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 Jul 2012
Kingafroninjaa
Standing outside her window..
He patiently waits for his moment to strike.
How is she able to weaken him without even meeting?
Is it so wrong that all he wants to do is keep her to himself?
He can't seem to find the strength to break away.

Sitting by her bedside..
He stares at her petite body while she's enters her dark & twisted world.
How is she able to leave him utterly breathless without even speaking?
Is it so wrong that all he wants to do is to just hold her and never let her go?
He needs to leave but the mere presence of her lifeless body has him trapped.

Staring at her body..
That he held in his red stained hands, he wonders what has happen to him.
How can this black beauty have the power to overthrow his 6ft build?
Is it so wrong that all he wanted to do was to make sure no one else can have her?
The girl that has haunted his thoughts & dreams finally belongs to him and no other.

She gets to sleep in his arms forever.
He gets to keep her in his arms forever.
Somewhat of a macabre Romeo & Juliet.
 Jul 2012
Kingafroninjaa
Can I drown in the sweet sorrow of your passion?
Bask in the drips of your essence and savor your liquid ecstasy.
Stare in awe at the contours of your body as it bends to my very will.
Making you feel as real as this fantasy world we have thrusted ourselves into.
Your soft whimpers caresses my ears as our spirits are driven by their own Heaven and Hell.
The rapid movements of your ribcage soothes my ravenous soul as our bodies intertwine with each other.
The aroma of our mixture captivates my subconscience as we're climbing towards your highest peak.
Your petite thighs clenching onto my physique build as the wave of nirvana overpowers your psyche.
She slowly drifts away from our fantasy world, leaving me here to dwell on her forsaken sorrow.
My body yearns to hear your voice in the endless darkness as it awaits for your return.
Can I cross the threshold into your garden of Eden one last time?
 Jul 2012
Wanderer
My hands gently sift through your silky hair
Pulling softly at the base to hear you moan
A shiver tingles down my spine at your purr
I can be impatient
I can be bossy
But you always give in to my urges
Ripping, tearing, biting, *******, a menagerie of ***** slick sweat ****
Bleed for me
What can they not understand about me needing that?
Crimson welling up beneath your ribcage
Only a small slice, small sacrifice to lay at your *** goddess's  feet
Most bring flowers but only you know what I really want
Copper twist rot ****** at the base of your ****
I can only give love once
Broken and bruised you'll never get the same me twice
Reborn matted and patched
Willing to skull stomp them all to come out on top
Triumphant
Bloodied
Sated
 Jun 2012
Brandon
Let me entwine my lips with yours
             and my fingers become your hair

Let me tremble my kiss with yours
             and my teeth become your neck

Let me weld my skin with yours
             and my hands become your *******

Let me burn my *** with yours
             and my lust become your craving

Let me spill my passion with yours
             and my love become your *ecstasy
 Jun 2012
Andrew Siegel
You throttle me
with warm pink eye
and grit your teeth
as if to cry
but you arch instead
and throw your head
Why didn't we do this in bed?
Soft beret, libelous libret
your naked heat
is sickly sweet
long lazy love
hot rain above
spills out below
and though we go
we came together
like a thunderous row
or a blushing feather
For Brook who inspired this poem and showed me how to embrace my naughty nature. Thanks =P
 Jun 2012
Wanderer
I used to hang out with subtleness
But she bruised my ego so I stripped her bare
Inviting promiscuity to be my friend instead
Open and easy my smiles come quick
Especially for him
The intensity of his gaze hugged close to my glistening curves
Heavy intentions tempo my movements deep and slow
The dance floor is crowded with seeking bodies
His eyes locked only on me
Devouring
I'm going in for the ****
Licking my lips, him chasing my hips
This is gonna be quick
Major rager tenting his chinos
I want some. Real bad.
His breaking dawn sunset scent making it impossible not to salivate
Closer. Come closer to me.
I am as close as I am going to get
Without falling
Hard. At his feet.
Begging him for just a taste
He doesn't know it yet
I am going to **** him down
Wants it but doesn't know it
I am going to swallow all that juicy ***
Craves it but doesn't know it
He will be the one begging
Begging for more
Gyrating inspired this. Belly dancing to BeatsAntique.
 May 2012
Wanderer
The heavy weight of his gaze penetrated the darkness
More aware of him now than ever before
Something has changed
Been following her for years starting as a child
Picking wild flowers at dusk
She could feel his hunger as it swept over her
Primordial awareness
Her breath hitches, throat dry, tongue swollen
Say something
She needed to know what to do
Closer to her now
Shuffling across cool wood floor
His eyes are a black pit, colorless
Whether rage or lust fuels him she cannot tell
Nostrils flaring, cheeks flushed
She is unsure
A bead of sweat slides down between her shoulder blades
His pupils contracted slightly as though it registered
True fear crowds her prominent thoughts
Lust.
Some sorcery has ensnared him, erratic
His canines visibly lengthen
I cannot wait to taste you. Dripping honey sweet his whisper slashes
She knew she was in trouble when she felt her secret flesh moisten
She inhaled sharply feeling  his earthy scent saturate every cell
Gliding palms skim softly across her pale chest up around the silky curve of her throat
She has waited for him to claim her for years
Slipping through the darkness
Always watching
No longer.
 May 2012
Sacrelicious
If God,
really wanted
his creations to
be hidden,
in the closet.
He wouldn't have
put a door **** on
the closet door,
in the first place.
Open up your mind and,
construct your
confidence,
turn the
free-life,
door ****.
&
Say a prayer
Then strut the **** out
of the darkness
into
the technicolor love
rainbow.
I may be a
prissy princess
but underneath
all the
gay, goth, glam
are big
******* steel *****.
**** me,
I'm easy.
Just kidding,
I'm infamous.
8==D
god <3's gay people.

