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ToT 5d
The way you move your hips
To the rhythm we’ve created
As the lips slide across one another
****, you so ******’ wet
To the way I push down on ya pelvis
My otha lips French kissin’
Our tongues rubbing, caressin’ ... vertically sometimes a horizontal movement
All while your juices run into mine ....
The rhythm we’ve created is mixing the two
Creating this ******’ mess we call ecstasy
The most wettest, slipperiest, sweet as nectar comes
The perfect consistency to slurp
Just to allow a little to drip so that it can be twirled and played with
It’s called sprung juice.... THA ******* GOING type juice... The “I promise to always...” juice.... That I’m not and don’t ******* play when it comes to you no matter who it is!! Tha ****!
The feeling makes my limbs go numb
Creates this pulsating wavy feeling
I’m weak, your panting and we’re in total bliss
Too sensitive to touch
Too sensitive and exhausted to move
“Just let me lay here” I tell you
The supernova we created was so intense
We can only hold hands while we fall asleep
Wishing to dream of what just took place
I’ve met my match
I have the intimacy piece that was missing
It was you, My ******’ Dawg 🤞🏽💕
Written: 04/05/20 Finished: 09/22/25
Brian Mutua Aug 27
The nights that keep me awake,  
In dreams where we meet and simply are
But at the dawn of a new day,
A new phase that’s old  
It shows me the truth:  
That you are far.  

I wonder;
Why didn’t the creator build a portal,  
Where a single word could summon you to me?

Then, every time,  
I’d wear you around my neck like a charm,  
And the world would work properly for me  
Because you’d be around.  
In my mind,  
You’re the captain of this ship.  
You help navigate every direction.  
What an empty soul I’d be without you

You are the fire that fuels me.  
In you, I see life.  
And in my dreams, I only dream of you.  
A nightmare?  
That’s not part of my story.  

In silence, I envision a future  
And on every page of that future,  
Your name is written.  
You have a voice that heals,  
A smile so special,  
That only you carry.

Where are you really from?  
Are you the special one made  
In a land of myths,  
Where truths are often ignored?  

You’re the one thing I found truth in.  
There is no hell in your reality  
And even if it existed,
I could endure it because of you.

You’re my dream,
The one I never wish to wake from,  
But live in.  
You’re my life
The one I don’t wish to die from,  
But explore forever.  

You’re my desire,
The one I find pleasure in,  
And never want to stop seeking.  

You’re my destiny,
The one I don’t fully know yet,  
But in you, it’s already written.

Hope, above all
You are my everything.  
And nothing can defeat you.
This poem is dedicated to those whom their lovers are distanced by circumstance but wish to be closer at the same time.
Zywa Aug 19
His caress gently

lays me in a mellow bowl --


of purring pleasure.
"Diary 1970-1971" (2011, Frida Vogels) - May 7th, 1970, Bologna ('faire minette')

Collection "Trench Walking"
Zywa Aug 8
The tip of your tongue

is beautiful, red and round --


Delicious candy.
For Madelief dK

Collection "Local traffic"
Zywa Aug 8
I'm a little light-

headed, that's not good, although --


floating is lovely.
Collection "Local traffic"
CE Uptain Jul 22
A body loves a pleasured mind
Let’s see what pleasures we can find
One more “let me hold you tight”
One more time to get it right

Let me love your pleasured mind
See what pleasure your body can find
One more “please don’t stop”
One more or until you drop

A body loved and a pleasured mind
Not one feeling left behind
One more “can I kiss you again”
One more “until you say when”

A body loves a pleasured mind
I love you with all I can find
One more “don’t ever let me go”
One more “don’t ever say no”
Thanks, this one was a pleasure to write.
Marwan Baytie Jul 20
**** Me With Your Beauty

Float your beauty,
your wild, aching sexiness
a storm in silk,
a sin wrapped in flesh.

**** me
with your pleasure,
with your wicked grace.
Burn me.
Don’t explain.
Don’t wait.

Just do it.
Undo me.
With what God gave you.

A glance,
a touch,
a breath that owns me.

**** me.
**** me
slowly,
completely
until I am nothing
but the echo
of your name.
The uniVerse May 4
Where the last ***** died we're not quite sure
but sailors reported one just off shore
floating in a bathtub of brine
the batteries died but it still works fine
manual labour equal rights
beating yourself up for delight
selfish pleasures hidden treasures
hand in hand in equal measure
some have suggested a museum
as their last resting place
so everybody can see them
where sailors don't give chase
stuffed and mounted how ironic
a virtual knickknackatory
how we merged with the bionic
each one telling its own story
A.I. at its lowest function
numbing pain through pleasures gain
I heard the newer models had suction
but all in all, it's just the same.
Someone decided to spam my inbox with ***** pictures when I confronted them about it they told me to go write a poem about it so here it is...
Silvestre Apr 25
emitting a light
that is blinding

the faces of people
displayed and
multiple texts
swirled like a
fruit salad

the light it shines
is an act of artificial
prayer
a saccharine
heaven or
a bitter
hell
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