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in this place of stone ruins
she’s a fine woman, a complete woman.
she has a heart to love me, & a body to arouse me, to
fulfill me. her soul hides in shame when we commit to
our carnal necessities, even as I aver that sex is beautiful,
& therefore without shame. still, her spirit retreats.
her emotions are justified, as I strive to deliver her to that
same orgasmal horizon to which she bears me, in the
valiant chariot of her entire self. my coarse hands, to rub
the wildness of her flesh, where shy beacons glow to guide
me, like forest fires upon her femme’ territories.
my tormenting mouth, to kiss & bite the needful agony of
her throat, her breasts & aching nipples; the taut, trembling
mounds of her derriere , that I grip & slap & gnaw upon like
the meat of a fallen deer.
no part of her is forbidden to my savage hunger: her
shoulders, thighs, the curve of her belly; all of her back &
the length of her legs when she turns, as I lick & savor the
damp spices of her.
on her back, she draws me to the enamored bastille of her
arms & legs, & we journey in a rhythm that the ocean’s
waves have never known. when I am wet with the vapors of
her goddess chamber, she braces herself on hands & knees,
& beseeches me to take her secret-most desire, that is like
the bud of a dark rose.
I drive into her shadowed allure with barely restrained force,
as she requires it. the tightness seems to repel me, but she
moans like a wounded she-wolf & stretches to allow the
invasion of my thickened vandal.
I do this out of madness & love, for love itself is madness.
… there comes a time in the intimate gospel of sex
when words go unspoken,
and a poem must fade to silence…
(Artist: Alexander Grinberg)
Published 18th Apr 2016
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18th Apr 2016 6:30pm
18th Apr 2016 7:02pm
… there comes a time in the intimate gospel of sex
when words go unspoken,
and a poem must fade to silence…
The most beautiful part of love is the silence
that ensues the physical union. It's like being
in space and watching the universe spin.
Well done, John.
when words go unspoken,
and a poem must fade to silence…
The most beautiful part of love is the silence
that ensues the physical union. It's like being
in space and watching the universe spin.
Well done, John.
18th Apr 2016 7:42pm
Brother Man!!!
To get from
"Necessities" and "aver"
as a prelude to passion and go thru with...
"Damp spices"
bastille...
is testament to your daring and skill
Fine write indeed
To get from
"Necessities" and "aver"
as a prelude to passion and go thru with...
"Damp spices"
bastille...
is testament to your daring and skill
Fine write indeed
18th Apr 2016 8:27pm
Favourite verses, for euphemisms:
on her back, she draws me to the enamored bastille of her
arms & legs, & we journey in a rhythm that the ocean’s
waves have never known. when I am wet with the vapors of
her goddess chamber, she braces herself on hands & knees,
& beseeches me to take her secret-most desire, that is like
the bud of a dark rose.
I drive into her shadowed allure with barely restrained force,
as she requires it. the tightness seems to repel me, but she
moans like a wounded she-wolf & stretches to allow the
invasion of my thickened vandal.
on her back, she draws me to the enamored bastille of her
arms & legs, & we journey in a rhythm that the ocean’s
waves have never known. when I am wet with the vapors of
her goddess chamber, she braces herself on hands & knees,
& beseeches me to take her secret-most desire, that is like
the bud of a dark rose.
I drive into her shadowed allure with barely restrained force,
as she requires it. the tightness seems to repel me, but she
moans like a wounded she-wolf & stretches to allow the
invasion of my thickened vandal.
Anonymous
19th Apr 2016 1:11am
Sir, darling, babe.
Darling, babe, sir
Babe, sir, darling.
Darling, babe, sir
Babe, sir, darling.
19th Apr 2016 1:22am
19th Apr 2016 5:41pm
betimes i walk away from your works questioning my morals & upon a return find that one does not need answers or reasons...
... lust is. it is & it is glorious
xo
... lust is. it is & it is glorious
xo
20th Apr 2016 00:02am
20th Apr 2016 4:48am
....another erotic piece of artistry, John. Your lines are always so clean, sensual and honest to me.
20th Apr 2016 11:06am
"I do this out of madness & love, for love itself is madness."
One day, I'd like to find out for myself. For now, these words of yours lay the vision for me. Beautiful as always, Sir Feddeler.
One day, I'd like to find out for myself. For now, these words of yours lay the vision for me. Beautiful as always, Sir Feddeler.
Anonymous
21st Apr 2016 8:15pm
Okay....this is really beginning to have me rethink my choice to "get un-stuck"...this needs to go in my Reading List and I have no room because of rank...this will be on there as soon as it can be....With love always - Taryn xoxo
1st Jul 2016 8:49am
