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 Dec 2018
Saumya
His thoughts keeps her eyelids dreaming all night,
Her fingers and her sighs become the best delights,
When memories of him, cross thru her  mind.
She opens her up and down,
Caressing and ******* herself
For her very favorite clown.
Her sighs and movements then knows no bounds,
When her fingers play religiously,deliciously and wildly,
Across and inside her mound .

Ah!  My lover,
Ah!  dear he,
His name is what,  
She secretly repeats.
While her movements grow hard,
Outside, inside and really deep.

She repeats the movement,
Can't really sleep,
His thoughts make her wet,
Deep and deep.

She rubs herself,
After ******* deep,
With a pillow,
The one she secretly keeps.

Her ah convert to Ahhhhs so sweet,
As contending thoughts keep her in peace,
And once she **** for him so deep,
It makes her then, sleep well indeed!
For my Fiance.
 Dec 2018
Lora Lee
conquer me
with your words,
for I am a poet
     of soul
my mind as open
as my spread thighs
my lotus aching
to welcome
your sword of gold
Unsheathe.
Come close.

until there is no light
between us
for inside grows
a luminance,
             ever-burning
as sharp as ghost pepper
as soothing as
spilt milk
on petalsilk skin
as nourishing as
the stillness
of secret ponds
let us spin our tongues
into lava flowers
as we call forth courage
from the sunken
mists
   of
       time
 Nov 2018
Rupert Pip
The smoke prowls
around your cherry lips.
I fuel the flame
as I grip your hips.
Knock me down
with a passionate kiss.
This tar ridden
dystopian bliss.

A black dress dormant;
dead on the floor.
Scalded my skin;
begging for more.
Your eye shadow gaze;
the front of the war.
Your hair pulled back;
this you adore.

Dig your nails through my skin;
I’ve longed to feel you burn within.
I’ve died to know how you’ve been;
but now I feel that I’ve been missed.
Whisper words
with a gentle grin.
As moonlight shines;
the fire begins.
Burning passion under the moonlit hour.
 Oct 2018
Laurel Leaves
I approached my *****
The tender charisma of something unholy haunted
Carved with my fingertips
the sacred verses
While my temple anointed fresh basins
Preparations waining
an exorcism
Chanted through pulsing
Pressure to release haunts
Hours of screams
Days of lusting
For the body that no longer begs
Wants
Where I birthed an age
Without your dark haze embedded in the sides of my rib cage
Allowed new lovers to taste
The fresh fruit
I no longer hollowed out
Begs of you
 Oct 2018
zebra
yahoo
its a road trip

she did the chicken head dance
hips swayed
like an evangelist of the lascivious
slicky, sticky, dicky
happily sicky
******* swallow
flooding her gullet
with spits, spats and waterfalls
for 300 gooey miles
like a Deer at a salt lick
to horney to send picture post cards

and her mouth sparkled
a regurgitating anthem of love
and a billion solar immolations
in the great
howling milky way roadtrip
*** adult
 Sep 2018
zebra
we are waiting for you
exiled
hungry with lust
wanting you shimmering in blood and ***
like red and creamy white ribbon ornaments
so that every suffering
makes you shiver just so

be brave little girl
it will hurt like Dracula's kiss
pains pleasure
pleasures pain
enough
spice to burn
enough
addiction to beg
every sting and gleaming bite
an ******
perfectly sexacuted
until your body gives out
like a fluttering martyr

and then we will take you at last
like a million black toothed lechers
*** adult
 Aug 2018
zebra
a curved pastry
like a prune danish
in a sway
a weaving kiss
anointed by a melting stick of butter,
pushed and puddled
deep and slow

the shape of a heart
with a hole in the middle
ooow dark fig
stinking rose
a comfort that sweetens with the grace of form
and pops like a trigger releasing a bullet

i covet
with eyes like erections
pants sticky wet
hot glue factory
for you love, my *** angel
red skin girl gaping
with circular yearning set in motion
tarnished petal mix meister
sinful hot house
for quaking tongue and lips,
a wild cherry *** kisser
spiked ***** blushing
lord of ****
solar ******* hero
flexed and oiled
to the rescue
a god send
triumphant and blessed
looks like a fast cigarette boat
hitting the speed bumps hard

she said yes please
dip like
nautilus of the black sea

What?

no loitering
no parking
not a through street

haahaahaa

****

that

****
adult ***
the ***** don't lie
and every word is a small miracle
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