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 Apr 20 cesario
Sawyer
I love her.

With her dark brunette hair,
always down over her shoulders in cascading waves,
Or ******* behind her head so that I can see her eyes.

Oh, her eyes.
Bright and alluring and sweet.
Alight with a smile that compares only to the one on her lips.

And her lips.
Always tilted up in a bashful smile.
And one side always goes higher than the other,
But I don't tell her because I think it's cute, and I don't want her to stop.

Someday she'll kiss me.
Because I'll never be brave enough to try myself.
And the lips I love so much will touch mine.

I love her

For her hair and her eyes and her lips and her mind,
Which is logical, but with a hint of romance and a vast imagination,
An artistic eye and a sweet, flustered girl just beside that.

She's perfect.

And I love her.

I love her so much.
 Feb 2021 cesario
Mick
first kiss
 Feb 2021 cesario
Mick
ah
so this
is what lips
are for
Nostalgia.
Find me @MickRWrites on Instagram <3
 Feb 2021 cesario
XnwxrMxlik
Next time I want to break my fingers
Is when they are inside of you
Don't wanna try up something new
Spread your legs wide open
Leme eat you
My wandering hands
Miss doing you
Caress you down
Until your face turns red
And your body blue
Don't worry wait'in
You can have me in the afternoon
Kiss me like it's our last one boo
Nothing about it will be cruel
Won't mistreat you
It's just me and you
When our dreams come true
At Liverpool
On our bedroom love pool
Making love like fools
Just me and you honey
Under the moon...
Love is the lxw, love under will
 Feb 2021 cesario
Yash
A Day Late
 Feb 2021 cesario
Yash
A beautiful day
Isn't it?
Valentines day
14 February isn't it?

Cardinal rose of love
Cupid´s arrow.
Flamingo flowers of affection
Aphrodite´s blessing.

Lips passionately becoming one.
Confessions of undying love.
Eyes sparkling like pink fizz.
Celebrations of commitment.

A ballad of love.
Dance of desire.
Salsa of lust.
Tango of joy.

Cupid, master puppeteer.
Puppets of permission
Strings of ***.
Dolls of wild desire.

Set of school.
Costumes of conformity
Stage of society.
Theatre of time waste.

A day too late
Isn't it?
Single day
15 February isn't it?

Raven rose of loneliness
Cupid´s curse.
Crow crown of isolation
Aphrodite´s apathy.

Masks of memories.
Lovely lights of love.
Beautiful ballad of breaths.
Slow dance of dedication.

Dress of dreams.
Halls of happiness.
Queen of diamonds.
King of hearts.

Isle of isolation.
Lake of loneliness
Welcome to the
Lonely hearts club.

Home of hollowness.
Eyes of emptiness.
Please enter the
Lonely masquerade ball.
 Sep 2020 cesario
Merry
In the smoke and haze
I could lie for days
Bound by dreams
Of vivacious scenes

A matriarchal mistress
From Sacher-Madoche novella
Gleaming eyes; a cruel smile
Courtesy could not last for a mile

Spank and strike,
Dearest love and goddess
Do not shirk from such duty
****** and tantalising

Bask in decadent moonlight
By the wisp of cold wind
Cure your sadism
And sate your masochism

Within piquant smell of leather
Find your balance
Between lust and love
Dealt with swift blows so keen and easy

All whilst recounting your ****** burden
Unto lovely Aphrodite
She is taken with vile passion
And laden with fur and velvet
Inspired by Venus in Furs
 Sep 2020 cesario
zebra
flex and perspire my darling
would you mind a small suffering for craven kisses
to have your dark fig **** and drenching *****
stroked with a tickling finger lingering
and strong hands around your sweetly curved throat
that shunt the breath
to yield willingly for sharp-toothed nibbles with surprise tongue whipping?

will you present your soft belly and cupping *******
for dark cruelties that excite beyond tabulation
will you present yourself with smiles
and goddess leg show
sobbing for feral pink spires gleaming
while quivering thighs
turn hot red from the slap of the leather strap splitting stings?

will tears of love
mix in wild berry utterance
and flashing spitfire’s tongue?

are you made for this?
your every whimper an invitation
like an open pink gate
do you need the saint of dark desires to rescue you
from banal dim-witted all american in and out?

do you need to drown in oceanic wave tsunamis
of hot butter **** glitter, blood flooding gasms
and tender aftercare?

my wish
that you shimmer like silver
possessed
by the saint of sadism
popes of eros
who fill you with the milk of the moon
all stars that melt you into the depths of paradise

and that this dark ecstasy
is the only suffering you will ever know.
your pain is my pleasure
mmmmm
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