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push me up
against the wall;
turn your ear
to meet these lips
and listen.
in whispers—
heavy sounds,
sweet nothings
and dark secrets.
breathy pauses.
your metaphors,
wisps of smoke
that bite and lick,
that kiss your skin.
wrap yourself
around flame.
fill me with
heated words.
hugging the curves of your
lips, wet with desire,
liquid inspiration
runs slick between us.
your words feel
so good—
when they hit
so deep.
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Sexy as fuck
Lubricated language
slips from tongue
leaving streaks
upon mind
and stimulating
more than interest
Weave tales,
leave trails,
trace the path
of fantastic
lower, lower,
ahhhh
Speak to me,
sweet lips,
I’ll find you in the dark
while sunlight glistens
on the moisture
you’ve inspired
An ocean of sweat,
a river of cum,
a grin a continent wide
and the squirm in my chair
exposes the power
of your verse
Owned
Her hair wrapped around my fist
As my fingers explore
Crevice, plains and curves
Her body my canvas
Her lust the paint
I hear the pleasurable screams
Trampling her throat in their wake
Quivering as they pass her lips
Her skin will tremble
Her soul will shake
As I drive myself deeper within
Pushing past her resolve
Ferociously devouring her moans
Leaving her breathless.
Distractions
I imagine you under the table in my meetings. I imagine you doing the things I tell you to. I imagine you waiting for me in the hotel room as I send you a text with instructions to take a hot shower for me. I want your skin to be so very warm and pliant to kneading, like the softest of baker’s dough. Then I want you to put on a blindfold and lie on the bed naked just before I get back. Of course, you feel nervous about my requests, but always eager to please me, you take the shower as I asked, not even sure why. Then, you hold the blindfold while you sit on the bed waiting, wondering why you are doing this, your heart palpitating all the while. You get another text from me, I’m in the elevator, my instructions are to put on the blindfold and not to speak. You do it, settling naked onto the bed, and you hear me enter the room. I don’t say anything… you wonder for a moment if it is even me, and then you imagine where my heavy eyes are traveling across the terrain of your warmed naked flesh. Am I lingering on your soft thighs, your breasts falling to the sides? Perhaps your pink nipples relaxed by the hot shower? You hear me moving around calmly, placing my watch on the nightstand, undoing my belt, my clothes crumpling to the floor before I climb onto the bed and gently place an outstretched hand below your diaphragm where your sexual energy is focused the most. You feel the warmth of my heavy palm and the pressure of my fingertips sinking into your skin, I’m running them firmly and slowly up between your breasts, up to and around your neck, then a kiss behind your ear which I know will cause you to sizzle the most and enter into a state of hypnosis, just like you told me you would. Deprived of sight, my very touch ignites sparks beneath your shallow skin which burns for more after my touch has passed. Deep below your diaphragm, the gap between your breasts, your neck, they each cry to me independently “Come back!” But you bite your tongue, I asked you for silence and you obey. My fingers are no longer upon you, but why are you so wet, love? I can smell the ocean boiling over inside of you. Were you an apple I would steam you over with my warm breath, polish you carefully with my skin until you glisten, hold you up before me eyes to find the most delicious curve to wrap my masculine lips around, then sink my teeth deeply into you, sucking your juices out as pieces of your sanity fall away into my mouth, crisp, clean, like temptation, I’ll swallow you whole. Oh, what comes next? If things go as planned it will be you. Most certainly, you will come first… then it’s my turn.
When I want to ravage your body
with fistfuls of your hair,
and my drunken tongue
waging war against yours,
when I feel it necessary to
love you violently, ordering
you against a wall, with your
neck between my teeth:
when I want your wide eyed
worship, my fingers wet
with pleading, when I want
to forget the feeling other
than to satiate my starvation,
and tease between yours,
where are you? It lingers
in my mind, pulses round
my eyes, and, darling, desire
doesn’t like to be kept in wait,
it only yearns for its release,
and you’ll too, be kept in wait,
patiently, until I must unleash.
So here it goes love
Slow and hard
I wasn’t taught how to be
fast
I like to savour every moment
sliding, slipping inside inch by inch
Your lips mingle,
with my lips so moist
and those moments are the best
when you just chew and suck
our delicate darling
Legs too long and a head so
beautiful befriend each other
for far too long
Hands here and hands
everywhere
Skin, sweat gleaming on naked
backs
I wait to embrace
your strong silky sword as
you give me life with it
Oozing, flowing, smeared all over
Your one hand in my black hair
and the other on my lower
back
My head thrown back and your
tongue on my throat
Other blissful times you in my throat
We run like that, slow but hard
lips as smooth as
red velvet liquor,
leaving stains
along the dents
of my craving
spine, no touch
can electrify this
way, no fingers
pull strings as
softly, melodiously
as yours, no
heaven more
pleasing than
these lattice
wooden floors.
you will be the
death of me,
you with your
red velvet lips,
you will be the
death of me,
and i’ll drink you
down in sighs and
light sips, before the
moon drowns in
the ecstasy of the
dawn in your
ivory eyes,
carving secrets
of eternal bliss
in every caress,
every kiss.