I sit by and think of you
Eccentric yet beautiful, shy too
Vibrant aquamarine color blue
Human chemistry never looked so good
Eli Junior(c)
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
I didn't know what to think,
Pinned down I was in a single blink.
Tackled down viciously, and no restraint
My body ached, lungs incapacitated and body weight faint
Light it was, but enough to bruise my chest
Dexterous hands she boasted, but she didn't rest
I struggled under her dominance
Such powerful grip she had in instant
I bucked with each movement she made
The soft round firm muscles of her *** perfectly shaped
Each moment she came down on my crotch
A searing fervor of heat with no stop
The wetness of her lower walls embracing
My own growing arousal without any patience
"What now Big Boy?"
"I'm not your **** toy."
She huskily grew closer to my ears
All the while her juices dripping clear
I could tell by strength and knowledge alone
That my hip flexor muscle was now torn
Definite eroticism in such a goddess
But actions alone proved her not modest
My heart throbbed and rapidly palpitated
The eagerness in her position accelerated
"Ugh...stop it what I do this time?"
"Nothing. Its what you didn't do tonight."
She continued to gyrate and elevate
I felt the indefinite bruising in my wrist dictate
The growing heat and pleasure she was feeling
Not something that I wanted, but wasn't disagreeing
I wanted to slow her down and pick up with reason
She slammed her lips with mine as if it was treason
The blood on my mouth and her own scent
Just raised the growing ****** tensions present
She moved and moved and it grew into a frenzy
Clothes discarded, shoes unwanted, undoubted human chemistry
Face to face, eye to eye, power on her cause I was denied
Any action to pleasure in form, but it was no truth I was lied
"Keep going Big Boy."
"I'm not your **** toy."
Placing hands on my chest, feet to my face
Beautiful dominance, in every possible way
Denial isn't easy, but it sure is powerful
*** she was going to get, but at her own disposal
Eli Junior(c)
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Haven't been sleeping lately
One could ask a simple question
Why I can't give into slumber
I fend off Mel and Collie.
Maybe in the deepest parts of my mind
I tremble and cry all alone
Such actions should be beneath me
Such actions should not bother me
Yet, year after year my affection grows
Oh, how I could hold you now.
Under a blanket of Autumn leaves.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Further
Understanding
Crucial
Knowledge
Left
Out
Vulnerable
Emotions
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
There she sat.
All alone.
Dead eyes.
And bleeding throat.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Of madness, enticing as it was
A curiosity instilling sensation
Perhaps mental consternation.
No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Of a mind blowing dilemma
That twists and turns anxiety
Into a frightening novelty
No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Of a child seeking company
The one entitlement to their name
Only to play in tormenting flames
No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Neither presence nor concept
Neither essence
Perhaps...
Darkness.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
its essence is not there
but its presence lingers
quite aware of our fears
but caressing our fingers
should you close your eyes
it will greet all the same
for it was with a simple goodbye
that it learned your name
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
in the madness that follows broken swallows
flightless birds whose wings are broken, a token
of this worlds cruelty, some likening to a novelty
a pass time of society gaining popularity not notoriety
flightless birds whose dreams no longer pure, one deems
a twisted distortion upon the frail who seek to prevail
an existence within decaying trees, a stench to rob the free
flightless birds whose song fades, for today is made
in the notion that a path is set, for those who lost a nest
and can no longer return home, death a persistent norm
out of depth they are, for flightless they became
out of one world and into another, all the same
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
I exist only to suffer
At the hands of men
Who know only their mother
But it's with this cursed coexistence
I exist to suffer
Alongside women
Who only knew their father
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
I often wonder
If I'm normal
To sexually explore
To release my hidden pleasures
Eroticism
Of hidden treasures
I often wonder
If I'm normal
To feel sexually aroused
By my maiden's feet
Her beautiful arches
Decadent soles
Jeweled anklets
And delicate toes
This ****** exploration
A fetish it seems
Of which I barely know
Of which I am curious
Maybe nibble her toes
If only she knows
I often wonder
If I'm normal
To be sexually charged
Stimulated to *******
As she pumps her feet
Wrapped gently around me
As my ******** she meets
A gratifying ****** bliss
This ****** exploration
Of a fetish new to me
Of which I barely know
Of which I enjoyed
She squeezes out a moan
I'll be sure to come for more
If only she knows
Such beautiful toes
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC