Where he calls me...sultry
Aug 8, 2012

Where he calls me...sultry
I am
A silken storm of want
In the blush of moon...

Night falls long,
Humid, in the heat of ache
“I want you”
Rushes over me in droplets of

His voice
A  pour
Creamy smooth
A slip-slide down
My throat...

His dark touch
Beneath my starve,
Craving the sip,
Drowned in swallow...

Thrumming trembles
The quench of thirst
Beneath the swelling tide
Under silken tongue...

Slipping deeply into wetness
Pulsing raw
Lust surges strings of silk
Primitive and wild...

Where he calls me...sultry
I am......

I want sip your sultry sundry,
Jack Savage

I want sip your sultry sundry,
seething at the very sight of you,
knowing our skin could never be close enough.

I want to brace the wave that is you,
holding you over me as if a blanket,
knowing I could never be warmer.

within my trance of sultry nights*
Frieda P
Frieda P
Oct 1, 2013

Your musky scent lingered
wafted through my mind
my eyes glistened in the recall
echoed in enthralled moments,
Chantilly laced and perfumed
my body aches to do it again
a shiver tickles my inner thigh
flutter of fiery passion enraptured
left its brand upon my breast
your torrid kisses bruised my lips
pain and ecstasy of divine bliss
sizzling in thrashing slow motion
within my trance of sultry nights

Nov 19, 2013      Nov 19, 2013

Melody out to
Tug at my heartstrings
My lady’s voice.

A honeyed polished version
of Mariah Carey's.
breathtakingly sensuous with
a hint of naughty**

Just before dawn
The moon looms
Bright, bold
Shining through the skin
Of clouds
Sliding across her
Like the lace gliding off your
Last night…

oh the passing of our passions...
#passion   #lust   #alive   #sultry  
The sultry taste of pure lust,
Paul M Chafer
Paul M Chafer
Sep 28      Sep 28

So deliciously dark,
The sultry taste of pure lust,
Lingering upon my wet tongue; so hot!
I smile, lapping up your slinky essence,
Writhing, twisting, arching, resisting,
Attempting to deny my devilish charm,
Hiding behind flimsy veils of innocence.
Only, I know, deep inside, you burn,
No chains, or bonds, could ever hold you,
Knowing you want me, so very much.
Parting your hastily erected defences,
I snatch you up; we plunge into the fire,
As one, the flames consume, seared raw,
Forging an emotional alloy, thrashed out,
Hammered upon the anvil of sheer pleasure,
Quivering, breathless, enraptured and blissful,
Again and again, leaving us both sated,
Still tasting of sultry lust,
So deliciously dark.

©Paul M Chafer 2014

#lust   #dark   #sex   #sultry  
Twining in her petiole's sultry stream
Elizabeth Squires

Her pink bud did enrapture his gaze
The everything about her did amaze
Within him she did wake robust ardency
Nothing quelled the resolve of his desire
The sight of her instigated a fire
To be in steamy rapport twas his wish
How he hungered to taste of her dish
Captivating twas the rose's potency
Her comeliness did verily pleasure
His every thought taken by her treasure
Night came that time to imagine and dream
Whereupon his being could meld with her
Neath the lunar spell his mind did meander
Twining in her petiole's sultry stream

A picture of a Pink Rose prompted this write...
Faithful Sultry less
JoJo Nguyen
JoJo Nguyen
Jul 10, 2013

Faithful Sultry less
bleeding gone to die.
Toothy advice sense
take chase child in lie
to win favor from Mom,
Dad and narrow eye.
Fatty truth rubs
beneath a morsel joke,
beating bushy retreat
into a sheep's cloak.
Wrath swearing against
old, Sultry and three,
false age and stiff tail
boar honest friend's free.

Mrs White Ace
Mrs White Ace
Mar 8, 2012

Now, looking back,
I suppose there may have been an upsetting reason.

Then, I thought nothing of it.
Sex, for me, was never a visually pleasing thing anyway.
Sex, I'd suppose, is far more intimate ,and
a good 20 minute bike ride closer to making love,
for the blind than for the seeing.
'I don't like having sex with the light on' you said.
So, mostly dark were the hours we spent in your bed.

Now, looking back,
maybe the darkness was a must.
Maybe you needed to forget with whom you were dealing.
Although, if I remember correctly,
I think it was light(ish) that time
we fucked in a bush and I came on your family's picnic blanket.
Still, your eyes were shut throughout.

I'm a man who likes his carrots and
everytime I could see you as I snuck in, got stuck in.
Your eyes were never open when we use to start fucking.

Now, looking forward,
I suppose I don't really care.
Aslong as you are happy now
and when you fuck, you stare.

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