our bodies grinding in a sultry rhythm
Feb 5

the mingled sounds of our moans
our tongues in a hypnotic dance
our bodies grinding in a sultry rhythm

#love   #desire   #sultry  
Your hushed laughter so sultry,
Ankit J Chheda

Your hushed laughter so sultry,
Makes me want to kiss you over and over,
And taste you top to bottom,
You sexy thing

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......

Sultry his mellow tone
Nov 28, 2014

Sometimes Berry White comes to me
Through the mist in my foggy dreams
Lacing my hands on his body
Slowly breaking him down
Sultry his mellow tone
Setting the mood
I exhale his fumes
So much good in the air
Thick opulence like opal jewels
As the light shines through
Dancing in rays of prisms
Barry takes my hand
And kisses my lips
I'm high in heaven

Nice last two nights
Lol, it's coming your way SM
Berry whites elephant
Anderson Mwachofi
Anderson Mwachofi
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**
I want to sip your sultry sundry,
Jack Savage
Jack Savage
Aug 15, 2014

I want to 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.

Vincent Moore
Vincent Moore
Mar 26      Mar 26

Thinking of you, the distance

between galaxies, leap years

beyond the Milky Way, my flesh

though yearning for yours and

despite the space and emptiness

left in my heart, you are here.

In my dreams although so vague

it seems you do occupy them from

limits so remote and I stand here

alone upon earth's dreary shores

yearning for you.

No matter where I am, you can be

so close but removed, between

the highest ranges and deepest seas,

standing there I see you and you

see me. Our thoughts and telepathy

linked, our eyes seeking the deepest

parts of our love, our hearts bleeding

to reunite, oh my love where are you?

The rain falls, the tears drip slowly

down my cheeks, I yearn for them,

as nimble my thoughts capture yours,

your scent. Oh thoughts you kill me,

please leave me now, withdraw behind

the miles and into the blackest of holes.

In my darkness and dreams I am directed

to your light and it forms an aura around

you, bright shades of violet whose shadows

do frame your glow and natural beauty

upon the rock chained awaiting the key of

love's release.

Though divided by it and separated by

distance your absence makes me stronger

with thoughts of love so sweetly, so woven

and spun like silk clinging in time and felt

as your lips kiss me through a thin veil

separating us.

So blessed am I in my imperfections,

as my eyes though sightless in the darkness

of sleep, meet your heavenly glow fragmented

in heavy sleep. My day's end and favor me

with the night to see you again, my dreams

I welcome and the universe is ours.

© Copyright Vincent Moore 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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

upon her sultry menu
Elizabeth Squires
Elizabeth Squires
Dec 11, 2014

to and fro
her hips did move
men were lured
into her pelvic groove
the spangling sequins
on her costume
in their most desirous eyes
how they all
in her tantalizing field
a scorching heat
she did produce
which generated
a furnace of ardency
in a smoke filled bar
on ninth avenue
men did feast
upon her sultry menu

#dance  #desire  #ardency
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