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Monday, December 20, 2010

Touch Me Tuesday Poem and Song "Crash Into Me"

















After enjoying this song and a poem on ladysiri blog, I
was inspired to do my own version of this song and my
own poem...
Please check out ladysiri blog at http://ladysiri.blogspot.com/
Push Play Please...

Kisses of want,

Turn into kisses of passion...

Kisses of passion,

Turns into kisses of lust...

Kisses of lust,

Turns into kisses of unconditional love...

Softly touch my trembling body,

Touch it firmly, roughly, as surreal sensations crash inside my mind, crash inside my loins...

Run your fingers through the soft curls of my hair,

Ease them over the width of my exposed bosom,

Letting their swell crash into the palm of your hands...

Grip my bosom firmly,

Grip them until my lungs moan of pleasure,

Strum soft gentle touches over the erectness of my hardened nipples,

Then swallow them into the soothing heat of your mouth...

Lay my heaving, naked body down on the still of the mattress,

Cover its nakedness with passionate bites, deep suction, while showering it with docile wet kisses,

With the pink tip of your tongue, leave a hot wet trail to my glory...

Hips buck,

Lungs quietly scream, as the tip of your tongue drink deeply in the swell of my wishing well, making waves of pleasure, "Crash into me"...

Bring your sex and push it into mines,

Let it fall into my wet hidden depths until it crashes all the way into me...

Thrust your hips slowly,

Thrust your hips softly,

Thrust your hips with gentleness,

Thrust your hips with loving strokes, letting your sex slowly-softly-gently-lovingly, "Crash into me"...

Passion swells,

Lust roar,

Love consumes,

As their mythical sensations crash... Deep into me...

Lips crash into lips,

Breast crash into chest

Hips crash head on,

As orgasmic waves crest;

Then "Crash into me", leaving our sexes soaking wet...

Graveled moans,

Follow deep gyrating thrust; crash your swelling sex deep into my sex...

Hips crash into each other one last time as bodies’ tremble and shake,

Lungs groan as the walls of my sex feel the swollen sides of your sex deeply palpitating,

My mind quietly screams, as my haven feels the heat of your white hot seed,

Crash into me....



Sunday, December 12, 2010

Prelude To A Scream .......... Retort to Prelude To Wet ...

Music softly echoes into my ear,

As bodies rest from their last dance,

Bodies stir as they untwine...

Eyes open and finds yours deeply engaging them,

The alluring smirk on your face tells me sleep, is a distance thought…

Eyes of brown stare deep into mines, as a single fingertip ease across my brow like a lonely teardrop slowly descending down my cheek all so softly,

Leaving a trail of slightly stinging tingling flesh behind it....

It eases across the nape of my neck, then tenderly twirls through the hair on the back of my head,

Suddenly it departs, leaving me lonely and hungry for more of your tender touches....

Big brown eyes slowly depart from mines,

As they drift away, I feel them swallowing all of me in, making my nakedness feel... naked,

They keep drifting downward, capturing every curve of the flesh that covers the masculinity of my skeleton...

Eyes catch a glance of the pinkness of your tongue peaking out, while moistening the cotton soft surface of your lips,

They watch your head lower; your lips part open, just as the reach their destination, my lungs quietly moans as they secure my nipple between them...

My body twists in a jerky motion, as I feel the sensitive of the tip of my nipple sucked into the moist heat of your mouth...

As it becomes erect, a single fingertip swirls over my right nipple,

My back bows inward as surreal sensations rush through my loins, rush up my spine, causing my center mass to slowly rise from its deep slumber,

Mmm, you moan as your eyes feast on the effects your actions has had on my body...

Big brown eyes now fixate on the growth between my thighs as my mass length grows inch, by inch, while its girth thickens...

Soft fingertips grip around the swell of my mass; they slowly slide up and down the soft smooth surface of its sides,

Quite moans now emulate subdued graveling groans...

Suckling kisses surrounds my nipple; one then the other, making two feel as one...

My inner fire grows from a soft glow to a roar of a wild fire, as the soft palms of your hand manipulate the outstretched mass between my legs...

Right hand reaches out, fingertips search then finds your head, they intertwine into the fullness of your hair,

After securing a firm grip, they direct your lips over the center of my throbbing mass...