religions h8.
not god.
god = love
 May 2012
Wanderer
Cigarette drag
Exhale
What am I doing here?
Smoke clouds waft gently around me
Twitch
Haven't felt right in months
Sleep. Wake. Stare. Sleep. Wake. Stare.
What day is it?
Gods, my head keeps pounding
Coffee sits half drank on the counter
Focusing on witty magnet sayings
Last night I had company
Raw. Visceral. Open.
Things went a little far
With you they usually do
Mostly due to boredom
You come to break the monotony
Bleed a little
Still asleep
Never said the safe word
Pineapple
Though you should have
Obsessed with making you beg for it in a tortured moan
Against my flushed skin
My kind of love can slip too deep
Don't fall for me
Poison
Addicted to the echos of your name on window panes
Evening light is still too harsh
Splash some water, deluge
Keep breathing.
Blood stains eventually fade.
 May 2012
Wanderer
Crushing ache throbbing through flesh and bone
I burn for you
But to ashes and into the wind is all the air you have to give
Steady rhythms of tears and rain swallow quiet evenings whole
I cannot recover
There is no drug or cure for me
Although cloud 9 knows my name
Whispering softly against goosebumped flesh
Come to me. Give in.
 May 2012
Wanderer
I heard you liked them wild
So I showed up not knowing what to do
But willing
The dark seat of your eyes bore into mine
I was nervous and shaking
Give in to me
A coaxing whisper from the shadows
Slid with a shiver over the translucent curve of my neck
How could I possibly find the strength to resist that voice
It dripped full and wet with aching softness
Desperation
My heart skipped beats, fluttered like crazy
Anything for you
The words hung between us
I watched as you ran your tongue over sharp teeth
Debating
Pounce
My head rolls back, moaning
Losing my grip
Harder I couldn't get enough
Too hard and I will rip you in two your reply calms the struggle
Shuddering hard at your touch, fingertips trailing
Your soft laugh at my eagerness is sweet
Full of fire and light
Swallowing me whole in the longest night I've ever known
Give in to me
Falling hard for wishing stars by the soft glowing of candle flame
 May 2012
Wanderer
I'll take it from here
Hand off the wine glass and pick up the carving knife
Her lythe body lay hacked clean of both right appendages
On the center of our dining room table
Mouth painted red and bruised
We normally eat together
I loved when he brought home beautiful women
All tormented and smelling of sorrow
Three raw, fresh fillets of meat lay out before him
His teeth curving into a smile
Gleaming in the bright light as he slices strips off
Holds them out to me
I **** at his fingertips while pulling away
The meat is tender, she was in excellent shape
I could taste her laughter melting into my jaws
Reaching for him, unable to resist
Sliding ****** hands down his torso to silk lounge pants
Knowing what was beneath them well
Anticipating what came next
Feeding always evolved into *******
The soft whisper of clothes shedding
Wicked heat radiating in waves
He pulls tight on my hair
Hiss
Lifting up and over the warm form of our dinner
Popping the head of his shaft into my tight heat
Groan
Slowly he grinds into me
Escalating into a bass beat influenced pounding
I scream into the dining room
Always released with his jutting ***
Slowing down to kisses and laughter
Let's eat
 May 2012
Wanderer
In the wet pulsing core of passion lays desire
It's beating heart one of playful lust and deep emotion
I lick my lips around a blow pop
Sugary sweet sour apple *** shot love
I would rather be popping my lips around your mushroom head
Soaking up the melody of your moans
As you tangle one too careful hand into the fall of my hair
Pull. Harder.
It's been awhile
Playing Russian Roulette with ****
I just hope this barrel is cocked and loaded
Your hips move faster
Pumping into my soft hole
"just like that. Oo yeah baby. I love ******* this mouth."
Pushed through clenched teeth
So close, on the edges of suffering
What can I do?
I reach up with my idle hand and tug gently on your straining sac
Your head flew back, blew the top clear off.
Your hands pulling harder.
Filling my throat with warm, salty ropes of ***
I swallow and smile, satisfied with myself
Watching you bask  in your afterglow
My eyes wander over your body, intrigued
Tingles race up my spine
Noticing you will definitely be up for round two
Aching with the knowledge of release
Already slick for you

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