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Hooked
It's a Sunday morn
I'm getting ready for football
You church...
Yeah...we just agree to disagree
Til we get to our..common ground
My left hand is fingering the remote
And my right hand is fingering..the other remote
Multitasking
Flipping channels
Yet still in tuned to you
The center of my verse
I love the way you pretend
As if you're unaware that I'm stalking you
Through my peripheral
With sweet visceral inclinations
Towards your anatomy
Shower fresh...dripping wet
I watch you towel dry...
I..smother a sigh
High off the possibilities...
The probability...of taking you now
But I say nay..
Let this innocuous foray into foreplay
Marinate within our desires..
So you go into this act
Dismissive of my glances
But a woman always knows ..always
When a man is watching
You can feel my eyes on you
The building of emotions
Ohh...look at you now
..how you lotion your skin
Mmmmmm...
It's like you're making love to yourself
With delicate and attentive fingers
Massaging..lubricating..
I follow your trail...
From kneecaps
To hips
To inner thighs
...pump more cream from the bottle
......I watch as
It oozes from the tip
Forming a small wavy puddle in your palm
....stay calm young man
Stay....calm...sez my inner-voice
I am a bit envious though..
I mean...my cream is just as nourishing
As Aloe Vera's....
That...scheming...little...bitch..
Oh..now you're just damn right flagrant
Standing in the mirror....
Giving dude a double dose
A visage of you...
From the front..and the back!
A voyeur's paradise
Ahhhh...those firm breast
And doorbell nipples
That smooth belly
Centered by your peeking navel
....Your curvaceous hips and ass
Accentuating that Bermuda triangle....
..the place where I lose myself
Time and again
......the contours of your back...
The source of your posture...
..oh how would bend thee
Send thee into trembling ecstasy..
But not now....
This wordless script must forge on...
You pin your hair up into a bun
So simple it was
Yet so stylish
It's like lifting a veil
Revealing a neckline soothingly
Flowing into shoulders then to your arms..
Like ancient rivers...
The Euphrates and the Tigris...
You are Aphrodite reincarnated...
..And now I see
I see why God saved the best
For last..
As that blue dress drapes your body..
Caressing your figure..
..mmmm...something's getting bigger
Inch...by...inch
Encroaching...
With a throbbing intent to trespass....
Between...your...lovely...ass..
Quickening thickness..
I camouflage it with comforters
Turn slightly to the side...
Must hide...the smuggling of blood
Into my release valve...
I have my pride....
Which you try to steal away
With that sly..almost condescending smirk....
You think me powerless?!!!!...
Totally enthralled by....you
Hmph!!..the unmitigated gall..
But all you do is bend over...
Slowly...
And strap on your heels....
Game over...
You know how that weakens me...
Woman you are absolutely stunning
And once again I've fallen victim to your cunning
For now I'm just a humble supplicant...
With only one request...
Tonight......
Keep them fuckin heels on baby...
I'm getting ready for football
You church...
Yeah...we just agree to disagree
Til we get to our..common ground
My left hand is fingering the remote
And my right hand is fingering..the other remote
Multitasking
Flipping channels
Yet still in tuned to you
The center of my verse
I love the way you pretend
As if you're unaware that I'm stalking you
Through my peripheral
With sweet visceral inclinations
Towards your anatomy
Shower fresh...dripping wet
I watch you towel dry...
I..smother a sigh
High off the possibilities...
The probability...of taking you now
But I say nay..
Let this innocuous foray into foreplay
Marinate within our desires..
So you go into this act
Dismissive of my glances
But a woman always knows ..always
When a man is watching
You can feel my eyes on you
The building of emotions
Ohh...look at you now
..how you lotion your skin
Mmmmmm...
It's like you're making love to yourself
With delicate and attentive fingers
Massaging..lubricating..
I follow your trail...
From kneecaps
To hips
To inner thighs
...pump more cream from the bottle
......I watch as
It oozes from the tip
Forming a small wavy puddle in your palm
....stay calm young man
Stay....calm...sez my inner-voice
I am a bit envious though..
I mean...my cream is just as nourishing
As Aloe Vera's....
That...scheming...little...bitch..
Oh..now you're just damn right flagrant
Standing in the mirror....
Giving dude a double dose
A visage of you...
From the front..and the back!
A voyeur's paradise
Ahhhh...those firm breast
And doorbell nipples
That smooth belly
Centered by your peeking navel
....Your curvaceous hips and ass
Accentuating that Bermuda triangle....
..the place where I lose myself
Time and again
......the contours of your back...
The source of your posture...
..oh how would bend thee
Send thee into trembling ecstasy..
But not now....
This wordless script must forge on...
You pin your hair up into a bun
So simple it was
Yet so stylish
It's like lifting a veil
Revealing a neckline soothingly
Flowing into shoulders then to your arms..
Like ancient rivers...
The Euphrates and the Tigris...
You are Aphrodite reincarnated...
..And now I see
I see why God saved the best
For last..
As that blue dress drapes your body..
Caressing your figure..
..mmmm...something's getting bigger
Inch...by...inch
Encroaching...
With a throbbing intent to trespass....
Between...your...lovely...ass..
Quickening thickness..
I camouflage it with comforters
Turn slightly to the side...
Must hide...the smuggling of blood
Into my release valve...
I have my pride....
Which you try to steal away
With that sly..almost condescending smirk....
You think me powerless?!!!!...
Totally enthralled by....you
Hmph!!..the unmitigated gall..
But all you do is bend over...
Slowly...
And strap on your heels....
Game over...
You know how that weakens me...
Woman you are absolutely stunning
And once again I've fallen victim to your cunning
For now I'm just a humble supplicant...
With only one request...
Tonight......
Keep them fuckin heels on baby...
Published 25th Feb 2023
Author's Note
Watching a woman's morning routine
and strapping on those heels
as her finishing move....
FUCK!!
#fetish
and strapping on those heels
as her finishing move....
FUCK!!
#fetish
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25th Feb 2023 7:14am
What might read as a modern version of the David and Bathsheba story. Favourite chunks:
Ahhhh...those firm breast
And doorbell nipples
That smooth belly
Centered by your peeking navel
....Your curvaceous hips and ass
Accentuating that Bermuda triangle....
..the place where I lose myself
Time and again
You pin your hair up into a bun
So simple it was
Yet so stylish
It's like lifting a veil
Revealing a neckline soothingly
Flowing into shoulders then to your arms..
Like ancient rivers...
The Euphrates and the Tigris...
You are Aphrodite reincarnated...
Ahhhh...those firm breast
And doorbell nipples
That smooth belly
Centered by your peeking navel
....Your curvaceous hips and ass
Accentuating that Bermuda triangle....
..the place where I lose myself
Time and again
You pin your hair up into a bun
So simple it was
Yet so stylish
It's like lifting a veil
Revealing a neckline soothingly
Flowing into shoulders then to your arms..
Like ancient rivers...
The Euphrates and the Tigris...
You are Aphrodite reincarnated...
25th Feb 2023 2:06pm
Nobody writes temptation and desire like you do.... makes me smirk, it's so damn good. Every time. Bravo 👏
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26th Feb 2023 00:02am
Your engaging words kept me mentally captivated as your stanzas draped down your canvas, and coupled with your amazing insights, I thoroughly enjoyed.
Enjoy the remainder of your weekend, my King.
Enjoy the remainder of your weekend, my King.
