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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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rain
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Veröffentlicht:21. Februar 2018, 3:49 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:21. Februar 2018, 3:54 Uhr 3870 Aufrufe
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rain Lightning breaks the sky Cloud banks surge A violent sky outside Air shimmers here Waiting for the rain a downfall begins first top then bottoms disrobing before the storm seeing the Siren revealed a water nymph waiting for the rain our passion does not hesitate close space between heat merges as in kissing meld foreplay as electric as the heavy humid air rising moisture in each of us waiting for the rain a crack of thunder simultaneously with lightning the clouds are broken and rain cascades down outside we dart leaving the dryness within sleek otters embracing under the rain the dots of rain bouncing from our naked forms and hands track rain for you love the water every drop a kiss every breath of wind a sensual caress during a storm we can never rest you sing your Siren song an ululation to the sky to gods and mortals we are heat our passion dries our skins as the rain falls down.
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No Quarter
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Veröffentlicht:20. Februar 2018, 23:31 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:22. Februar 2018, 21:01 Uhr 4036 Aufrufe
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No Quarter Water is as cold as your ice water And your glance says they will be no quarter How we got to here I am really unsure perhaps we are just dumb and immature five minutes with you I am screaming to leave and if I fell under a train you wouldn't grieve ill-matched and mis-matched we are not a pair I never notice if you dye or cut your hair You think i spend to much time away want me to settle with you for a day we tried that and the television flew into next door and drowned in their pool we cannot speak except to insult and neither the other does ever consult however when we are amorous and open we decide best way with life to be coping is to get sweaty and practice our wiles get naked and cover ourselves in smiles have the of sex resulting in breaking chairs and a table and the bed is now shaking unbalanced and unhinged we go for each other as if of days we believe there won't be another bruised and chafed and sated we slump united in those ecstatic moments of a great hump till the endorphins escape and we return to the fact we are only great partners when in the sexual act.
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Lips Dry Tonight
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Veröffentlicht:20. Februar 2018, 16:48 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:5. März 2018, 4:21 Uhr 4314 Aufrufe
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Lips Dry Tonight Are your lips dry tonight will your lipstick last all night a pining in your heart for some loving to start is there lingerie in a drawer you hope to wear not sure whom for they are still somewhere out of sight though you search with all your might are your lips dry tonight desiring other lips to alight bring moisture and heat curl the toes on your feet send a surge through body electric do something mad useless and eccentric at midnight bathe naked in a fountain make love atop a high mountain are your lips dry tonight is everything all right are the days of getting older making you feel so much bolder can you truly wonder how your teasing hands could wander over sensual skin succulent could make loving such an event if only someone would play then your heart might stay are your lips dry tonight will you leave on the light so someone might find their way home someone like you who idly does roam waiting for Romeo or Juliet to arrive not sure how much waiting you can survive want your lipstick removed in a passion wild approved want your clothes to be cast aside when lust and love in passion coincide and you want to awaken in a bed completely shaken makeup still on though lipstick all gone and your lips chafed and dry from where those kisses passionate did lie.
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Dark of Your Smile
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Veröffentlicht:20. Februar 2018, 5:31 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:22. Februar 2018, 20:48 Uhr 4002 Aufrufe
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Dark of Your Smile The dark of your smile in black of night easy blends and I wonder how this ends for getting to know strangers might mean meeting someone who is completely beyond our means and a flicker of tongue tip pink as you invite me in and I would worry more but the line of your stockinged leg distracts the thoughts incomplete so I follow you so controversial the slow sway of hips a voodoo spell and you know your magic well you look back over your shoulder and I wonder if I will get any older for your smile white and bright so many fangs as a wolf on a Winter night and so welcoming you are a fierce heat rises from your sensual body and you draw your nails across my supine eager form tugging back my top so you may kiss and nibble at tender skin beneath and I wonder if you intend to do me harm as my body with caresses you easy charm I am a mortal in grip of a goddess and is this goddess for good and evil and soon I care little for such niceties for I am naked and vulnerable under your gaze and I see a tear and I am amazed you ask me if you are beautiful and I think what trickery this or what form of torture brought you here a woman beautiful who might think she was not or should not be so and I lay my warm lips upon you as a Prince might once to raise a curse and clothes discarded we do our best to do our very erotic worse track-lines of scratches red kisses hibiscus pink blossoming on our supple love drenched skins and you take my ear lobe in your lips and in the mirror I see dark of your smile and I know dawn is far away and we two travelers have so far to go.
