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

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



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




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



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



Thrumming trembles
The quench of thirst
Beneath the swelling tide
Melted
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

enigma
enigma
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
Shoulders
Last night…

oh the passing of our passions...
#passion   #lust   #alive   #sultry  
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.

D Conors
May 31, 2010

Where sparkles flash,
angels are known to dance,
in an ebony-pitch glistening diamond
Royal rose;
I dream the dreams so fleeting,
awakening, wondering,
when the day slides slowly from the
Sanctuary of Sleep's Sweet Kingdom,
where those eyes
flashed their finest Wine-
song forever in a glance that makes me
sigh,
makes me wish for Willow-weeps
beneath the crystalline tears of my breathless
yearning
left laying lonesome on my pillow.

Your eyes are like that.

D. Conors
c. 16 March 2000
Spam Poems
Oct 19, 2013

Howdy, fellow! I have always guessed that fishing is bullshit!
How foolish I was! It is the most fantastic rest imaginable!
My closest friend got me to the fishing grounds and we arranged
the most breathtaking time of all.
See my profile to see new glowing naked snappers. 
The only funny thing is that we caught no fish at all. But who cares?

 
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