my smile
with a stone chisel and yucca brush
grind me into an elixir of stardust
hips stirred, like emotions,that emits a glow
eclectic energies that illuminate
putting to shame any fireworks show
eyes closed as the world around us
every molecule swirl and zoom
when lips touch a soft moan escape
an internal super sonic boom
when tapping into the lost art
the tangible bliss of kissing
yes the combustible chemistry
of hot particles mixing
and the frantic sweet friction
of muscle constriction
as you enter me and
give pleasure a new definition
break me
like a wishbone
with licks along
my collar bone
plunge deep
inside my moans
til i concave
arch my backbone
the headboard is the baseline
to our lullaby of groans
that sounds like wild horses
trotting down cobblestone
galloping steadfast
past outer limits
souls do as bodies do
mortise and tenon spirits
a joint effort
satisfaction is the mission
to come together,a combination
that"ll surpass transcension
step in my headroom or the bedroom
baby,whats your pleasure
every imagined fantasy
a realistic endeavor
covered by wandering mist
soft and silky
strong and swift
sweep me,gingerly
off my feet
to weak to speak
tangled in the sheets
i wanna float in the air
unsettled, like fine dust
as you dig, excavating my smile
with a stone chisel and yucca brush
grind me into an elixir of stardust
hips stirred, like emotions,that emits a glow
eclectic energies that illuminate
putting to shame any fireworks show
eyes closed as the world around us
every molecule swirl and zoom
when lips touch a soft moan escape
an internal super sonic boom
when tapping into the lost art
the tangible bliss of kissing
yes the combustible chemistry
of hot particles mixing
and the frantic sweet friction
of muscle constriction
as you enter me and
give pleasure a new definition
break me
like a wishbone
with licks along
my collar bone
plunge deep
inside my moans
til i concave
arch my backbone
the headboard is the baseline
to our lullaby of groans
that sounds like wild horses
trotting down cobblestone
galloping steadfast
past outer limits
souls do as bodies do
mortise and tenon spirits
a joint effort
satisfaction is the mission
to come together,a combination
that"ll surpass transcension
step in my headroom or the bedroom
baby,whats your pleasure
every imagined fantasy
a realistic endeavor
Published 7th Dec 2015
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7th Dec 2015 5:57am
Break me like a wishbone lick along my collar bone....I love this line...this was a great right...not to raw or intense but still sensual ...nice write
7th Dec 2015 2:53pm
7th Dec 2015 8:22am
7th Dec 2015 2:54pm
7th Dec 2015 8:09pm
One of the finest easter eggs of lovemaking is that strange perspective shift when your empathic link overrides your physical roots and you end up feeling what your partner feels, how it is to be them. To continuously dip into the field of metamorphosis clarifies the mysteries of the hidden places, the infinite land of sexual tension.
i wanna float in the air
unsettled, like fine dust
as you dig, excavating my smile
with a stone chisel and yucca brush
It's in that moment that we wonder if the one we're with is real or if we dreamed them into life.
grind me into an elixir of stardust
hips stirred, like emotions,that emits a glow
eclectic energies that illuminate
putting to shame any fireworks show
eyes closed as the world around us
every molecule swirl and zoom
when lips touch a soft moan escape
an internal super sonic boom
Oh it's all irreplaceable and the destinations many on that swirling journey. Around the universe and back again without leaving the room.
when tapping into the lost art
the tangible bliss of kissing
yes the combustible chemistry
of hot particles mixing
All the steps that should stand on their own, to be indulged for their own sensation sake and not for what's expected next. The lost art indeed... Yields so much cellular interchange, linking creatures with every shared breath
and the frantic sweet friction
of muscle constriction
as you enter me and
give pleasure a new definition
break me
like a wishbone
with licks along
my collar bone
plunge deep
inside my moans
til i concave
arch my backbone
The inside perspective (no pun intended) and the peak moments... It's faaaaar more than playing bold. The Art of Vulgarity is not an invitation to spit doggerel, to shock for its own sake. It's pure creative liberation which includes responsibility over one's mind. It's standing by what's true. The hypnotic pull of painting the peak moments:
when your back arches and the animal noises turn to high notes, the grip of a woman's velvet glove upon insertion, the secret tingle spots where teeth match and read the roll, such as the clavicle... The hypnotic pull in this comes from the audience being soooo drawn in by the honesty that the visceral power of the oral illustration transforms the receiver by sweeping them up in your journey. Metamorphosis prose is the essence of sentence medicine.
the headboard is the baseline
to our lullaby of groans
that sounds like wild horses
trotting down cobblestone
The vibration sets the pace, or reflects it back... If houses absorb energy headboards are stronger portals than Ouija boards.
galloping steadfast
past outer limits
souls do as bodies do
mortise and tenon spirits
Oh, round a curve and take the corners tight!
step in my headroom or the bedroom
baby,whats your pleasure
every imagined fantasy
a realistic endeavor
You silence me. The last verse can only receive a heatwave response.
i wanna float in the air
unsettled, like fine dust
as you dig, excavating my smile
with a stone chisel and yucca brush
It's in that moment that we wonder if the one we're with is real or if we dreamed them into life.
grind me into an elixir of stardust
hips stirred, like emotions,that emits a glow
eclectic energies that illuminate
putting to shame any fireworks show
eyes closed as the world around us
every molecule swirl and zoom
when lips touch a soft moan escape
an internal super sonic boom
Oh it's all irreplaceable and the destinations many on that swirling journey. Around the universe and back again without leaving the room.
when tapping into the lost art
the tangible bliss of kissing
yes the combustible chemistry
of hot particles mixing
All the steps that should stand on their own, to be indulged for their own sensation sake and not for what's expected next. The lost art indeed... Yields so much cellular interchange, linking creatures with every shared breath
and the frantic sweet friction
of muscle constriction
as you enter me and
give pleasure a new definition
break me
like a wishbone
with licks along
my collar bone
plunge deep
inside my moans
til i concave
arch my backbone
The inside perspective (no pun intended) and the peak moments... It's faaaaar more than playing bold. The Art of Vulgarity is not an invitation to spit doggerel, to shock for its own sake. It's pure creative liberation which includes responsibility over one's mind. It's standing by what's true. The hypnotic pull of painting the peak moments:
when your back arches and the animal noises turn to high notes, the grip of a woman's velvet glove upon insertion, the secret tingle spots where teeth match and read the roll, such as the clavicle... The hypnotic pull in this comes from the audience being soooo drawn in by the honesty that the visceral power of the oral illustration transforms the receiver by sweeping them up in your journey. Metamorphosis prose is the essence of sentence medicine.
the headboard is the baseline
to our lullaby of groans
that sounds like wild horses
trotting down cobblestone
The vibration sets the pace, or reflects it back... If houses absorb energy headboards are stronger portals than Ouija boards.
galloping steadfast
past outer limits
souls do as bodies do
mortise and tenon spirits
Oh, round a curve and take the corners tight!
step in my headroom or the bedroom
baby,whats your pleasure
every imagined fantasy
a realistic endeavor
You silence me. The last verse can only receive a heatwave response.
