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Blacque Snow
A deep New York snow
set adrift
a light dusting of smog, dirt
coffee, tea....and gentle taste of me
speckled upon the ground
a melody lilting
lofting the cold
taking control....
...I'm in a New York State of Mind
Lost in lust
looking into your eyes
touching your almond breast
stroking the beast within....
…..dangling between your thighs
unbeknownst to a chosen few I plea,
like a prayer I pray your beauty
you shall allow my eyes to see
my hands to touch, your heat to feel
sweet nectar dripping
upon my tongue
mouth to mouth,
an image rich
so surreal
…..and I shall lay your body down
and rape you upon the
dirty, drifted snow
the “Dirty Slushy Dirt Speckled Floor”
she asks from her lover
and longs so much more
….to feel so wild and free
that certain relaxation
bearing your soul to
the pulsing, throb of
the beast inside of me
knocking, opening
penetrating the breach
of your beautiful backdoor
igniting a wildfire inside you
screams of delight
churning from me my snowy cream
squeezing me tightly...buried inside
the magik of your
perfeckt round orbs,
a wafer brown dream
melting in the moment
dirty blackened drifts of snow
it's cooling waters flow
beneath our bodies
two strong hands stroking your "secret"
a slow, smoldering flame
in the moments to cum....
I desire U
Published 14th Mar 2018
Author's Note
.....a poem of fantasy about something I've never thought to even ponder until now
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14th Mar 2018 10:00am
Very seductive write. I’ve often wondered myself. More of a spectator than a participant. You know me 😉
Anonymous
- Edited 17th Mar 2018 4:58pm
17th Mar 2018 4:49pm
freaking intimately suffocating me here,
within such delightful resonance :
""---….to feel so wild and free
that certain relaxation
bearing your soul to
the pulsing, throb of
the beast inside of me
knocking, opening
penetrating the breach
of your beautiful backdoor
igniting a wildfire inside you
screams of delight
churning from me my snowy cream
squeezing me tightly...buried inside
the magik of your
perfeckt round orbs,
a wafer brown dream
melting in the moment
dirty blackened drifts of snow
it's cooling waters flow
beneath our bodies
two strong hands stroking your "secret" ---""
hot stuff, dear
within such delightful resonance :
""---….to feel so wild and free
that certain relaxation
bearing your soul to
the pulsing, throb of
the beast inside of me
knocking, opening
penetrating the breach
of your beautiful backdoor
igniting a wildfire inside you
screams of delight
churning from me my snowy cream
squeezing me tightly...buried inside
the magik of your
perfeckt round orbs,
a wafer brown dream
melting in the moment
dirty blackened drifts of snow
it's cooling waters flow
beneath our bodies
two strong hands stroking your "secret" ---""
hot stuff, dear
18th Mar 2018 5:21pm
21st Mar 2018 6:23pm
