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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
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spark in my eye
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Posted:Jul 21, 2015 4:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2015 12:13 am
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spark in my eye Soar above and beyond my tongue these inadequate words which leap to where you belong soaring beyond orbit of my thoughts a swirling aurora beyond nets to be caught almost as if a spark in my eye had become a comet cutting across the sky a simple inkling of something special and new abruptly brought into focus when you I view the whispers of thoughts behind my visage as with you in conversation engage makes the gap between Before and Now seems so insubstantial somehow for all the world filled with your presence mind and thoughts pickled in your essence before this Now there was no Time so there can be no regrets set in rhyme.
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Lips Red
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Posted:Jul 21, 2015 1:39 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2015 3:41 am
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Lips Red Let me drink from those lips red let me take this beauty to bed no unicorns or fairy tales here just the heat of two who are near these kisses sweet and soft arouse when tinder lit unable to douse the passion in this chest pursue fruits of you without rest firstly these kisses turn sharp and eager against each other bodies lever leg to leg and hips to hips begin the ride as deep inside slips kisses and sensual caresses successful yet have made you hot and humid and wet the first thrust sets the goal a slow driven hard piston into this hole an intimacy considered also beyond compare yet so small against the thoughts we share every inch of body trekked with eager brushes almost feeling faint as blood around body rushes ride my lap on edge of this bed rocking steadily as you throw back your head a groan of satisfaction fills my ears as the peak we seek so closely nears an orgasm to split our thoughts asunder to bring down this world like thunder in our ears the aural assault of lust rising moans and groans become words shrieked unsurprising in trust open self to deep wells of feeling never knew how deeply we were dealing as with a spurt and a rhythmic race taken we two so loudly are beyond faking melded by sweat and juices deep we collapse in a sated tangled heap search out each other's face for a lingering kiss lying back in embrace's warmth and this sensual eclipsed bliss.
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distance far
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Posted:Jul 20, 2015 9:04 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2015 9:08 pm
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distance far You count the messages sent out of sight from your day into their night aligning thoughts so easily an easy joining it is meant to be and yet between are oceans broad the distance far cannot be ignored with words of sweet delight we send our thoughts so bright and yet there is thunder and there is rain there is being apart and there is the pain is it fair to tease a tender heart with hope even as feel your own heart cannot cope on distance cold your feeling are hung even if same songs by both are sung knowing where your life is at can make the life wished a fantasy trap even as the words easy roll out even as heart and mind exuberant shout the chafing distance makes you fall aside as all the things in complicated life collide is there need in relationship for touch and kiss to deeper discover and unveil this spirits bliss to raise yourself beyond this here and now do you need kisses on her fair brow and every truthsayer wise would say that reality pitiless will grind away until there is nothing left between than words sent when we did gleam brighter than an Eastern Sunset a thought perhaps of life reset and then the obstacles real are felt a hard hand in this game is dealt want to stay in this gentle game live a while and in truth not give pain and yet it seems the many miles between shall craft a nightmare from a dream.
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F*** (the truth of obscenities)
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Posted:Jul 20, 2015 4:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2016 11:57 pm
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F*** (the truth of obscenities) A man or woman of words of course indicates a civilized tone not coarse of life lived soft and well and plump a considerate well mannered dispassionate lump and so into every life we should ensure to slip from the rough-cut sack of local lingo and jargon dip and collect a steaming fresh profanity or four so we can express our heartfelt feelings all the more when declared an artful joining of bodies neat instead rejoin it was a lovely fuck so bloody fucking sweet we fucked upon bed in lounge and along the fucking hall we fucked in chair on table solid and against the fucking wall a fucking delightful fuck wet and dripping and hot it was no other term could do such rampant copulation justice because sometimes we should shed our insincere civilized skins and live to our primal thoughts and deepest passions direct access give a person shallow and bland who cannot find a word blue probably knows too little of life and love to enjoy the view for life itself in all its forms is fucking marvelous and a true knight in boudoir should be fucking chivalrous and every hay-stack in every field should be marked in truth with a couple rustic fucking under the blue skies fucking roof say fuck the fucking fuck this and bloody that the truth is no swear words ever dislodged a hat words carry ideas and sentiments and dreams and sometimes in our fucking this fucker screams obscenities coarse as if suffering from fucking Tourettes in fucking deeply passionately civilized words this savage quite fucking forgets.
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normality
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Posted:Jul 19, 2015 7:04 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 4:35 am
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normality normality of day two hot drinks have to pay the cafe table at which we sit we chat for a bit sharing pieces of who we are nothing new or too bizarre I know I am restless and sense you can guess our words a scene plot our glances growing hot a leg against a leg brushes blood hot through body rushes hands on table top clasp thoughts would you gasp call out to god above entwined in passionate love do you lose all self control take on some other role is the bed a wild place or slow performance on edge of grace we both lean forward this first kiss over table awkward yet the whisper in the air scents I smell in your hair the entire day is of promise full the smiles we share deceptively cool for underneath our passions stir and new words seem to purr ready now for what next comes as to eros our line of thought succumbs.
