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Poetry 🔥🔥🔥
But the fire up above
Extra HOT 🔥🔥🔥
this thread is too hot lady D.
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The Stylization of Self
by Lauren Hynde
Breathe
the burnished steel of our bed,
as metallic glow pours from the picture-box
and rearranges us in formalized poses,
reflecting graphs of chromium-coated skin
backlit in diagrams of thermonuclear weapons
that flash in blurred ellipses
over sections of our bodies,
The curve of an exposed breast
The soft cushion of a buttock
The arch of a damp perineum
reminders of fresh sensual quarries:
You clasping my breasts to a single globe
the moisture on your lips as you descend
and engulf my stiff nipples,
distracting me from these out-of-character acts.
Your body framed within the contours of my own,
flashing hundreds of perspectives
of flickering mouths, necklines, navels, tongues.
You encage yourself in the fork of my thighs,
break codes hidden in my musculature.
My hands memorize the geometry of your ****
and enclose its radius within my vulva,
drowning our sexuality in the light
of soft-drink commercials multiplied across
the glistening surface of my rising and falling buttocks.
'The Cold War is over'
announces the man in television
(but we know better)
Our semi-metallic body parts interact in new junctions.
You slap me, try to force your flaccid **** into my ****,
middle finger looking for my anus along the parabola of my cleft,
your empty face clicks on and off in masks of anger and distress.
Your semen runs down my left thigh onto the pool
of sweat and synthesized intimacy soaking the silk sheets below.
Your head swings in my direction, as if remembering,
but you are silent:
it doesn't really matter for people like you.
For people like us
Our space is minimalist,
anonymous and functionalist to the core,
a colourless
frozen reminder of texture,
and torn pages of countless novels
line the wall over our bed,
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Fragments Of Reality
by Lauren Hynde
Sun shone on the beach of old,
on a sea as young as us...
Under an awning of gulls
Desires were stripped and dressed up...
On your body and on my own,
crystallized,
glittering without sin,
the salt of our kisses...
A boat, glimpsed in the distance
sailing the fate of finding its berth.
Soft breeze returned from the pinewood
smelling of resin.
And the music of the waves,
silently,
almost heartfelt,
resonated in the dog-whelk,
in the beach.
At dusk, on the edge of the cliffs,
temples of immolation,
we burned the remains of the fire...
And smoke, as it rose from the embers
made more ethereal the light
that burdened with mythical sense
every fragment of reality.
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Tangled Fluorescence
by Lauren Hynde
Rain tries to dilute
the progression of shadows
an exercise rendered useless
by the passage of time
a dark substance
contrasts neon signs
delivers them fully legible
to the night
moss grows without the support
of walls like budding
on a bath of vapour
a permeable mist
where light flows
condensed within
the glass and the water
multiplies it
numberless crystal
(re)flexing colours on the air
breaks
drop by drop
always the percussion
of an obsessive hum
rushes a fabricated winter
until the fractured letters
spill through the windows
scintillate through our sleep
foam spills off the screen
soap, or sea
but for now it's only time
and rain
trying to dilute
the progression of shadows
the progression of time
builds a rainbow
above the haze
where we can light
a single jet of fluoride
flames out of winter
from heaven to heaven
to same cloud forgetting
all horizon references
make familiar strange places
the light the day
we imagine different times
relearning how to breathe
the ephemeral air of each room
when neon fog fights the rain
illuminates us without diluting
the weight of the crepuscule
and our tangled fluorescence.
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Sex and You
by KinkyInkWriter
Waiting
Anticipating
The moment I see you again
My lips smile
Thoughts of you linger
Every picture memory--perfect.
Mouth watering, I contemplate
Your next move; our next picture
In the collage of our passion.
Every stroke
Of my fingers
down
Your chest;
Every lick
of your tongue
Across my breast.
Nipples hard,
Body and eyes weeping
In unfulfillment, longing
To be filled
To take you in--
Your thickness completing;
Stretching me.
