erotica

seek & find

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I giggle, so damn tickled,

rolling hot, feel you fall

into my sweet spot,

teased tense, I clamp down,

and your hip beat slaps

my sweet, sweet spot

bam-bam-Bop

up…up…up

with a cherry POP!

But we don’t stop!

From my valley

to your rock-top,

together our possibilities

exploding inside my mind,

urging more seek & find…

You are my Srircha in this life;)

Sriracha

(Looking for a soup ingredient song, for music league is back on…this cracked me up, had to share, lol:)

Actually submitted this song…

Chicken and Dumplings

Per music league rules, of course, technically, chicken and dumplings are in soup too.

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.

Inspiration: E.E. Cummings

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The first poet who got my goat and really made me want to teach and write with a different kind of poetry is E.E. Cummings.

Years ago, I bought myself a small book called erotic poems e.e. cummings to spark some needed inspiration, but failed to find a spark let alone a flame of spark to build the desire.

For the first time I opened it today, needing out of my head in a big way, looking for inspiration that isn’t…Anyway, this is honestly the very first poem I read:

Layers of Beauty

here kitty

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I want to be your pussy cat, climbing up your chest pit-a-pat, nuzzling my nose across your skin to tickle-lick the nape of your neck, and with a head rub upon your lobe, my purrrr vibrates waves of cravings to your inner-ear, “I need you!” echos loud and clear…(Can you hear???)

You may not have a cat, but as a cat owner, woth Banchee there’s one thing of which I’m certain: at times there’s a NEED, not just a want to be pet, aggression when denied, staring at me as if I don’t love him, like I lied. I’m kinda like that.

When I think I’ve lost you, when I’m SURE that your gone, when I’m positive I will NEVER, EVER get to rub your head again, I transform myself into a kitty, and I pretend that I’m your only pussy friend.