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At the hint of your touch my eyes begin to slide closed in slow motion as my body inhales inclining anticipation. My flesh poised for ignition. Exposed. Your glide creates electric waves of sensation, rippling through me dimensionally. Expanding oxygenless rapture where every cell comes to full attentioned life and every single atom drinks in boundless pleasure. Delighted by the tendrils of your touch my entire being dances in the earthy ***** thrum that makes me want to dig my toes into dirt and root down deep to enjoy the fullness of you.
 Mar 2018
wordvango
That first minute,
I knew.
As soon as she looked
My way. Her eyes,
The way the sunlight
Sparkled in them.
She touched her hair.
Its called grooming.
She ran her hand through her
Curls.
The corners of her mouth
Turned up.
I saw her nostrils flare.
This man woman stuff
Is almost ferile,
Animalistic, basic.
My senses sparked
Picking up every clue.
Over her shoulder
The sun peaked over
El Dorado. The waves crested
On matador beaches.
I took my sombrero off
Hoisted it in the air.
Clicked my boot heels
Together.
She was mine. We made
Forever
Kinds of love.
Not just ***
But roaring
Fires of volcano
Always glowing
Flamed
Kind of love.
Flowing
Now.
You told me you get up at 3 am a lot if nights. You check to see if I've written. This is for you my love at 3.
 Feb 2018
zebra
Ill eat you like a *******
and her dark little mad sister too

will you share my face?
just a little foreplay during corpse moon
all weeping kisses
as I lick your mouths last breath...
crimson smile's
for milky sheath

you lift your chin high
cheshire grin
a begging shell
devil girl in waiting
with every pulse of blood
drowning kisses
a torn shawl
and midnights sleeps caress
in shrunken gauze
my body your mausoleum

your
pomegranate ****
disappears while cooking dinner
for broods clamor

waiting drenched
for your ghastly desert
eaten raw
like bread to the bone
while others sleep
in flickering dreams
adult ....dark ******
 Feb 2018
Pagan Paul
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She kneaded her dill dough.
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© Pagan Paul (04/02/18)
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 Feb 2018
Pagan Paul
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I could kiss you through the words of a rhyme,
letters delivered with tender exquisite affection,
each syllable a moisture drop on delicate lips,
velvet verse licking porcelain, tasting perfection.

Stanzas saturated with the metaphors of love,
dripping salaciously upon your excited sighs,
I kiss your lips through the words of a rhyme
as they glisten like a jewel between your thighs.



© Pagan Paul (20/02/18)
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