Mind flickering over positions;
Discarding all but the most basic;
I want you covering me--
My personal blanket
Surrounding me.
Scent, heat and energy
Flowing through me.
You pulsing into me.
Leg positions matter not--
Under you, around you,
Over arms or shoulders--
Passion will decide.
My need for you
Knows no bounds.
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
Take.
Just fill me up
Assuage the ache
Make me cum
Until my body stops weeping,
And stay joined to me
I feel empty when you leave.
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Cleanse Me
by KinkyInkWriter
Standing in the portal--
threshold where fantasy
collides with you,
I give in to voyeuristic temptation.
You stand, momentarily unaware,
relaxed and flaccid under the water's spray.
Eyes rake in avid jealousy
each rivulet trailing over male form;
tongue sneaking out to taste dry lips,
pondering the taste of those droplets
blended with the essence of you.
Fingers tingle, longing to map bulges and planes
My skin holds memories of yours:
the rasp and sting of your jaw;
the taunt smoothness of your shoulders;
the firm roundness of your butt in my palms;
the feel of you buried deep inside me.
Lashes flutter with a soft groan.
Suddenly, frozen in awareness,
Still but for that one
part that jerks in excitement
You lock me with an expression I know well.
The arch of a brow
invites me to play;
the curve of those lips
as they flash a crooked grin,
says you know I like what I see.
The glint in your eyes proclaims
you'll fulfill every one of my fantasies.
The slight movement of your hand
beckons me to join.
Slowly I move, discarding clothes on my way--
Body languid and wet before reaching you,
heated by the focused desire
stamped in your features.
Enveloped in a warm fog of steam and longing
Tongue flicking to the base of your throat,
Feeling your pulse, tasting
water-flavored you.
The taste and scent indicating I'm home.
Wrapping my arms around your neck,
hardened nipples rubbing harder chest,
I surrender to your will,
knowing there is no right, no wrong
only us.
Hair wrapped around your fist;
legs squeezing your hips;
cool tiles against my back;
hand at my throat;
You thrusting endlessly inside me
as you gather my brokenness
until the centering is an excruciating
food of pleasure
leaving me sobbing.
In aftermath, I'm a rag doll
And the shampoo and soap
could never compare to
the cleansing of my soul.
With you, every little dirty thing
is made clean again.
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Cleanse Me
by KinkyInkWriter
Standing in the portal--
threshold where fantasy
collides with you,
I give in to voyeuristic temptation.
You stand, momentarily unaware,
relaxed and flaccid under the water's spray.
Eyes rake in avid jealousy
each rivulet trailing over male form;
tongue sneaking out to taste dry lips,
pondering the taste of those droplets
blended with the essence of you.
Fingers tingle, longing to map bulges and planes
My skin holds memories of yours:
the rasp and sting of your jaw;
the taunt smoothness of your shoulders;
the firm roundness of your butt in my palms;
the feel of you buried deep inside me.
Lashes flutter with a soft groan.
Suddenly, frozen in awareness,
Still but for that one
part that jerks in excitement
You lock me with an expression I know well.
The arch of a brow
invites me to play;
the curve of those lips
as they flash a crooked grin,
says you know I like what I see.
The glint in your eyes proclaims
you'll fulfill every one of my fantasies.
The slight movement of your hand
beckons me to join.
Slowly I move, discarding clothes on my way--
Body languid and wet before reaching you,
heated by the focused desire
stamped in your features.
Enveloped in a warm fog of steam and longing
Tongue flicking to the base of your throat,
Feeling your pulse, tasting
water-flavored you.
The taste and scent indicating I'm home.
Wrapping my arms around your neck,
hardened nipples rubbing harder chest,
I surrender to your will,
knowing there is no right, no wrong
only us.
Hair wrapped around your fist;
legs squeezing your hips;
cool tiles against my back;
hand at my throat;
You thrusting endlessly inside me
as you gather my brokenness
until the centering is an excruciating
food of pleasure
leaving me sobbing.
