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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Bond of lust ........ Repost

Eyes unable to see through the silken scarf
Soft cushion cuff bounds your arms upward
Ample breast rest as its extensions point upward
Mainly for my pleasure, your legs remain free, to ease getting into the position of my pleasure
First a taste of pinkish tips, erect and awaiting the arrival of my lips embrace
Long sweeping lashes from the tip of my tongue, gently twist and swirls around their tender edges, between my lips gentle suckling on their erectness
Echoes of moans, vibrate thru my ear, as my tongue taste the soft flesh of feast bestowed in front of me
While lingering, my lips suckle on the flesh of your breast
Back arching, arms teased to the point its muscle veins try to push out its protected layer of flesh
A burning electrified trail follows my tongue descent
A dimple in the road is suckle, tease and licked, as your legs twist and contort, while squeezing my sides
Still spiraling downward toward you haven slit, stopping only to part your slit layer of protective hair
Hips buck, as the heat from my moisten tongue passes your sweet spot, a dismaying sigh, as the heat keeps spiraling downward to your inner thigh
Suction lures a painted toe into the warmth of my moisten mouth
Moans ring out as the tip of my tongue taste its texture, between moans the rest are randomly tasted for flavor
Legs spread wide like the wings of an eagle, as my legs slides under yours
A slow entry past swollen moisten lips, I sigh, you gasp as your corridor is crowded by "the beast stuck in me" intrusion
Heavy moister, heat, pressure, "the beast stuck in me" endures as it slide down your taut pink flesh walls
Slow rhythmic roll of the hips, seats "the beast stuck in me" deeper, bringing your pleasure up slowly
A sudden suction surrounds a nipple, an intense sensation travels down your spine, a astound gasp escapes your lips
Your body wet with desire, surrenders with "the beast stuck in me"passing and the soft tip of my fingers touching your secret place simultaneously
Our slow rhythmic pace quickens, as our heart beats race
A deeper plunge to bring up your pleasure, as our bodies swell with irrepressible lust
Like a plane caught in a fierce thunderstorm, your body rides on top of mines rolling, shaking, vibrating, dipping upward, tumbling downward, but steadily holding it's course
Deeper penetration awaits as legs widen, hips move as one as the anticipation of your release spirits you onward, as our passion soars to a higher plain
Orgasmic release surge through your body, as 'the beast stuck in me" soars in and out the river of your sweet nectar
A deep plunge of reckless abandon, excavates an intense orgasmic release from the abyss of your damp walls, while your body becomes unyielding to bend...
With blinding quickness, captive, your arms are no longer
A pillow, hips heightened, absolute penetration, an unforgiving squeeze on the "beast stuck in me" dripping flesh, as it quickly ease down the tautness of your pink walls
The "beast stuck in me" rides deep in your clear nectar; each thrust brings me closer to absolute ultimate release
Soaring is our passion, but lust has the upper hand as our bodies collides head-on with the force of two steam locomotive trains
Body temperature rising, flesh covered with heavy dew, passionate dance quickens with urgency
Taut soft breast touched by gentle finger tips, flat contours of your stomach leads way to the tender inside of your thighs
Body caress completely on the outside, while the inside of your havens corridor is caress fully by "the beast stuck in me"
Roll, dip, thrust, stroke our bodies move in this precise dance, while our passion release comes to closure
Finger tips dig into my thigh flesh as my hips are pulled toward yours, pulling "the beast stuck in me" deeper into it's quest for our uncompromising release
Like a river dam break, your nectar floods out your havens gate, tautness surrounds "the beast stuck in me"
Hands squeeze your waistline; your body is pulled into a deeper collision
Hot, liquid white texture fills the inside of your haven silky walls, with a continues burn from my loins core into the core of your sweet haven
A passionate gasp is inspired from deep inside your lungs, by the heat of my fiery liquid washing down your sensitive walls
Quakes travels through both bodies, until our passion release is done, making us a body of one
Passion dissipates, lust rest, but its hunger always lingers....

Monday, November 23, 2009

Breathless .... Prose Poem










Fragrance of musk












Friday, November 13, 2009

In Wait .... Prose Poem

I lie in wait

Waiting for you to open the bedroom door, and see the silhouette of my naked flesh beneath the silken sheet, under the soft glow of the candlelight's

As the door swings slowly open, your eyes stare at the the imprint of the rise of my round breast, and the length of my erect nipples pointing upward toward the sky

My eyes watch yours slowly fall, as they trace the outline of the smooth flesh covering my stomach, then wonder downward and fixate on the thickness of my wanting thighs

You smile, then start to quickly undress in front of me

Once your shirt is pulled off, I see the shape of your chiseled chest, your taut washboard stomach muscles, and just as my eyes start to feast on the muscles bulging in your arms, your pants fall to the floor

The room is dead silent, as my eyes fixate on the flesh that lies between your legs, as it strains to push itself out the confines of the cotton fabric that's straining to hold it in place

Moister is felt between my legs as my mind wonders what will happen next, will my body be bathed from head to toe by the warmth of your smooth twisting tongue, or will you take me like a salvage beast and drive your harden flesh deep inside the fiery eclipse between my legs, until my body succumb to it's sexual torture

The soft look in your eyes says you will make tender love to my mind and not just what lies between my inner thighs, but as your shorts fall and the beast that extend from your torso springs out and throbs wildly in the air, It makes me think you are about to make a quick feast of me

You blow out all but one candle, then slowly pull the sheets off my naked shivering flesh

My eyes close as your fingertips tenderly touch my face, while your lips taste the flavor of my mines

Suddenly you hesitate, my eyes open and wonder into yours...

Your eyes don't blink, nor do they stare back into mines, leaving my mind to anticipate...

Friday, November 6, 2009

Quest ... Picture Poem .... (Prose)

Dark skies

Bright distance stars

A full moon shines through the open blinds

And illuminate the darkness in the room...

Wicket thoughts

Soft touches

Erases clothes off bare flesh

Hands trembling

Lips meshing

Tongues dancing

As fingers probe the nakedness of their flesh...

Lungs gasping

Breast nipples inhaled into hot moist mouth…

Zipper zips downward

Meaty flesh girth surrounded by soft fingertips

And stroked with firmness

Body shivers

As lungs inhale...




Lurks in the darkness of the room...

Hard meets soft





Meets deep strokes…

Wetness covers dryness of stretched sheer flesh

Hips move in synchronize movements

As moisten breast flesh

Collides with the wetness of bare chest flesh...

Minds drift into space

As the carnal dance of passion

Glides in the moonlight

That illuminates the darken room

Souls hover over naked flesh

Intrigue by passion quest

Screams reverberate off the room walls

Moans deafens ears

Groans vibrates bed mattress

As the sounds of lovemaking

Consumes the silence in the room...



Breathe taking away...



White seed overflows her volume...

Silence again rules the darkness in the room

As the soft rays of the moonlight

Recycles their passion quest...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

No Mas ... Prose Poem

Lust doesn't have any patients

Desire doesn't care

Passion is the fuel

Release is the only option

To sexual gratification

Monday, November 2, 2009

Lustful ........ Oddquain Poem (Double Tier)

Pushes my desire
Desire grows higher
Higher turns to inner fire
Urgent gyration
Intense ejaculation

Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem

consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines