Poem - Page 2

I come inside her. We both moan, my heart's weeping. I'm planning to leave. ~ • ~ Alone with my hand. Memories meet fantasies. Splashing liquid hope. ~ • ~ Seeking an orgasm, I read a new sex story, Get hooked on the plot

Requiem I only have eyes for you my sweet lover. I would fall to my knees over your grave as it rained on me crying clothes drenched wanting you back. This I promise you I would show you so much with my Phoenix passion. My lust for you is toxic

in silky lace and black rope, To please her Master in the morning, being her hope; Her Master was asleep, all hustled in bed, No idea of his love’s plans in his head, No idea that while he slept, she slipped away, Her mind filled with thoughts of nothing but play, on the coming Christmas day

She stands an oddity in the corner of the gallery, Blue feathers in the mask over her face, Peering out with eyes as equally as blue. Is there pleading there? The eyes search the faces of all walking through the gallery, Some laugh at her as others lust for her

Being To thought and being That we are And we call ourselves complete And tout ourselves The whole world is invincible So who are we It comes out glib and steady We are so strong..

Don't think she has one She loves all of them and she hates almost none But I think she prefers having her legs spread wide Her pussy wide open, her hair to one side And then you just fuck her! That's all there is to it Don't overthink strategies, dive in and do it She'll love it, I promise

Whoa, momma! I really like this fella. His mind, his body, his soul, Oh, even it looks good, that mole. Look at me baby, Ain't no need to be lazy. I'll take care of you, When you're feelin blue, Everything you go through I will too

morphing Imaginary… Only my memory Torturing me… Grabbing my hair Fucking my mouth Until I choke On his shaft In my throat Gagging, contracting, squeezing Tears streaming Saliva dripping Smack! Smack! Smack! Across my face “Who’s your Daddy, Bitch?!” A muffled… “Ooou Raawr

I miss you. sort of. i do miss you but very superficial sort of. i don't miss you as a person. i miss the idea of you. i miss having someone to talk to into the late nights up to 5o clock in the morning i miss..

Silence pervaded the two lovers, while they committed themselves to this symbiotic relationship to each other. No words are exchanged, nothing. Just kisses of passion full of lust and desire

I am numb, I am singing, I am happy, I am smiling, I am laughing, I am, I am, I am Hmmmyes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh so very yes! It is so beautiful to feel, to experience, to receive such pleasure

My Little One My Little one. So tender and young. Hair like silk, Within my clutched hand. Your lips, A soft bed, My tongue explores. Porcelain skin, So soft, Beneath these, Strong wise hands. Touch you. Map your perfection. Tastes your confection

MICHELE FELT PRETTY SORE WHEN SHE AWOKE THE NEXT DAY. THE PREVIOUS AFTERNOONS TIT FUCK HAD TAKEN IT OUT OF HER AND TODAY STEVE HAD BOOKED HER IN TO HAVE HER NIPPLES PIERCED. SHE STRUGGLED TO THE BATHROOM, UNDRESSED AND SHOWERED

Cigarette and coffee one The dark night creeps slowly over my weary soul. My sandal feet rise and fall lifelessly. Walking on a crowded noisy street, yet deserted and silent. Sounds blend to become one

and by Sergio (LtnScorpio4x) JAZZIE likes Boys who play in the Band They take her places other boys can’t They rock her, move her, and shake her to the beats of their drums They stir her into frenzy, and when they sing, their words tremble her, and swoon her too, and they know what they do