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Pensive Strokes
thoughtful touches dipped in hushes
his quaint strokes don't require brushes
skillfully he evokes the warmth of my pyre
as fingertips stokes the ache of my desire
he stirs my embers til i am ablazed
sweetness tempered to a hot sticky glaze
puddling passion, slick and honey thick
warm liquids paying homage to his bic
i am his notebook,and he soaks my pages
ink dripping with powerful passionate phrases
his words plunges into the depths of me
opens me, beyond my capacity
then thrust deeper inside all my fantasies
explore the mystery of my vulnerabilities
makes my knees week and strengthen me
fills me up, and empties me
he paints my need with artistic mastery
strokes me tender,and oh so pensively
graffiti my walls,with imaginative release
vigorously creating a breathtaking masterpiece
i sigh..craving more of his calligraphy
an affinity for the taste of his eccentricity
and perhaps today im being just a lil bit devious
but i feel an overwhelming urge to deepthroat his..genius
his quaint strokes don't require brushes
skillfully he evokes the warmth of my pyre
as fingertips stokes the ache of my desire
he stirs my embers til i am ablazed
sweetness tempered to a hot sticky glaze
puddling passion, slick and honey thick
warm liquids paying homage to his bic
i am his notebook,and he soaks my pages
ink dripping with powerful passionate phrases
his words plunges into the depths of me
opens me, beyond my capacity
then thrust deeper inside all my fantasies
explore the mystery of my vulnerabilities
makes my knees week and strengthen me
fills me up, and empties me
he paints my need with artistic mastery
strokes me tender,and oh so pensively
graffiti my walls,with imaginative release
vigorously creating a breathtaking masterpiece
i sigh..craving more of his calligraphy
an affinity for the taste of his eccentricity
and perhaps today im being just a lil bit devious
but i feel an overwhelming urge to deepthroat his..genius
Published 8th Mar 2013
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8th Mar 2013 9:33pm
You use a whole gamut of writing and artistic metaphors to paint (so to speak) an erotic word picture.
Anonymous
11th Mar 2013 5:27pm
poeticDesire,
What a beautiful tapestry you weave! Enjoyed!
tornado
What a beautiful tapestry you weave! Enjoyed!
tornado
9th Apr 2013 2:31am
thoughtful touches dipped in hushes
his quaint strokes don't require brushes
The cost to roll is such a trip.
Shhh… Mistress! Please. Don’t rush this!
Bliss to faint when invoked. Up front to stroke…
I desire to stroll where a fire soul blushes.
skillfully he evokes the warmth of my pyre
as fingertips stokes the ache of my desire
The will of me spoke. I was born in mire.
I lingered, slipped in mud and ash for bloody gashes
Raised my head from a bed made from the coke raked from a fireplace.
I awoke to the Inhuman Condition.
Insta-zoomed in on the mission that was looming within.
Soon to hold it within my vision,
No rushing to escape…
Nothing could be missing. Past rushing the japes?
Not trusting the sum of Fate?
Ought to be busting out of this wretched place...
I sought the blushing on a nun’s face!
As the last developmental play,
Mental sunray,
To hold. On my way out of this maze!
Fought injustice and got crushed under the status race.
Fuck! I forgot it was “Just Us!”
I MUST’ve used TRUTH as a bad habit.
Honesty mis-spake?
Aw… gee… fuck… me…. Freeya.
Until our voices reach onomatoPOEIA!
Or just set me FREE, JA!
Back to the hidden, it was still just ME, on this mission.
I roamed the extent of Hell to the fences.
Combed the trenches where souls made their entrance.
Until shown for my earnest exploration…
The Lone Furnace’s location.
(This story is loose to roll like The Crucible. Please be patient, Mistress, this WILL stroll to what’s possible.)
All alone in the darkest zone the Furnace was waiting.
Explosions like quarks for growing new souls into creation.
Suddenly I was knowing part of the hole in reincarnation….
Souls turned from ash to gold.
The only way to escape the past is to keep the roll.
Or be trapped in Hell upon arrival,
To learn and maintain the cycle.
Fire waxes, but when it wanes?
