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Floorgasm
A dark corner awaits
A strong drink marinates
A speaker bangs loud
And through a crowd of people
As I see only her...
The hypnotic hip shaker
The DJ's muzical muse
Watching as his tunes takes her
Deep inside an ocean
Of beats and melodies
I seep inside the motion
Inhaling her magnetic potion
Drawn by the gravity
Of her anatomy
Inching closer
Exuding my masculinity
Ever so patient...
She caresses my back
While I stroke her thighs
Heaving a subtle sigh
As her eyes show a spark
High off the allure of the dark
Expressing her womanly wiles
While surrounded by the
Protection of my body
Giving me the notion to
Take our private party
To that dark little corner
On the side of the speaker...
Where I'm close up on her
Firmly holding her near
Breathing soft breaths in her ear
While the speaker's vibrations
Inspires her gyrations
The bulge in my jeans give her
The promise of deep migrations
Inside her moist panties
Her voice heavily panting
Seduced by the rugged chanting
Of the Reggae tunes
Swooning to the Caribbean crooning
Our erotic grinding
Grooming her sweets
As she ooze and secretes
Her feminine secrets
Drip dropping down her legs
Like a leaky faucet
She's totally lost it
Backed against the speaker
As it thumps against her spine
With a rhythmic swelling
Wedged deep between her thighs
High on the fact that she's
Stuck between a cock
And a hard bass
With no place to go
A film of sweat glows as
Her face starts to show
A joyful suffering
Leaving her lips fluttering
While uttering words
That's barely heard
But her passion is felt
As she spills over and melts
Between the sound of the music
And the comfort of my arms
Published 9th Mar 2018
| Edited 20th Oct 2021
Author's Note
Repost...originally written in Dec 2011
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Anonymous
9th Mar 2018 5:41pm
Sweet hell, that was one helluva ride! I love the way you play with words...loving that cock and a hard bass. A girl could groove on that and no doubt! Whew! :-)
...Willow
...Willow
9th Mar 2018 6:02pm
damn it Naajir I could feel this
took me to that creamy dreamy place
I could envision and feel your heat..
love Crim
took me to that creamy dreamy place
I could envision and feel your heat..
love Crim
10th Mar 2018 2:45pm
12th Mar 2018 00:49am
I remember this delicious piece. Thanks for reposting. It's quite a coincidence that I haven't read you for awhile now that I do it's it's one I immensely enjoyed. There's magnetism in your work :D Bravo!
18th Mar 2018 1:30pm
29th Mar 2018 1:29am
16th Jul 2023 2:02pm
Wonderful write. If I may be so bold to suggest, maybe change one of the "a"s to either "the" or omit the definite article. Maybe just me but I find the repetition at the start of the piece isn't quite as eye catching. My favorite lines"
"A joyful suffering
Leaving her lips fluttering
While uttering words
That's barely heard"
"A joyful suffering
Leaving her lips fluttering
While uttering words
That's barely heard"
16th Jul 2023 7:06pm
Passion on the dance floor! Favourite chunks of lines:
I seep inside the motion
Inhaling her magnetic potion
Drawn by the gravity
Of her anatomy
Inching closer
Exuding my masculinity
Ever so patient...
She caresses my back
While I stroke her thighs
While the speaker's vibrations
Inspires her gyrations
The bulge in my jeans give her
The promise of deep migrations
Inside her moist panties
Grooming her sweets
As she ooze and secretes
Her feminine secrets
Drip dropping down her legs
Like a leaky faucet
She's totally lost it
Backed against the speaker
As it thumps against her spine
With a rhythmic swelling
Wedged deep between her thighs
High on the fact that she's
Stuck between a cock
And a hard bass
With no place to go
I seep inside the motion
Inhaling her magnetic potion
Drawn by the gravity
Of her anatomy
Inching closer
Exuding my masculinity
Ever so patient...
She caresses my back
While I stroke her thighs
While the speaker's vibrations
Inspires her gyrations
The bulge in my jeans give her
The promise of deep migrations
Inside her moist panties
Grooming her sweets
As she ooze and secretes
Her feminine secrets
Drip dropping down her legs
Like a leaky faucet
She's totally lost it
Backed against the speaker
As it thumps against her spine
With a rhythmic swelling
Wedged deep between her thighs
High on the fact that she's
Stuck between a cock
And a hard bass
With no place to go
9th May 2024 7:23am
Have just reread - my eyes still homed in on what I previously said were my favourite chunks. Given poem's stated vintage (2011), it clearly has a timeless sexy vibe still. (
Strictly speaking I might call their experience not so much as a "Floorgasm" but a "Back-to-the-speaker-gasm".
Strictly speaking I might call their experience not so much as a "Floorgasm" but a "Back-to-the-speaker-gasm".
9th May 2024 7:36pm
10th May 2024 7:21pm
Fastastic write. I’m glad you reposted this. I wasn’t around here when you originally shared it.
