Warmth swells
then seeps
across my chest
like GOO melting
the cold heart
beneath with the
effect of Your DING
unsheathed–
A sound Oh so
pleasurable!
I cup my breast
and squeeze
You held hard
between…
Here, my Love
will always be.
erotic poetry
Hard Waiting
GIVE UP!
I find it
HARD waiting…
In my face,
(like a bullet)
You come
fucking around
my brain
diddling
with your face
to eat the space
between
You and me.
Mourning Mist
Missed you are,
I have to say.
Mourning mist with
my eyes closed
wet by my cry…
Now, You I find:
Droplets glisten
on lustrous skin
newly cleaned
Just for me!
I drink a lick
from your neck
teeth massage
as you slide in
slow pushes, long
with kisses, caresses
spinning me round
atop Your cock
a bounce to hop
You in and out,
up and down,
Your hand guiding
my ass rock,
I arch You deeply
fitting you keylocked
COMPLETELY
an eruption we build
fucking each other
HARD, HARD filled
PUSH, OH!
PUMP, OH!!
YES! OH, OH, OH!!!
How I want to hear
You cumming inside,
moaning in my ear!
I must confide.
(To You: Not feeling you makes life dark, like I’m mourning the loss of you just before every morning light, yelling while sleeping, “HELP!” But, you’re not longer listening. I wish for a moment to feel your light glistening,)
Upload my Shame
A thought late at night keeps me awake, so here I came to upload my shame:
You are my favorite fantasy,
And, my worst nightmare.
You’re a flame I love to fuck with,
But, I feel the burn of you.
I can never look. I can never touch.
Some nights the yearn slow crawls
Between my legs, through my core hole,
Stirring tickles into the story of my soul.
Left alone, I wonder if you’re full
Or like me separate from fulfilled…
Slather Me Slick
Slather me in anti-aging lotion
next
Use your strong, thick finger tips
and
Make my skin suck it in beneath
then,
My muscles aching melt with you
for
You made slick this ol’ hippychick.
Blunt
rolled thick
PERFECT
between
my lips
You sit
quiet
waiting
to be lit
then,
Sucked
in HOT
my window
steamy
mouth dries
creamy…
swollen sweet…
dreamy.
Oh, how
I miss
Your taste
on my tongue!
OH, how
I long.
(To You: Do you recall the time I picked you up in Downtown Chicago? Under a bridge, parked on the side of the road, you in my…well, to be blunt, you made me fly high in that memory;)
OH, how
I dream
of your chest…
watching
you dress
in my bedroom
after sex,
muscles tight,
your movements
making my eyes
hypnotized…
inside I’m dying
to grasp
your thick thighs
as you enter me
again
and again
and again,
oh, oh, OH,
how I need
You now.
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