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scents and tastes
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Posted:Jul 18, 2015 8:19 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 4:20 am
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scents and tastes those sticky thoughts of sticky skin of lips meeting in hungry greeting every kiss a wet wash of passion frothing and how the heat from skin expands a reflection of over active glands a line of sweat sweltering heat as wrestle close and taste you neat no flavouring needed no sugar or spice my favourite taste in kisses raw or burning embrace holding still to catch the dew fermented somewhere deep deep inside the scent around us an essence rich of heat tropical a sensuous mix a heady brew the scents and tastes of me and you.
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disrobing
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Posted:Jul 18, 2015 6:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2015 6:06 am
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No disney ride or carnival trip no play as we watch each other strip nervousness and indecision clash as new lines of skin we flash the smiles consider you and what I might view leaning in a kiss that burns every doubt it overturns
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angels of ecstasy
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Posted:Jul 16, 2015 10:30 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2015 8:38 am
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angels of ecstasy scarlet ribbons in your mind these lines on skin not unkind the red and heated marks cooling of where in passion we have been fooling somewhere in your fevered state your hands as claws down my back did rake I never noted for so intent on kisses raw which mark your throat though no blood did draw this boudoir is not a torture chamber more sensual trips is what we aim for but sometimes we are possessed and then no foul just lust professed a kiss and suck and legs astride we have a ragged rocking robust ride sometimes a bruise will come of that probably from banging on the floor so flat need to ensure a heavier rug is laid down protect soft skin from hard un-giving ground while this strange feeling in my shoulder pulled a muscle a sign of getting older while lifting you or reaching over further for another touch caress or stroke or just for more by devils of our own inside we are driven or angels of ecstasy with desires deep given the pleasure here is in equal measure of the pleasures gained in gentle times and soft snuggled close and exploring mouth and lips and tongue your questing fingers answering how well or less I am hung who would have thought these poetic words not simply used for describing your lovely curves instead exploring how in living we fornicate to the edges of pain as loving free we celebrate.
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cinders rising
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Posted:Jul 14, 2015 9:05 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2015 9:41 pm
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cinders rising falling cinders bright as meteors rising and scatter across deep night sky brush of heat from golden firelight lies across my body as a blanket warm turning meet these lips of dream red and sorcerous against skin of cream the night spirits dance around the fire built on holiest of ground your kisses as fire my thoughts reduce after wine of talk my body you seduce no innocents here as I play my part to the crackle of burning wood we start hotter than the fire and fiercer than night wind against each other we both in loving bend Time dismissed by witchcraft of this place witchcraft of touch and kiss make heart race sensual exposition tracing you as a world from Pole to Pole upon your beauty kisses hurled the restraints of a modern life set aside as together in comforting darkness we lied tracking sensual script across you warm skin your murmurs become moans as passion let in the cinders above our heads flame to dark these kisses wanton leave a lover's stamp and mark in morning wake with red lines where passion caught as your body in matched lust was caught kisses and caresses and movements of me and you when beneath night sky beside fire we made love true.
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the myth of NSA
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Posted:Jul 14, 2015 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2015 4:36 am
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the myth of NSA You simply want a cock something to inside you pop bring fireworks and stars smooth away previous scars yet then the questions begin how big will it be when it goes in does it come with hair or without are you quiet in bed or do you shout have you drunk or smoked can you tell a real good joke and what salary do you earn will we all in hell burn what became of NSA no strings attached they say seems they want to find each string discover what makes you weep or sing and then the cock in need diminished deflated and flaccid before we are finished this zipless fuck does not exist we cannot a relationship resist even minimal requirements of sanity demand to know the person from which extrudes this gland for there is more than bits to each of us or else why would there be such a fuss.
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In Here (*erotic prose)
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Posted:Jul 13, 2015 1:08 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2015 11:13 pm
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In Here Outside a wind chill and harsh does blow, and inside we lie spread across this bed. The heater purrs through floor vents, so the bed clothes we have cast aside.
I begin to trace your lines, along the obvious, down the spine. My warm hands stroke, and smooth, and roll across your buttocks curve. You stir a little, perhaps disturbed, perhaps more awake than you convey, and then spread your legs slightly wider.
My hand again strokes down the length of spine, a potter's caress over the richest most malleable clay. I hear you breath, and relax anew, and beyond your buttocks again I reach.......sliding over, feel heat from beneath, and as your legs are slightly apart along inner thighs my fingers, stroking, dancing, reach. A while they stay, feather-light brushing back and forth, and then those inquisitive fingers, and obedient hand, track along spine to shoulders.
I sense in you a slight impatience, a wanting and needing, and desiring more substance; and so lower my head.
