Babe, there's many kindsa cravings:
the vanilla kind, where young idiots
write about how they miss his
or her touch on their skins.
or the morbid kind, where another
lot lament how they'd rather die
than not see each other.
I'll tell you of this real and adult craving:
babe, I ******* miss my manhood
feeling ron n ***** up your moist hindside.
Babe, its a crack kinda craving,
the sight of which, beneath wet garments
and better yet, when parted
revealin that silly sorry slithery
gateway to the netherheavens,
this is the kinda crack, harder than coke,
that my adult craving craves, this
craving, babe, is for the real.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
Babe, when I plow in and out of you,
palms holding your luxury buttocks
and lips on your bare *****
bodies moist in sweat and anticipation
in this low light, feeling a fleeting pulse
of your flowing hair is ecstasy, is ecstasy.
I'm a kneeling missionary of the gasm,
yes, the big O shooting to heavens.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
there's something vulnerable
about your *****
babe - whenever
I watch that pepper bush
I become vulnerable
and all I want to do
is to finger the moist bases;
there's something vulnerable
about your buttocks:
babe - whenever
your warm arse's in my palm
I become vulnerable
and all I want to do
is to dig into the honey vases;
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
holding you in my arms
sweat mingling in sweat
babe, this is an experience:
to smell the scent of a woman,
to feel your warmth on my skin
and trace the tips of your hair
by my finger tips at the neck,
to taste your moist firm lips,
and hear you moan soft
entreaties to my eager ears,
calling my aroused response:
babe, I know no other
that triggers all my senses
this way, this way....
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
stand like that, babe,
don't undress, tonight
stand, looking at the moon,
stand, turning your **** to me.
oh as I imagine the
moist gingerholes that lie
behind those cheeks.
oh the borderline:
mezzanine - that's polite
for everything fine
on the bottom floor, isn't it?
what's the word for it -
paroxysm? stand that way:
no sight like hindesight,
as they say, flashlight,
watertight, those plugpoles
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
He thinks he has her in control.
He thinks he possesses her body
as she wiggles her **** and teases
her **** for him: oh my babe he's
lost in his fantasy - well she knows
she's just lubing up her toy to
please her good, she's a player!
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
oh, baby, tonight,
the wind's a bit bitter on skin
tonight, the itch strikes
oh, baby i'd so love
to plug all nature's loose ends
oh when you
crawl to me like that,
knowing you are all lubed
for me, tonight,
there's a crank that goes wild
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
Babe, now I become the hunted.
When you wiggle your buttocks
in such taste, to the slow peeling
of the thong, uncovering those
honey-tubes wet in desire, I die
in my knees: girl, now I can resist
no more, this groin-pang to plug
that ***** damp gaping blank.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
You have me seduced by just your words,
girl, reading these lines, corners of my frame
have come alive tingling; In my secret desire
I admired her whose body was poetry in
motion, but wondered how her mind be:
Now I see your mind is poetry pure, I don't
care to question the beauty sustaining it!
Baby, under saline suns, you in a figure-
hugging dress, yes, let's meet at some sandy
beach, and drunk of your verse mingling
with the breeze - I'll lick those lips that
utter such sublimity, and feel that beauty
on my skin that's capable of such poetry!
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
Oh, sacred cloth, soft gateway
to heavenly ends, moist
by the pink lips, guarding
holy realms between
thighs and hips, always
tempting behind trousers
and minis of smart lasses,
repository of smells, naughty
behind the ass-crack:
to behold you, to touch you
to smell you, to taste you,
is indeed my salvation!
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 1:49 AM UTC