In aftermath, I'm a rag doll
And the shampoo and soap
could never compare to
the cleansing of my soul.
With you, every little dirty thing
is made clean again.
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Bouncing Bliss
by Kinkyladyg
The bed is soft beneath my knees
as I bounce with wild glee
back arched with my chest held high
swaying breasts that make you sigh
Pleasure building I start to moan
Hardening in me I hear you groan
Then warm sensation inside I cry
Those mixed juices run down my thigh
Then I sit upon your face
Just so you can have a taste
Our passion mixed together
A tasty treasure to remember
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Beach Dream
by erikafoxx
Beach Dream
I watch every move of his tan body,
His muscles rippling as he jogs by.
Glorious beads of sweat cover his body,
Glistening in the bright sunshine.
I see her soaking up the afternoon sun,
White bikini against her bronze skin.
She's lowers her matching Coach sunglasses,
And watches me as I jog past.
My eyes follow his strong legs
From ankle to thigh,
And I admire where they come together,
Hidden under his black running shorts.
Her blonde ponytail flips in the breeze,
And wisps of it dance across her face.
Her legs are strong and her breasts
Are perfect.
I watch his body disappear in the distance,
And I feel a sweet familiar tingle deep inside.
I close my eyes and feel the warm sun on my skin,
Imagining it's coming from his eyes.
Her image is etched in my mind as I jog.
Soft blue eye shadow to highlight her eyes,
Legs slightly parted in her beach chair,
Did they open just a bit when our eyes met?
I see him stop and turn and walk back toward me,
And I can see his broad, strong shoulders
Tapering into his narrow waist,
His abs leading my eyes where they meet under his shorts.
"I just want to make sure you're okay," I say.
And I bend down to make sure.
I put my hand on her arm, and the warmth
Of her soft skin takes my breath away.
A deep, smooth voice. A shadow on my face,
A strong hand on my arm
"Am I dreaming?" I answer.
And I know the answer when his large hand rests on my shoulder.
Her voice is soft and sweet and sexy,
And she takes off her sunglasses.
She shades her eyes with her hand,
And laughs. And I smile at the joy in her laugh.
"Thank you for stopping, but I'm okay. Really."
I try to stand, but my body is overheated from the sun.
I lose my balance and he catches me,
His strong arm encircles my waist.
The skin of her back is cool against my arms.
Her sun-warmed breasts are soft against my chest.
I feel her arm around my waist,
And she wraps her other arm around my neck.
It seems like time is stopped as his lips find mine.
His kiss is so soft and his lips are so sweet and cool.
When I shiver he pulls me closer
And his mouth opens, inviting me.
Her lips are so soft, her breath sweet.
I feel her shiver in my arms.
Her hand pulls my head down to her,
And her mouth engulfs mine.
I feel his other arm slide down my leg
And in one motion he picks me up.
My fingers comb their way into the cool,
Sweaty hair on the back of his head.
She is like a feather in my arms,
And I feel her free hand on my chest.
Her lips and mouth are devouring me,
Her hands are caressing my body.
He's carrying me toward the shade of the trees,
His strong arms lowering me to a patch of soft, cool grass.
His mouth leaves mine, kissing and nibbling and licking
From my ear to my neck to my collarbone.
I hear a soft whimper from deep inside her
As my tongue traces a line from her neck to her breast.
I find her nipple through the soft fabric of her top,
And I would swear that she's purring.
My hand has a mind of its own,
And my nails scrape a soft trail up the back of his strong legs.
My hand slides under his thin shorts and I caress
The soft, bare skin of his strong ass.
Her warm hand is playing in the curls of my chest hair,
And she scrapes her fingernails across my nipple.
I feel the fingers of her other hand walk their way down
The crack of my ass, only to cradle my balls in her hand.
I can feel moisture pooling inside me
As his lips bring my other nipple to attention.
I feel his hand on my knee, and then I feel it moving
Higher across my sunburned, dry and tinging skin.
