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

upon her sultry menu
Elizabeth Squires

gyrating
to and fro
hypnotic
mesmeric
her hips did move
men were lured
into her pelvic groove
the spangling sequins
on her costume
shimmered
in their most desirous eyes
how they all
aspired
to
dance
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
Sultry his mellow tone
SPT
SPT
Nov 28

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
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**
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  

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  
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...
 
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