Without further hints, your tongue flick on the center of my mass mushroom head,

Mmm you moan, as you taste the wet prelude of my inner seed...

Lips lock on the bare surface of my mass,

They rest on its sensitive ridge for a second, then slowly move side to side as your tongue dart across my mass bare head,

Audible moans escape past my lips, as electrified sensations rocket through my extremities...

As your head drops downward, my legs slowly rise upward,

Down, up, down, up your head slowly bobs, each time leaving more of my mass shaft wet...

Loins tighten, the fire inside rages out of control, my hand pulls your head up high, before the fire can explode...

My arm pulls your body on top of mine, then tenderly roll you over while our lips meet and greet with deep embraces,

Once my body is over the center of yours, I feel your fingertips surround my mass and guide it between your thighs...

A soft thrust pushes my wet mass into the slippery wetness between your legs, as it first enters your domain, the surreal sensations takes our breath away....

Chest rest on ample breast, hands caress the roundness of your derriere tightly, pulling your hips deeply into mines,

As my dripping wet shaft girth opens the tightness of your slippery wetness, it falls deep into its depths,

The prelude to your screams begins...

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Tender Touch Tuesday.... Prelude To Wet ... By Sayble ........


The thought of your touch lightly caressing my skin makes me tingle

Fantasies assuage my psyche all as sundry not just single

Your warm, delicious lips dancing a trail along my neck

Mmmmmm baby, elicits a responding chord so deep it makes me wet

Your questing hands move lower to my golden brown chocolate tip twins

Your head dips down for not to taste would be a sin

The nipples you twist and twirl on your magical tongue

Remembering that there are two tips not just one

Your hands travel lower to my quivering waist

Thoughts circling around our heads not definitely chaste

This dance we’ve danced many times before

Makes you, my darling, the greatest maestro of this score

For your gentle hands, your tongue, your lips

Orchestrate frantic movements from my hips

Begging you to join us together as one

The look in your eyes, the shake of your head telling me this song has just begun

My tempting body you’ve just begun to sample

Of honey, chocolate, sweet flowing nectar there is ample

The journey has taken you down, down below

Tears fall from my eyes, it’s my center I want you to kiss not my toes

The maestro wouldn’t be great if he just went in for the kill

So he takes his time, warms the instrument of my desire with his infinite skill

He knows what he’s doing he sucks one toe then makes his way to all ten

My body begins weeping in arousal again and again and again

Then he moves back up…..slowly headed north

Making frequent stops along the way up my calves, knees, and thighs with his mouth

‘Le petit mort’ claimed me so many times I lost count, I think it was three

He wouldn’t let me go, kept pushing the button had me climbing up a tree

Finally with a smile and a kiss he heads to the spot

That’s burning up, so decidedly hot

My parted thighs he watches as he gets ready…gets set

To spear the fountain that’s oh so wet

His prelude he has played like a master from old

Now his score he will start from beginning to end to me he told

Just when I think it is over

He will surprise me and go to the Coda

The music swells as it reaches steady crescendo

I can’t help but breathe a shrill, repeating OHHH

At the end of the music where the score says fini

His bow pulsed and throbbed pushing forth his seed

With his well oiled bow he has mastered his set

And this time he has made me soaking…..wet

This Poem Was Written By My Poetic Guest Sayble...

Friday, December 3, 2010

Waiting .......... Prose Poem .........


Heaviness follows me as thoughts of you reflects inside my mind,

Extended weight rest on my leg as feelings of wanting streams through my loins...

Release could be in an instant, with a helping hand,

But how does one replace the intimacy of two...

Two bare flesh leaning against each other,

Two set of lips embracing in a soft slow dance,

Two tongues tenderly hugging, while fluid exchanges from one orifice to the other,

Two sexual flesh meeting as one,

While the soft touches of fingertips reel in sensations from the fathomless depths inside ones soul...

Fingers ride on top of the stretch smooth surface of my heaviness; it can feel the steady rhythmic heartbeat of my wanting as it bobs up and down in the still of the air...

Wanting you crowds my mind, as the pain of not having you burns like a forest fire deep inside my loins...

I want, but I cannot have...

I need, but all I can do is want...

I lust, for my need of two...

They say a mind is a terrible thing to waste,

But longing for another without acting, precedes all wastefulness...