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I Remember How To Kiss
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Veröffentlicht:19. Februar 2018, 23:05 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:20. Februar 2018, 5:14 Uhr 4155 Aufrufe
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I Remember How To Kiss I remember how to kiss these lips recall intimacy the light pressure exploratory caressing skin onto skin the slight catch as lips meet not sliding over this is real skin the warmth and supple heat stirring an eagerness within the tip of tongue leaping tactile tip down other upper lip as if sketching for memory and eliciting new sensations and lips together in interest prowl across each other melding lip to lip and tongue on tongue caressing stroking sucking learning what makes you run ticking clock of this kiss until breath is expended and pause and break apart for a moment lips wish to linger and that is the very start yet in eyes such wakefulness alertness of predator and prey both then all dismissed from thought as lips drawn into another kiss caught riding the rhythm of those other lips and setting pace with own heart feeling purr of your breath the inquisitive dartings of a tongue hungry heat of these lips embracing closer than we have d pressed and pushed and lightly crushed these lips so sweet and hint of musk within the mouth of each kiss a soaring breathless wanting bliss and swerving from your lips to cheek and down chin light kisses caressing soft then at throat the kisses explode tasting sensual heat of skin beneath and lifting and sucking a heavy kiss how you squirm beneath this embrace as adrenaline surges and heart does race a kiss for throat and thrice for neck kisses slipping lower onto collarb explore the way you are constructed buttons of your top coming und as you arch back and begin to hum as if a high tension wire in the wind and these kisses make this wire sing swooping onto edge of covered breast tasting rich creamy mound as you shiver as these kisses fresh joy deliver the passion now is reaching higher is more than lust become desire to unwrap you with kisses many a fusillade of passion stirring hits these kisses you find hard to resist swaying you leave world drift away content here in kissing delightful to I remember how to kiss let us find a place of peace and time and see if your lips welcome mine if my memories of kisses will combine with the best kisses you can recall.
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A Rant on Music
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Veröffentlicht:19. Februar 2018, 21:23 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:20. Februar 2018, 15:37 Uhr 4060 Aufrufe
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A Rant on Music Was no iphone for me Nor CDs or MP3 ers in my youth was cassettes the ubiquitous LP record and the radio static eaping from self installed speakers you learnt a lot about things which you never needed to know which was the best speaker the depth of the bass magnets how to re-reel a loose cassette to lower the stylus with care if you wanted music you did of course the benefit was you could make your own mix tape complete with the annoying voice-overs of radio announcers who cared not if a song was finished or halfway through starting if they could throw in an inane comment which would live forever more on your tape and after constant re-listenings would become fixed in your own memory so every time you heard the song you heard their comment in your head and now the music comes digital from a pale flat reen and often sounds unoriginal you re the days of albums where each song a chapter in a story now lucky if a single song is a hit a few big stars the rest are anonymous driven to poverty and oburity by the new big business model of digital platform to stream every song and obstruct every musician's dream there was the old business model of course and that took advantage of those same artists who sang and wrote and ed the music however at least they registered as a presence performed live shows and needed cover art bright for album covers now to remain in the public eye they need to appear on televised talent shows creating the processed servile stars of tomorrow any from yesteryear can only look on with sorrow the rebellion is now corporately directed and the anger manufactured in a sound booth by accountants following music polls so it is not surprising the few real stars those who climb above the commercial muck are those who independently make their way the rough diamonds who polish themselves by the 10,000 hours of practice and performance who often live their lyrics and dress as if they were not corporate citizens but eapees from a prison farm on the run from ordered society from the corporate lawyers and from what the music industry has become....
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I Will Love You As You Are
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Veröffentlicht:19. Februar 2018, 18:53 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:20. Februar 2018, 5:07 Uhr 4170 Aufrufe
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I Will Love You As You Are You can leave your white horse at the door no need to take a mortgage on a castle vast not looking for a Hollywood lead or billionaire flush with cash just tell me who you are where you want to go to those dreams small growing larger how the things at the margin constantly are creeping in and you want some to support you take your hand and wander through this life of rises and falls a stock-market turbulence day you are over-valued the next you are unchanged but how much lower you fall don't need no stylish secret agent or a meticulously thought out life plan just want some to take my hand lend an ear when I would converse give support when day too long and share the joy in those moments when life demands celebration and you don't need to be an Avenger or any shade of super hero bold I will love you as you are for all I seek in life all I seek from day start to sunset is some who will kiss share the moment of bliss and begin a conversation not knowing where or when we may end up in triumph magnificent in failure despite our toil but all the time sharing this life bitter and sweet together wandering hand in hand enclasped sharing dreams and kisses.
