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Suckled
My lower lip swells gently
Like a rose in bud after a summer shower
I have what I

need, I am ready to be opened
I am opening already
And inside, an invitation
That can only be read by

You.

Oh, I came
Here ripe and ready as
the swollen summer moon.

On a sweet, still moment
our fates linger, waiting
On a pregnant, prescient pause.

Quiet, comes the
Quivering storm.
When I originally posted this poem it ended it after the word 'you'. I felt it needed something more, but some people preferred the shorter version, so...it can be read either way, I'd be interested to know which version people prefer.
Its the perfect costume for a superhero goddess, and it makes her feel invincible; fishnet stockings, blazing red bra, heroine hotpants and the clincher; kitten heels.

Bunny can take on the world, now, appropriately dressed. She's got superpowers, alright, the doom-dogs seem to think so, and they're running scared.

Those rumours, that they trade and use and barter, of baby bunny's beautiful mouth, sloe doe eyes, and inexhaustible tongue. It's been said that she can bring an evil tyrant to his knees as she sinks down to her own, it's been said, she's good and bad, so very bad, so very, very good...

But, listen!

*** bunny's been given a new mission; There's a new and timely terror, and the doom-dogs are, of course, the evil source; find and *******, *** bunny, the formidable phallus of doom.

Only you, ***** tawny Queen of Dawn are up to the task. Don your whiskered mask, wriggle your nose once, twice, yummy bunny, and fly, fly! Find the phallus, save the world.

It's your destiny.
You were born to blow the horn for cosmic ****.
Inspired by 'Rhymeslut,' Harriet Tecumsah Watt's published volume of poetry, and the movie 'Barbarella'.
When there's lust in love
It is so strong, it, it...it
could almost **** you.

It, it...it overwhelms you
In the corners of the morning
In the all exhausted evening,
Every moment; all the time.

Lust, and love, together
Sensual, hedonistic pleasure,
Altruistic, all-encompassing,
Of this, we mortals dream.
The Ancient Greeks had around 30 words to describe love in all its shades and complexities - we have just one.

'Eros' is the Ancient Greek term for romantic and ****** love. 'Pragma' is love which endures.
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She dances in circles,
Moving through the beat
In the hazy spanish heat.
Skirts fly, hungry eyes
Following her firm brown thighs
Pumping arms, and thumping feet
in the hazy spanish heat.

She dances with abandon
Lost and found, dizzy and wet
With a stranger she just met.
Hands clasped, waist grasped
Churning dust amidst a fevered lust,
Move the dance to tangled sheets,
In the hazy spanish heat.
Watching a dancing girl and a captivated boy, on a sultry spanish evening.
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You are my dragon, dear heart,
You are the roaring force, the fire inside.
I will ride you, boldly, proudly,
Take me where I need to be.

I am made of clay, I need your flames
To make me whole, to bring me to myself.
I have been moulded, but now, I crave the melding,
Breathe on me; set me free.

Dream me now in brilliantine,
Dream that you are mine.
Meet me there, the blazing air
Will feed the flames, birth char-sweet destiny.

You can do this, breathe a world to life,
I know you can, firebreather, raging volcano,
Carry me, I burn so, lava borne,
to our world, dragon, darkly dreamed.
Inspired by 'Dark Dragon' the amazing first novel in the 'Cosmic Warrior' series by Paul M Chafer.
A hint of peppermint,
Musk and *****, just so;
You are my spice blend,
Aromatic, oh, oh!
We meet, bittersweet
Teasing, tongue to teeth,
Spicy liquor tones beneath,
Such a mouthfeel, unsurpassed,
A potent blend, that’s made to last.
Scenting, heady, ready, we
A blended alloy, meant to be.
What pulsates, in here?
All of life, a carmine boom,
In a stark blue room.

Ice will chill, but blood is warm
Racing, chasing blues away,
Begging love and happiness to stay.

Red, forever reigns
Scarlet heart shall overrule the gloom
In this forsaken, sharp blue room.
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