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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Touch Me Tuesday Pic and Poem .. Crash Into Me...

As his hips profoundly crashed into mine
Enraptured sensations scurry up my spine
My womb became inundate with womanly fluid
My mind is blanketed with lustrous visions
While his voluminous endowment ravished my womb....

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Touch Me Tuesday Pic and Poem... Ponderous ... Prose Poem

It weighted heavy in my hand, even heavier on my mind,

As my mind dwelled on its size inside me...

Stretching my small space wider then it has every been,

Pushing against my depths and still have length to spare,

But at the same time, it was still intriguing...

Its size had my mouth drooling,

My womb spilling over with dampness,

As my mind played the scene of him taking me from behind,

And sliding his enormity deep inside my heat,

Making me scream in passion pain,

Making my cream run down my thighs, from the sharp surreal sensations between my legs,

Making my hips bulk, as my knees go weak,

As he thrust all so deep inside my pink dragon with reckless abandonment...

But for now I'm happy just holding a firm grip on it,

Sliding my fingers up and down the flesh of its smooth taut girth,

Feeling the power of its deep pulsation's in the palm of my hand,

While I day dream about my pink dragon being slain many times,

By his big black blade...

Friday, June 17, 2011

Touches... Oddquain Poems

Slow touches
Stir emotions of
Scandalous thoughts of you and

Swell with the
Richness of my blood
With captivated thoughts of

Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines

Thursday, June 9, 2011

French Quaters ... Pose Poem 4Frenchy...

Image Heisted From Frenchy's Secret Garden

Key in hand unlocked the door he had closed behind him months ago,
As he stood in the open doorway, the gleam in his eyes sadden,
His anticipation of her standing there waiting to greet him wearing nothing but her exposed glory was dashed...
Quietly he called out her name, but she did not answer...
He closed the door behind him and walked down the long lonely hallway,
As he came to the hallway end, he heard quiet muffled noises of sexual play...
Expecting the worst he quietly turned the corner, then froze in place in astonishment...
There she was, lying in the middle of the hardwood floor, entertaining her self with self-pleasure...
Her eyes were closed, her soft painted lips suckled on the fingertips of her right hand, as her left hand gingerly dipped into her havens wake,
Her hips gyrated irregularly; her lungs inhale in a raspy gasp, letting him know her body was closing in on sexual closure,
Just as her back arched inward, the softness of her voice moaned his name, then her body shuttered and quaked with thunderous shock waves of sexual release....
In absolute silence, he stood in place and watches her body go dead limp...
Her body lay on the floor motionless, her breast deeply heaved in and out; his eyes caught the flight of a single tear of joy sliding down her cheek, as her thoughts of him rushed into her mind,
Suddenly her eyes flew open, her body tensed up with unaware freight...
Eyes of ocean blue was looking into his, her body starts to shiver from the sensation of his deep sea anchor rapidly falling into her wet depths,
A quiet moan eases into his mouth, as their lips engage into a deep wet French kiss that they will taste for the eternity...
Lips part, a loving smile crosses her face, moments before a deep groan grips her lungs, as keen sensations of the last inch of his swell fell inside her comfort...
Her eyes close... Her buttocks tightens... As her body prepared itself for the ride of its life...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Touch Me Tuesday (3) ... Pic and Poem

You stand naked before me,

With the thickness of your length, towering outward before my eyes,

Bouncing high in the air with pulsation's of anticipation,

Its veins thick from fast flowing blood, flowing up to its ballooning head...

Your eyes stare in a fixate glance, that seems to swallow all of me at once,

As your ample fingertips patiently wait at your side,

Knowingly they will soon be roaming freely, endlessly, across the vastness of the exposed flesh of my body,

Climbing my hills, walking through my valleys, and diving into the current of my river...

My expose tongue wets my lips, as my fingertips awaken my flesh,

In anticipation, of your first touch...