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By Algorithm
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Veröffentlicht:19. Februar 2018, 5:26 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:20. Februar 2018, 5:15 Uhr 3786 Aufrufe
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By Algorithm Seamless passionless blindly love found by algorithm defined by compatibility of time and presence this is the modern tryst spawned by white screen light the moving pixels us linking together as component parts of some great machine oiling modern neuroses of to few or to many to late to soon to eager hangovers from Victoriana the social dance of bachelor or maid and the power inequity between these two states and this zipless fuck exchange of sexual juices not an exchange of self is a tundra cold bare lie those moments when you hold kiss and lie together share a moment precious define and create ourselves develop a relationship no matter how fleeting or shaky its foundations no matter things unsaid the lines defining is an act in which we exchange ourselves bringing all our spirit all our passion as if we do not is not a fraud we perpetrate on others is a fraud we commit on ourselves to think we are an island a vacuum surrounded meteorite and when we meet and share that no essence of ourselves no truth or vulnerability could escape and cross the gap closed by loving the gap of modern alienation we would think remains for we choose partners by the numbers of the machine.
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Coincide (*nsfw*)
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Veröffentlicht:18. Februar 2018, 21:52 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:19. Februar 2018, 5:33 Uhr 3695 Aufrufe
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Coincide Lock the door pull down the shades turn off the lights let us exist in the dusk we create for ourselves the cool dark warming kiss tongue to tongue lips sucking lips demanding wanting not just love this is passion lusting feel your heat rising tripping underwear aside hands down thighs glide shivering tracking caressing all over body moving your clever tongue and agile mouth my fingers wet swirling in your cavern mouth thumb rolling over bud sensitive you buck hips shudder in my hand teeth close on lip a nip to pause fire in your eyes bra cast aside legs around my waist deep in deep slide hold and both gasp then strangled by kisses raking nails down body flicking tender nipples riding upon hips in surging mewling tide splashes of wetness heat to perspiration making easier the deeper completer penetration moving forward and back a file edging across those so sensitive spots your teeth in me bite your groans as hit the spot and accelerating erratic bouncing thrusts our hips knock our mouths over each other lips wet and hungry mesh tongue demands flesh breathless as head back you squeeze around me knock against the wall so cool so hot so hungry gasping you still in deepest throes in petite morte this little death in estascy caught all focused here where hip meet hip pressing forward trapping pulsing clit we hold our pose the final position then all comes unlocked once more are fluid collapse over each other your wet core my deflated cock and holding we begin to tease anew seeing you in these shadows beautiful and liberated desiring and desired wanting as fingers stroke under breast and over smoothly tight over nipple a static on our skin discharged in pleasure and we jerk at each touch one harder and one wetter and both growing hotter to edge of bed we squirm one leg over my shoulder my mouth could burn against your hot juices rising from deep within an exotic spicy mix rising upwards to my eager sucking lips till you turn demanding stand beside the bed take your hips and cleave through warm skin to the molten furnace of your lustful heat and you watch me over your shoulder for a long long moment till close eyes and turning to the front concentrate only upon riding the feelings building catching the rhythm rocking forth and back twisting hips as twisting my own to new places to attack in and out and grasping no thought only this the mindless rutting rhythm the passion rising quickly pull your hips back how sweetly I am encased and you cry out and through your orgasm continue in you the pace set till also lose any semblance of control desires become fact so deep inside of you the heat overwhelming my body thrusting buckles as together we two come then collapse once more gentler touches tracing the body of my spent lover every single millimetre I can reach I covet and those I cannot I desire more strongly your thoughts your speech your song your spirit flowing in these rooms of dusk we create when the wind is blowing the doors are locked and so cool inside your heat a beacon for this lust and loving in both of us does truly coincide.
