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danny Aug 2017
I feel my warmth,
slick and ready,
Wanton and soft
I love myself.

Trim and smooth,
Tempo slow to begin,
My nerve endings electric,
I love myself.

Eyes closed, I can picture your body,
feel your hands all over mine,
Wet now, dripping.
I love myself.

My kitty is purring now,
faster and steady,
With each caress and stroke.
I love myself.

******* now cupped,
Cocooned in bliss,
Rubbing my ******,
I love myself.

Eyes rolled, toes clenched,
Fireworks dancing, I BLAST OFF
Writhing, moaning, releasing
I love myself.

Weakened bliss flows down
Worries and cares removed,
Smile on face
I love myself.
Lyla takes care of her own business.
danny Aug 2017
****
Words just flew from my mouth
Wish I could **** them back.

I know that you know that I know,
Crimson floods my cheeks.
What is this gonna cost me?

Hands on your hips
"Oh really" on your face.
This is hurting us both.

Creator of the time machine
Will save the world.
But I have to deal with this now.
danny Aug 2017
Blonde hair, tight tanned body
Not usually my type but
You stir something in me down there.

You smile shyly,
Girl, you are going to get us into more trouble.
You don't seem to need much coaxing.

Down slides the red cocktail dress,
Your toned body freed.
Black lace ******* shielding heaven.

Soft lips on mine, feels so good
Supple ******* in the palm of my hand,
Pinching ***** *******, a specialty of mine.

Feeling you tremble underneath me
Floods my cup,
I cannot wait to taste you.

I feel your fingers slide
between my thighs,
As our tongues do ballet.

Going to gain our membership
to the sisterhood now.
Wet knuckle status.

We are top to toe,
Better access.
I am starving for you.

It wont take us long to reach Nirvana,
I get it now,
I would have burnt my bra if I ever wore one.

Your ****** and my mouth are a perfect match
I do not usually swing this way
but am honored to dip my toe in your pool.

Crying out you pull away.
That's not how I work,
You will leave complete or not at all
Lyla from my previous one night stand trilogy, my first one in a series of ****** poetry, I decided to continue doing more, Feed back is welcome
danny Aug 2017
I doubt that I am home here,
my feet do not touch the ground,
you expect me to build a life,
but I struggle to pay my rent.

The world always seems to want,
to bet against the hero,
I am constantly trying to be the man,
but my feet do not touch the floor,

You can see the semi-wannabe's
floating through the situations,
I want to be like "I was here first"
but I won't.

I want to scream from the roof tops,
but I live underground, the comet doth cometh,
I shout "Come on *******,
"Sell me something I can believe in"
danny Aug 2017
You keep plugging away at my warmth,
Gliding on each others bodies
Slippery with sweat and weak,
Your breath smells of whisky, I like that.

My ******* are slapping back and forth
as your tempo increases,
You reach around and ***** my filth
I am close now, so gloriously close.

Your body shuddering against my back
Chest hair coarse as you empty into me  
I look into your brown eyes as you tremble under my touch
"Say my name" I whisper.

I pull your hair to focus you
All eyes have to be on me,
I see you take in my shining spent body
"Lyla" you utter, "You're name is Lyla"
Final part in the one night stand trilogy, I have enjoyed writing ****** poems so I think I will continue doing so with the character Lyla
danny Aug 2017
You pull my hair as I slurp on your shaft,
I can feel you relax under my touch,
My mouth is watering now
It is usually rude to talk with your mouth full
But I cant help myself.

All fours on the bed,
you devour me with your eyes,
You tickle my feet and I bite my lip
I can feel your finger touching my moist ****
your thumb rubbing my rosebud.

I **** my fingers to help it along.
No one can stop us now.
You move behind me and you enter
No one could save me now
Second part of the one night stand trilogy, again still finding out if I am good at ****** poetry so any feedback is welcome
danny Aug 2017
Our eyes connect across the room,
people pass in front of us.
Eye contact not broken.
I raise a toast at the drink you sent,
Off you come to  approach me.
I leave with a backward glance.

In the room your hand sliding down my front,
your other busy squeezing my ***.
I dedicate my moans to you
as I grind against your pole.
Off come my clothes,
naked as sin.

You slap my cheek to make it come alive,
its pink now, to match my full lips.
I get some dedication of my own
as I slide you inside of my face.
Off comes your wedding ring,
My play thing for tonight.
Part one of a one night stand trilogy poem, I am still trying to figure out if I am any good at ****** poetry so any feed back would be greatly appreciated.
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