erotic fantasy

Nailed It

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I don’t know how, but you hit it…

No, I must say, you nailed it,

and it gets better each time,

in the rhythm a powerbeat,

your mouth, wisdom pounding

my own heartbeat, a breakthrough,

blowing melody in my sweet spot

through the saxophone sounding

a triumph awaiting our final coming

together we’ll fondle excitement

dance ourselves to empowerment…

All day, again and again, I bite my lip smitten by all the ways I can envision playing a game called “Sweet Spot” in which I suck all your sweets as my favorite treats.

(Reality readers: Wow, so easy to love this new track, to go sneak off and do it again and feel the energy that flows through my whole body as I listen (my naughty making my appetite so much more of a lustful  craze-crave, but I know I MUST behave!!!

Oh, how I long to play…

Funny, kid in bed and him in the garage, I’m alone on a Saturday night again. But, that’s ok, I’ll just pull out a little friend, who lights up my dark by showing me a door that opens me OUT of my world 🚪;)

Sweet Spot

In Sighs (erotic)

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Oh, so high! My love a flame, burning me in sighs with clouds flashing dreams while floating around in my mind. I’ve got that feeling, and I can’t get you out if my head, hiding, I howl my secret to a full moon…

you come into me, face-to-face, slow ‘n’ steady you slip, slip, slide your tip deeper and deeper and I watch your eyes feel my walls succumbing to your hardness as you fill me full, leaning down to begin thrusts of passion into my core, hips slapping our beat under the sheets, driving yourself into my soul, our bodies two colliding in a horizontal mambo…until you kissing my lips, push, push, pushing against my walls again and again filling me with a firey lust that makes me cum with a pent-up explosion…

Three wicks lit, dancing flames illuminate the shadows as a new pen touches a journal crisp with untold adventures yet to be concocted, as if my pen were able to take me there…ohhh, sigh

Wow, what a dream, what a man. I love to love the idea.

Merging Metaphors

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Fighting a war with my impulses now You’ve inspired me again. My muse, You win. I’ve lost control, sniff-licking the phone-mirror as if to inhale You like pink crystal meth, I have to catch my breath…

For days, You bounce dream to dream (even while I’m serving ice cream), tingles from You become part of everything!!That’s why talking to You terrifies me… 

Love, as You may know by now,

Feel You Up
Horny Toad (Hard to be me;)

Ok so yeeessss!!! Ridiculous, right. Living loving my dream life. God, you make my eyes smile as my heart dances with a double-beat.

Then, a mid-day snack with my nap, dreamt by surprise when at noon my body collapsed: Unbeknownst to me, you arrive through a halo-appearance, like on some Next Gen episode, and as our eyes lock, you begin to walk to where I sit, then, bending your erect, long body down to this broken frame, your one hand cradles the left side of my face, your arm encircles my shoulders, and you whisper, “Hello.” Every pair of eyes in the room, suddenly gone, as I glide the back of my fingers down both of your cheeks with a direct stare into your gentle gaze never letting go…

While you lean your lips upon mine, allowing me to taste every inch of you, I re-learn to give in, to invite the good feeling to actually pervade, trusting the end result is a love I didn’t have before, loving myself more…

(Honestly, me bubbling with mirth??? Absurd. So, here I am, on a sunny day after a horny-little cold-cry at a firey–joy from the hot image of your lips wet by mine…I know I’d love to lose control if I were to see you again in real life. Not that it matters, for you are more beautiful than someone this hopelessly inappropriate could ever deserve. Is it wrong to plead with hyperbolic intention, “Please, hear my words, I’d do anything to feel our metaphors merge.”)

Off to make rainbows 🌈

What I Want

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What I want is selfish, of course.

I want to play with your personality, like I’m your imaginary friend at recess.

I want to fondle your colors and tickle your hues.

I want to carress your aura enchanting you to envelop me.

I want to lick your spirit until you tease-teach me how to love a man.

One smell, one sniff of your glowing energy…

For but one night connecting with your light, I’d sell my soul to the devil and go to hell full.

the perfect pause

This was very liberating to write. I have struggled to find some light in my world today.

I wrote this poem this afternoon, and this evening, I connect with my Authentic truth:

My reflection begs I stop seeing myself through a home-brewed, skewed perception. I deserve better than to feel like someone’s torture.

It’s ok if I don’t get what I want, but I LOVE knowing what I want actually is…

More importantly, I sure as hell know what I don’t want!

And that makes all the difference.

a morning would…

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Eyes closed, steam wafting in my nose, I inhale, expanding my chest full-tight and curling my cup filled to rest upon my breast where my heart beats to your voice singing me awake.

I’m lost in a reverie of me holding you hard in my hands as you whisper, I need you…And nuzzling my neck until your mouth finds mine…OH me! OH my! So sublime.

(I wonder if you felt me before I came to indulge last night. Images of you pleasure endorphins to bounce with glee that I get to behold such beauty, the sweetest of the sweet brain, nay deep-body candy.

My naughty meets your beauty…

Now, that’s something I’d pay to see!!! A morning would do this to me;)

Let Em In

(Feel me knocking?)

proclivity

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My proclivity

eats my sanity,

to the point

I want to scream.

I feel a little devil within.

He tells me things!

It’s true! Naughty ones

between me and you,

lips rambling truth

plant together lovers

engaged in passion:

tickles, licks, nibbles

necks, chests, legs

down, up, back

slide, slippery wet

bouncing high

a fuck-fabulous

bed-banging ride

again and again

in and out, walls hot

oh, Oh, OH! I mount,

hard-cocked relief

pounding, moaning

I become a beast

sex-starved too long

I want more!

I want to do wrong!

Please, drill my core!

Fantasies whispered

only to me, we try

everything you need,

I fulfill YOUR dreams…

Authentic SELF Search

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I’ve been trying to emulate your spirit and use creativity to engender peace in my mind. In my search for a connection to my Authentic SELF, it’s easy to get lost, overwhelmed by some cerebral curse. A break of laughter nips the stress off, bringing needed relief, the perfect pause of some thoroughly pleasurable play, especially at the end of an arduous day. So, watching you work making magic, sends me to dream, a smile on my face, thinking of a happy place:)

I don’t trust

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I can’t even trust myself anymore. I’m so scared for the beginning to be the end. I revert to protecting my SELF. I doubt and I push and I cry:

“I have more to say, don’t go away! You’ll forget me in your world so full! You taught me to want to fly again! My fear tells me nothing good is for me so I must not be seeing things clearly. I can’t escape thinking of us meeting, please Zack, I’m pleading!”

Colorful dreams are all I can feel, for a mystical beauty is what you show me. Every image, every place, every instrument, every face, you exude a saving GRACE!

I want to tell you, but you’ll know, what I want doesn’t matter in my world. No matter how I try I can’t keep hope alive.

My 4th??? Maggots, no joke, invaded my garbage cans, then garage, after the refrigerator broke, fireworks canceled, everyone eracible but me, until alone I got bit by a bug poisoning my dream when I feel the most beauty.

Today hard long day, people challenging, emotions stale only family around picking on my flaws, but then, my sadness smells like flowers as I watch you sing, curing everything.

I’ll never make myself let go. No, so lovely a personality, you I can’t help but want to follow…even when you forget I exist.

I’ll build myself back up. I have to, always do. But, it’s easier with your words help.