Can this be happening to me? I wonder to myself
As I trace along the leg opening of her bikini.
I let my fingers graze across the fabric between her legs,
And I feel her hips rise to meet them.
He lifts his head and stares into my eyes.
They are so blue and wanton and sweet and yearning,
And I hope he sees the same in my eyes.
I feel my wetness seeping and soaking my bikini.
The look in her eyes is pure lust as my fingers
Untie the strings of her bikini and expose her.
My finger takes a trip down the length of her slit,
And I feel her nectar dripping between her soft puffy lips.
I slide my hand around to the front of him,
And I find his hardness, his ****.
I tickle the underside with my fingernails
And I feel it twitch with arousal.
My finger finds her opening, and I slide it in,
Feeling for her happy spot inside.
I hear her moan something as my
Finger finds the spongy, soft spot.
"Oh **** yes," I moan as his finger finds its home.
I tighten my grip on his ****, and he groans,
His voice isn't smooth now. It's gravelly and hoarse,
And his hips are rocking in rhythm to my stroking.
I alternate my gentle pressure inside with
A quick circle around her stiffening clit.
Her legs are wide now, and her hand is furious
On my engorged ****.
I manage to yank down his shorts so I can get
A look at the marvelous **** that I want inside me.
I pull him down to me as I lay back on the grass,
His fingers still buried inside my swollen ****.
She pushes me away, and for a moment I'm afraid
That she's done with me.
But she unties the other side of her bikini bottoms
And lifts them out from under her and spreads her legs.
I untie my top and take it off. He stands and
Slides his shorts off, and I see his long, stiff **** at last.
"Put that marvelous thing inside me," I say, but
He just stands and stares at me, stroking himself.
"Ask me again, only this time without words," I tell her.
Her eyes are willing my **** to where her hand
Is spreading her moist lips apart. They dart from my
Hardness to her wetness again and again.
No words, he says, so I pull my knees back
And lock my arms behind my knees.
I am open for him, and wet. I lick my dry lips
With my tongue and mouth the words, "**** me."
I kneel at her altar of sweet, wet holes
That she has exposed to me, to nature.
My hand guides the engorged head of my ****
Up and down her sweet slit. "Is this what you want."
He pushes forward, sliding the full length inside me.
His hand rests on my thigh, his thumb circles my clit.
My fingernails scrape across his tight abdomen, and then
Play with his hardened nipples and we both moan.
Her muscles are milking my ****
With every slow thrust into her. I feel her
Clit harden under my thumb and I press it harder,
And her eyes widen and then close.
I feel it now, his **** the source of that familiar
Pleasure. Every thrust and every circle is pushing me
Closer to the edge of my blissful cliff. A cool breeze
Makes us shiver, and he rolls my nipple with his fingers.
I feel it now, her tight, sweet, wet **** the source of my
Pleasure. Every squeeze of my **** is pulling me deeper,
Closer to pushing us both to the brink. I feel her body
Quivering under me as her heels dig into my ass and pull me in.
I want more of him, all of him inside me. The waves of my
Orgasm start crashing inside me, and then it is a tsunami.
My body takes over and my mind explodes with the fury
Of my full release, hips bucking, head rolling, toes curling.
Her body is demanding more of me, and I oblige,
Thrusting faster and harder and deeper as I hear her animal release.
I feel outside myself, watching as my ass is hammering between her legs.
My **** spasms and I am so near.
I feel every inch of him inside, and his eyes are boring into my soul.
"Come for me," I say. "Come inside me. I need to feel you fill me completely."
His hands pull my thighs to him, and he's **** me so hard and fast,
And I come again as my own fingers take over for his thumb.
My balls are tightening and I know I won't last long now.
And when she tells me that she wants me to fill her completely,
And I see her fingering herself, I feel my own orgasm start deep inside,
And I fill her with spasm after spasm of my own wetness.