Upon your shoulders kisses, tasting, leave, and then upon your throat direct - more kisses to your rest divert......and upon your brow, and down to cheek, and then tracking around our lips meet. Wet, and hot, and full, I could kiss, and kiss, and kiss, these lips and tongue tip forever and a day, and yet there is more sensual acts in the bedroom in this play.....
My lips retreat, and then my hands, both sliding from shoulders, cross either side of the spinal lands, caressing and stroking as they descend, toward your buttocks curve anew; that sweet rear end.
And as I reach this point I hear your breath pause, notice your legs spread wider once more, a welcome call.
My hands sweep over hips and waist, then with no time wasted, slip over the mound beneath you concealed, and stroking firmly feel the humid tropical damp, where I will, when times allows, my mouth in tasting, devouring and passion hungry, clamp until my tongue is weary and you are tender,
For now I raise your hips, and stroke across that molten core, sensual caresses, neither too hard nor too light, knowing just how your senses to excite. A playful finger draws within that hot well, stroking the walls and lifting the rising dew, and spreading with tiny swirling circles the nectar within.....
Without any further prompting you raise your hips higher, shift your knees to raise your buttocks, indicating your desire, your heat, and the shine of your skin, the warmth and succulent taste, makes me as aroused as you, The scents of us, fill the bedroom warm, while outside it is chill and cold.
Placing a pillow under you, I slide behind and slightly atop; taking my own weight on my arms astride your body,....then slowly, teasingly, slip into the well moistened, dripping,, sensitive cup.....at the entrance my hardness gently rubs, back and forth, almost imperceptible in depth, not plunging in,....... begin feeling the short moves sensuous of your hips trying to draw me in further.....and then at point where you push back to the rhythm set, I move deeper, to the deepest thrust, my hardness settles yet.....
you begin to move in time to my own natural free rutting, as each in this rhythm caught, and pace begins to accelerate, and your breath is growing shorter, and you are clinging to bed-sheets as you piston your hips back and forth, and deeper I slide, and the clean thrusts, mixed with those where I vary direction and weight, to move over all sensitive spots, and touch all, as we mate....
and then, as I hear you begin to cry out for release, an exclamation marked shout, my fingers slip beneath you anew, beneath the beauty of you, and thumbing, rubbing, rolling, upon your clitoris, a bellows of sparks added to the fire set.....
the blaze no more apart or sense of rational thought, in throes of passion volcanic we are caught, embracing and riding these abruptly rising waves, till peak is reached, and all rest of world ceases to be.....
....as I cling to you, and you cling to me, our breathing ragged, and bodies soaring,..
....for brief moments eclipsing all imagination.......
....and then we fall to bed once more, tangled, and smiling, and snuggle close....for outside it is raining, and a chill is in the air, and how cold it seems outside; and how warm and safe and true in here.
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deeper shade of blue
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Posted:Jul 12, 2015 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2015 5:59 am
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deeper shade of blue My old slate holds all tales recounts victories and the many fails what could have been and what was each win it seems balanced by a loss so when I see your face and lips red why do these thoughts anew rear their head thoughts dead and dreams set aside in an enthanasian act of suburban suicide now your curves and words attract the careful heart snared in a trap a painful trap to well the wiser head knows and yet the younger heart still goes alive with the hope of something new perhaps a hint of a deeper shade of blue how the mystery in your eyes I have to learn how for companionship the lonely heart does yearn those sensual lips of yours red and full and sharp wielded truly might return edge to this blunt heart what is there to lose this time but time and not to use time so would be the greater crime to allow a life half lived as your life to stand to accept the dull conventional and the bland reject this chance of passion and desire smother completely the heart's raw fire so when I see your face and lips red the decision made in heart and head to live without guards and in you trust before acidic time signals dust to dust chance to be a comet across a life stark so others examining can see passion's mark feel the pulse and heat of blood flowing at the edge of the sea on the verge of going attempt once more to taste the deeper shade of blue explore sensual dreams within and between me and you.
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love's sensual currency
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Posted:Jul 12, 2015 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2015 10:54 pm
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love's sensual currency holding you in the cold was it drink made us so bold to blur friendship's lines kisses turning like twisted vines around each other we blend all harsh words and thoughts mend kisses melting upon your lips tongue in passion slips words of passion drowned as against each other ground tactile morse code of brushes you to me and I to you crushes time an abstract beyond us as breathes lost in tingling kiss a hand crosses and slips onto skin fires started when this kissing begin each touch sets the fire soaring in head a constant lusting roaring legs on legs entwining tight this moment makes life and night who cares if my arm trapped by wall we are at Eros's command and call each kiss an imprint on memory each caress love's sensual currency we hold and the fire in eyes tells all truth no lies there is a heat within flowing out a life desiring a chorused shout breathless we wind our way through empty night streets to day never straying far from lips or hug warmed life never felt so snug holding you beyond the night's cold time in which we never grow old.
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