Ashes fall, wind blows away the stain.
Redemption and a soul swept away the unmentioned.
Aspire to be better in the next life led?
That would explain my earlier fireplace bed.
Other loose tangents to stand and handle just off my head?
Apparently spiritual matter is reborn and reawakened.
Right there for me… a miracle of stature:
Clear it all after. Reform. Nothing wasting.
Dispersed raw to turn Divine and dance to this…
The cursed First law of thermodynamics?
Works I saw! Even in this burning dank pit!
So I lingered until I could slip into the smoke,
Waking to a chance to make an escape,
I turned to mist through the furnace,
Died and burned myself kissing my blues!
Into smoke plumes to fly.
I earned my escape from the fire!
Singed tips of my wings turned to mist,
Re-emerged as fingertips to stoke the ache of desire.
he stirs my embers til i am ablazed
sweetness tempered to a hot sticky glaze
I concur there is a tender gaze
When feet tip slow to enter that rich place
puddling passion, slick and honey thick
warm liquids paying homage to his bic
Muddling action, what drips from my hungry…
…Wit?
Warm liquid, not born insipid, but scorned so I got quick with it…
On this page simply…
Just to make your dimply smile twitch!
i am his notebook,and he soaks my pages
ink dripping with powerful passionate phrases
If you can evoke these hooks I spoke then “YAY” to this…
Just sink, slipping for hours into maximum grace!
his words plunges into the depths of me
opens me, beyond my capacity
This nerd crunches crests for free
Like turning sex into a Balm Rhapsody
then thrust deeper inside all my fantasies
explore the mystery of my vulnerabilities
Just keep the ride to the sleeping side and you can see
More hidden in reveries you hold under, growing hungry
makes my knees week and strengthen me
fills me up, and empties me
Awakened free and speak without tension, Mon Cheri
Your will extends in everything unmentioned
he paints my need with artistic mastery
strokes me tender, and oh so pensively
No strain for YOU to heed tact even in passionate need?
I provoke embers because that’s what MY pen sees.
graffiti my walls,with imaginative release
vigorously creating a breathtaking masterpiece
But the bleeding call that happens to be MY beast?
Is rigor and lust and it escapes death slaking stature INSTEAD of peace!
i sigh..craving more of his calligraphy
an affinity for the taste of his eccentricity
Inside the waves fall over and tip me.
Infinity wastes nothing-- I invoke the ghost of Tesla to jest it raw and turn it into electricity!
and perhaps today im being just a lil bit devious
but i feel an overwhelming urge to deepthroat his..genius
I stand and clap this way! Your meanings bust and leave me in a TWIST!
With a flow to settle at the helm of me this splurge-- Keeping to the vote of a Queen and Mistress!
Comedown:
For tender balance
Any who were wowed at your kiss
Seeping their life notes, into your deep throat?
For my hopes each found the honor of a Goddess’s mouth of closure
Was cause to express their yes all over…
Massaging your neck and shoulders…
To send the energy and synergy back into you, Divine Beholder!
his quaint strokes don't require brushes
The cost to roll is such a trip.
Shhh… Mistress! Please. Don’t rush this!
Bliss to faint when invoked. Up front to stroke…
I desire to stroll where a fire soul blushes.
skillfully he evokes the warmth of my pyre
as fingertips stokes the ache of my desire
The will of me spoke. I was born in mire.
I lingered, slipped in mud and ash for bloody gashes
Raised my head from a bed made from the coke raked from a fireplace.
I awoke to the Inhuman Condition.
Insta-zoomed in on the mission that was looming within.
Soon to hold it within my vision,
No rushing to escape…
Nothing could be missing. Past rushing the japes?
Not trusting the sum of Fate?
Ought to be busting out of this wretched place...
I sought the blushing on a nun’s face!
As the last developmental play,
Mental sunray,
To hold. On my way out of this maze!
Fought injustice and got crushed under the status race.
Fuck! I forgot it was “Just Us!”
I MUST’ve used TRUTH as a bad habit.
Honesty mis-spake?
Aw… gee… fuck… me…. Freeya.
Until our voices reach onomatoPOEIA!
