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She wears no words—  
alarms in mind, half-heard.  
Moonlight carves her silhouette,  
her skin aglow, a cigarette.  

Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—  
how many hearts has she made kneel?  
Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,  
ensnaring me in shadowed light.  

The breeze lifts scent from her lips;  
my skin ignites beneath her whip.  
A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---
what hidden truths between thighs?  

Still, I step into her lair—  
her parted lips, a whispered snare.  
For silence lures, a ruby sin,  
a quiet pull, that draws me in.
Micko 3d
I like them bedroom bullies,
Them nasty dominant  *******,
Put them tatas on me ,
Let them suffocate me ,
And even if I die,
It would be with a good cause,
Gently choke my neck,
Change them gears ,
Do some quick acceleration,
There comes some flapping  sounds,
Down the hill we roll,
Swimming in our own sweat,
As my lips whisper your name, "zaddy",
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Micko.
She stands where autumn wind and lake collide,  
its whispers trace her curves in soft ballet.  
Her blouse pressed tight, it frames her quaking frame.  

A moan escapes; the love that she must abide,
as hair veils trembling lips that long to stay.  
The wild wind plays, yet stirs a deeper flame.  

Wind howls, her skirt rises, her heart inside,
its breath explores secrets bared to foreplay.  
Her chest revealed, she shivers, soft and tame.  

She opens wide, her body greets the skies,  
Waves repeat, with rhythm's gentle interplay.
The wind recedes; she calls her fleeting name.  

Her arms enfold the ache she cannot flee,  
a whispered ghost of love she cannot see.
Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days

Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week

Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes

The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us

We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.

Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness

My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.

Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace
Naked, she stands,  
eyes fixed, lips raised toward sky—  
What if I’d taken the red-eye?  

Blood rushes, falls;  
knees meet ground, no bed at all.  

She glides,  a velvet chain,  
tongue where sweet honey rains.  

Her scent fills air’s swell—  
my soul under spell.
Taÿpen 7d
Your **** is my favorite instrument
Strumming my fingers between your legs
Tuning you up until you’re soaking wet
Strings of your juices collect on my fingers
As you sing that sweet symphony from your lips
I won’t stop playing until the song is over.
Micko 7d
Just like an angel flung out of space ,
My love for you will always be genuine,
A beautiful flower in my garden,
I'll  forever water you,
Keep you close to the window so that you can flourish,
You're  no ordinary flower but a  queen in my garden,
Your  enticing pheromones will feel the room,
And I'll be the only bumblebee to pollinate you, my love,
Deep inside your alluring  petals  covered  with your nectar,
I'll be so committed in your garden,
I'll keep coming back for more and more,
And you'll magnificently bloom in all seasons.
The new dawn 222.
Micko Nov 12
Her kitchen is my safe haven,
Nutritious and full of sweet aroma,
She is a professional,
She knows how to feed my cravings,
Unlimited service 24/7,
Hey, here is your tip.
The new dawn 222.
Micko Nov 11
Some nights into the fantasy  world I sink ,
Eyes closed as I visualize you each second ,
The shape of your body, your sensitive skin,

Lost in your eyes,
I stretch my hand and pull you closer,
Your body against mine,
Our lips touch,
Our tongues entangled,
The soft and slow moans fill our room,
As we dance to the music of our sweet sounds,

From a far we can  hear our heartbeats, as our souls sync,
Into the wilderness we fly,
If this love is a sin , why does it feel so pure and holy  loving you?
Through sultry silken mists, I wander, lost in desire,
as morning's fiery kiss awakens the earth's sweet fire.
The air is heavy with secrets; I sip dew's sweet wine,
and savor the taste of her, my lips still tingling with the sign—
a longing that lingers, a hollow ache that echoes with each sigh

I know this path, where her silhouette unwinds,
a serpentine embrace, stone by stone.
The trees, like sentinels of hushed secrets,
their leaves a whispering veil, our wet skin made known

Her hair, like Fall, lays a veil of auburn leaves,
soft as tears that nourish the earth.
Where roots and shadows intertwine,
her essence mingles, a sweet rebirth  

I close my eyes, and her gaze enfolds,
warm breath tracing my skin's tender folds.
The fog caresses me, a sensual embrace,
blouse and shorts fall as leaves, I let her memory find her place

Last night, our scents became as one,
a drip of honey on love’s mound
this morning, unwashed, I carry her still—
a sacred musk, our souls now bound

The cool air stirs with nature's gentle sigh,
slowly parting my sticky legs, to catch her passionate cry,
Lungs draw in deep the wild musk's sweet fire,
a hidden pulse my body fuels with desire

I sink into the leaf-carpeted ground,
dew flows within, soothing my every desire.
As fog and earth finds our scent,
my wetness flows with nature's intent.

In fog's embrace, her memory unfurls,
our scents, our dreams, mingle, then soar;
the earth's pulse beats beneath my flushed skin,
as my breath kindles the forest's glow within.

The rush of water, her sultry sighs—
a lover's serenade, sweet and clear;
I close my eyes, swept away by lush tones,
each caress a memory I hold dear.

But morning's fire will melt this misty veil,
and her faint trace will dissolve into light.
My body, flush with memories that prevail,
will face the day with a jade-like, shadowed trail

For what is life without her radiant love,
if only nature whispers our hidden truth—
two souls adrift like autumn leaves that fall,
our brief, glimmering, lost youth.
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