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Mortal Mating
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Veröffentlicht:18. Februar 2018, 19:59 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:19. Februar 2018, 18:55 Uhr 3578 Aufrufe
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Mortal Mating Wind chimes outside your window a dream catcher above your bed two crystals on the sideboard scented candles from Thailand a Buddha in the hall we are all trying to find ourselves you are just trying a little more Koran Bible and Torah on the shelves well thumbed and marked yet nothing in you was sparked leaflets from Mormons and Scientology still didn't find a connection seems the All-Mighty isn't talking on the wavelength you are checking so instead we are in bed Tantric manual open on the headboard smeared in aphrodisiac waxes and bed positioned Feng Shui style so our dragons can flow even as on the wide screen displays of pornography extreme to set the mood and lusts you want to find your heaven in this room tonight and I am your sexual clairvoyant expected to channel the spirits of Bacchus Venus and Eros it will get crowded in here before we came to bed you killed a chicken on an altar wax candles overflowing and now you pass a joint and two blue pills pharmecutical taking a long deep draw sip of water and they go down as you chant from Viking book of days and explaining your light white shift made from an altar cloth once used in a Mass by the Pope you see no sacrilegious behaviour in covering every eventuality mention on a tour of Gaul how you threw a golden torc into a bottomless lake and requested sexual prowess and a passion ripe as Summer fruit and a lover as strong as the mountains and a lover with more stamina than a ploughhorse and hung like one too if possible so it all seems irresponsible of me to not take on board your beliefs when in fact it is no unknown diety just your smile makes me desire and my lust is easy fired when your body seen through the translucent shift you wear but I hold tongue for it has better use for my ardent worship between your thighs and the only prayers I expect to hear be your exclamations as orgasm near and later when we lie sweaty and sated overjoyed at this most mortal mating the wind chime simply sing a melody which become a lullaby as we nap entwined and bound together by love of people not decrees of gods.
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My Cold War Spy
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Veröffentlicht:15. Februar 2018, 21:29 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:18. Februar 2018, 20:06 Uhr 3703 Aufrufe
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My Cold War Spy You are a cold war spy discretion is your password and I cannot read your eyes there is an enigma frosted there and your smile is not full neither would I say grim it conveys warmth without letting me closer or within it is the Mona Lisa smile the same through rifle sights as through bubbles of champagne which might spoil my aim or make me susceptible to your wiles even as you counterfeit those smiles and your body reminds me of an Italian motorcycle swift all pared down and thin a darting spirit for the streets and coarsely I consider how you would handle beneath the sheets and again your gaze closes as if you have read my mind decided I am not worthy of someone of your in dress flowing worn and split to upper thigh the of dress if with confidence attired will stop pedestrians in the street who will pause and think and dream of how you they might meet outside their dreams in some place where those ruby lips could kiss and body take them to bliss and your mind is turning as the daylight hours burning almost done and almost gone my secret service agent woman.
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discarded relationships
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Veröffentlicht:14. Februar 2018, 15:56 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:18. Februar 2018, 20:09 Uhr 3840 Aufrufe
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discarded relationships I walk the shores of my life and see what has been cast up every relationship long or passing is evidenced on edge of thoughts memories ocean heaving and turning so many here and now gone never truly discarded by me I want to continue the dialogue to know what became of them since they shone a blade of light from their own beacons of life into and onto my own how have they grown or do they remain exactly as they were the people I once knew how are they now floating beyond my reach and if we meet shall it be a quick hello and hurry off hoping recalled the right name trying to recall if we parted well or parted through clenched teeth and how much was love above and how much apathy or hate beneath when I reflect upon walk up and down the shore along the remnant memories of those I once knew of relationships cast upon these shores.
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Their True Future
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Veröffentlicht:14. Februar 2018, 4:43 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:18. Februar 2018, 20:05 Uhr 3451 Aufrufe
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Their True Future Go on Valentine's Day show me one more couple hands clasped tight together striding in rhythm as if own this world and can see a future aluminum siding bright of long winged rocket cars and perfect children and food from pills and no disease such a gleam in their eyes mercenary and perfect in every way so I say Valentine's Day take your slick propaganda and leave me here alone I know their true future as I suck on vinegar wine of him crawling into a bottle when the dreams succumb to a rush of reality and she dealing with snotty faced brats imbecilic dressed in charity cast-offs the car a smoking junker the house a disheveled tip and food always fast fat processed salt and sugars distorting body and organs both will die alone choked on own vomit and I wonder if today I am a tad more cynical.
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