Or just set me FREE, JA!
Back to the hidden, it was still just ME, on this mission.
I roamed the extent of Hell to the fences.
Combed the trenches where souls made their entrance.
Until shown for my earnest exploration…
The Lone Furnace’s location.
(This story is loose to roll like The Crucible. Please be patient, Mistress, this WILL stroll to what’s possible.)
All alone in the darkest zone the Furnace was waiting.
Explosions like quarks for growing new souls into creation.
Suddenly I was knowing part of the hole in reincarnation….
Souls turned from ash to gold.
The only way to escape the past is to keep the roll.
Or be trapped in Hell upon arrival,
To learn and maintain the cycle.
Fire waxes, but when it wanes?
Ashes fall, wind blows away the stain.
Redemption and a soul swept away the unmentioned.
Aspire to be better in the next life led?
That would explain my earlier fireplace bed.
Other loose tangents to stand and handle just off my head?
Apparently spiritual matter is reborn and reawakened.
Right there for me… a miracle of stature:
Clear it all after. Reform. Nothing wasting.
Dispersed raw to turn Divine and dance to this…
The cursed First law of thermodynamics?
Works I saw! Even in this burning dank pit!
So I lingered until I could slip into the smoke,
Waking to a chance to make an escape,
I turned to mist through the furnace,
Died and burned myself kissing my blues!
Into smoke plumes to fly.
I earned my escape from the fire!
Singed tips of my wings turned to mist,
Re-emerged as fingertips to stoke the ache of desire.
he stirs my embers til i am ablazed
sweetness tempered to a hot sticky glaze
I concur there is a tender gaze
When feet tip slow to enter that rich place
puddling passion, slick and honey thick
warm liquids paying homage to his bic
Muddling action, what drips from my hungry…
…Wit?
Warm liquid, not born insipid, but scorned so I got quick with it…
On this page simply…
Just to make your dimply smile twitch!
i am his notebook,and he soaks my pages
ink dripping with powerful passionate phrases
If you can evoke these hooks I spoke then “YAY” to this…
Just sink, slipping for hours into maximum grace!
his words plunges into the depths of me
opens me, beyond my capacity
This nerd crunches crests for free
Like turning sex into a Balm Rhapsody
then thrust deeper inside all my fantasies
explore the mystery of my vulnerabilities
Just keep the ride to the sleeping side and you can see
More hidden in reveries you hold under, growing hungry
makes my knees week and strengthen me
fills me up, and empties me
Awakened free and speak without tension, Mon Cheri
Your will extends in everything unmentioned
he paints my need with artistic mastery
strokes me tender, and oh so pensively
No strain for YOU to heed tact even in passionate need?
I provoke embers because that’s what MY pen sees.
graffiti my walls,with imaginative release
vigorously creating a breathtaking masterpiece
But the bleeding call that happens to be MY beast?
Is rigor and lust and it escapes death slaking stature INSTEAD of peace!
i sigh..craving more of his calligraphy
an affinity for the taste of his eccentricity
Inside the waves fall over and tip me.
Infinity wastes nothing-- I invoke the ghost of Tesla to jest it raw and turn it into electricity!
and perhaps today im being just a lil bit devious
but i feel an overwhelming urge to deepthroat his..genius
I stand and clap this way! Your meanings bust and leave me in a TWIST!
With a flow to settle at the helm of me this splurge-- Keeping to the vote of a Queen and Mistress!
Comedown:
For tender balance
Any who were wowed at your kiss
Seeping their life notes, into your deep throat?
For my hopes each found the honor of a Goddess’s mouth of closure
Was cause to express their yes all over…
Massaging your neck and shoulders…
To send the energy and synergy back into you, Divine Beholder!
13th Apr 2013 6:19am
"Infinity wastes nothing" oh wow I could write a whole poem from that line alone...love love love your comment Sir Loki
You are extremely talented...my humbled thanks for you taking the time to read my thoughts and for such wonderful feedback...much appreciation :~)
You are extremely talented...my humbled thanks for you taking the time to read my thoughts and for such wonderful feedback...much appreciation :~)