I can feel every wonderful spurt inside me as I come again,
And I squeeze his magnificent **** to milk every last drop.
He collapses on top of me, and his sweat stings my sunburned skin.
We fall off the cliff together and land softly, panting and moaning.
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It's Breathless
by Innocentuntilprovenwet
It's breathless
Just a whisper
Like the last light in a dream fast fading
She's calm
While he kissed her
Dim in the room, the sheets cascading
Back arched
Eyes tight
Allowed to only feel,hear,smell
Arms bound
His fingers light
Tracing her curves,the mound,the swell
"You're Mine"
said softly
Not a question,a statement her heart beating,blood flows
"Yes Master"
She answers
A smile on her lips because she knows
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Mona Lisa
by Yaraluna
Mona Lisa
she felt his eyes on her
she knew she had blushed
it's the champagne she said and smiled
sharp teeth under a Mona Lisa smile
he was there, like a wolf at the door
she felt his presence
like blood on her tongue
like a demon in her womb
she knew what he was thinking
he always knew what she wanted
turn to stone the prissy cocktail crowd
take her there on the table
shameless
broken crockery and laughter
he awoke the animal in her
his words burnt her flesh
he had walked in from the night
matched her blow for blow
flame to her flame
her equal, her accomplice
she smiled at her husband
but it was her lover's hands she felt around her waist
how was your day darling?
she saw herself kneeling to taste her lover's seed
Mona Lisa...
and she smiled when he entered her empty bed
she smiled until he made her scream...
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Lucky Knight
by Kinkyladyg
An armored knight rode all alone
Worn from battle far from home
Made famous by word and deed
Riding upon his mighty steed
He stumbled upon a crumbling tower
Last vigil of an ancient power
He looked upon it in trancing wonder
Treasures inside did he ponder
He climbed down and drew his sword
Then went inside without a word
The knight crawled through broken halls
Faded glory hanging on the walls
Upon a staircase he did stumble
That's when he heard the frightful grumble
The beast leaped upon him with lightning speed
So grateful his blade was freed
The battle was over just that fast
So grateful his luck did last
Up the stairs he finally crept
Where he listened as she wept
A enchanted maiden he had freed
An ancient heir with mighty need
He took her virtue then and there
Bound to him, his lady fair
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Lucky Knight
by Kinkyladyg
An armored knight rode all alone
Worn from battle far from home
Made famous by word and deed
Riding upon his mighty steed
He stumbled upon a crumbling tower
Last vigil of an ancient power
He looked upon it in trancing wonder
Treasures inside did he ponder
He climbed down and drew his sword
Then went inside without a word
The knight crawled through broken halls
Faded glory hanging on the walls
Upon a staircase he did stumble
That's when he heard the frightful grumble
The beast leaped upon him with lightning speed
So grateful his blade was freed
The battle was over just that fast
So grateful his luck did last
Up the stairs he finally crept
Where he listened as she wept
A enchanted maiden he had freed
An ancient heir with mighty need
He took her virtue then and there
Bound to him, his lady fair
This knight suits the Camelot Realm
Great choices General -
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Lucky Knight
by Kinkyladyg
An armored knight rode all alone
Worn from battle far from home
Made famous by word and deed
Riding upon his mighty steed
He stumbled upon a crumbling tower
Last vigil of an ancient power
He looked upon it in trancing wonder
Treasures inside did he ponder
He climbed down and drew his sword
Then went inside without a word
The knight crawled through broken halls
Faded glory hanging on the walls
Upon a staircase he did stumble
That's when he heard the frightful grumble
The beast leaped upon him with lightning speed
So grateful his blade was freed
The battle was over just that fast
So grateful his luck did last
Up the stairs he finally crept
Where he listened as she wept
A enchanted maiden he had freed
An ancient heir with mighty need
He took her virtue then and there
Bound to him, his lady fair
This knight suits the Camelot Realm
Great choices General
glad you are enjoying this lady D. -
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Felt this so belonged, in the beauty of luv making all night long.
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