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Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
my ***** ache
as tongue trails
****** to ******
licking, *******
engulfing each
tender breast

squeeze of
buttocks, lifting
sweetness to my
lips; tongue parting
labials, diving deep
into her honey ***

savoring nature's
nectar like a bee
to flower casting
away her inhabitions
or doubts as flames
of passion licks with
intensity searing
us in ecstasy

branding her,
loving her flesh
with kisses and
sweat becomes
steam in the
afterglow of our
nakedness

touching, inhaling
scent of ***
tasting one
another
frenetically
in
abandoned
ache
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Standing upon a precipice absorbing His glory;
mind wandering,

wrapped within thoughts of then and now.

Insight reels me back pondering,
again His beauty;

which, lies before me;

now and then
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
deep down inside I knew
it was nowhere else to
turn; I'd lost the feel of his
words against the breadth
of me.

into my pillow I'd bury each
drip of saline's onslaught;
as it burrowed its waterfall
in every vessel of my heart.

and...

I'd decolorize into recesses
of self; left to mourn in solitudinous
pain, longing for a touch or
glimpse of masculine beauty.

beauty...

that once awakened every
fiber of my being with just
a slip of syllabic utterings.

which...

I miss, fore, he'd breathe
the epitome of love's need
and want, just by his presence.

now...

I dwindle within as I try in vain
to revive what once use to be
the beginning and end of love.

his words against the breadth of me...
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
caught a young lady staring at me
one morning; with a look that said  
I want you, but, I was with my wife;
she was beautiful and I thought to
myself, if, I wasn't married I lick her lips

then...

the next day went to the supermarket,
and there we caught each others eye; I
couldn't look away, she winked with a ****
smirk, under my breath I had to repeat
I love my wife

but...

that didn't stop me from wanting to flirt;
every time she moved her buttocks jiggled,
inwardly I cupped her jiggle and she giggled
moving closer; her scent hypnotic to say the least,
calling me to touch her taut *******

which...

sent a ripple up my spine and my mind whined,
but, the vision of my wife popped in my head as
I saw myself sliding one finger at a time across
her luscious behind; wanting to wine and dine,
her movements were about to blow my mind;

again inwardly drooling...

I cut a corner in the produce aisle to settle my
ache, I felt lust showing all over my face
I followed her down each aisle acting like I was
looking for something and bumped into
her on purpose, just to get another whiff of her
scent, for a man I blushed flustered; stumbling
over my words saying excuse me

in the meantime...

I wanted to just taste her full lips; run my hands
through her long curly locks, she turned towards
me saying it was ok

but...

my wife popped in my mind again, I blinked twice;
fore, she had no clue of what I wanted to do to her,
mentally and physically, if, I didn't have a wife; she'd
never knew to this day I still salivate whenever I see
her, she was definitely a sight to behold but, she
wouldn't give me the time of day, especially, after
seeing me with my wife

anyway, a man can daydream
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
As night fell, winds whispered his
name; I curled into its breeze as
each leaf danced in syllabic count
with each breath he'd breathe.

I'd smile as he'd toss and turn
emanating masculinities
ambrosia, fingertip tracing
lightly as not to awaken him,
absorbing the moment of us.

Fore, I know there'd never be
another that can arouse emotive
ruminations of him and I as I look
upon his slumbering countenance.

Wanting to slide within his warmth,
embracing the ambiance of what
we have between us, an affinity
of lifetime entwined.
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
as darkness cradles
its palpability encompasses
dreams

a moments sway...

inebriates as images of him
passes through salient memories
of Him and I

those moments spun like silk...

his visage visible; an augury to me
dreams allusion dallies like
gossamer in gentle breezes
teasing, taunting in its promise
of fulfillment

dreams alight...

his ambling soft, blush arises as
I bow into maleness, where
urgency slides, tasting silken
curvatures; that stare into hazel
eyes beckon lips

memories caress...

rise and fall of gasped breaths
unleashed wilder dreams
beneath thirst of his eyes,
swallowed by seduction

those naked memories...

flush, deep within our hunger;
a rush fed into sweet pulses,
bodies rise; cognizance slips
back, wetness effusive

drenched...

entwined, legs, hips fingertip
forages; his breath mine mingle
and whispered moans

abandoned...

those dreams linger still
in darkness of midnight
calling his name in want

a remembered taste...
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
in utter radiance two bodies meld,
in decadent tenderness; emanating
from one another in mindless bliss,
like silken sheets fluttering in a
midsummer day breeze; flapping out
a heart's symphony as each mellifluous
tune is carried along effortlessly of fallen
petals in an upward warm wind...alluring

when lips touch their essence is as
delicate and soft as a newborn's first
breath and visions of meadows as
burbling brooks eke out nature's
wonderous animations of life; hidden
amongst conifers naked seedling in
cones of yews procreative life...caressed

eyes gaze upon one another in trancelike
looks of longing; in ponderance of love's
accepting embrace, to feel it's enraptured
warmth; skyrocketing moans in resonating
tremors of gossamery affection...cloud nine

emerging gasps are born to undulate in
waves; awakening love's cupidity to be
forever within one another's limelight,
delighting each other's ambiance of
life's many truisms; our spirits bountiful
and serene as we live and love in our own
paradise on earth...in spirituality

becoming excited in our veracity to
understanding the complexities of
love and living in moments of bliss;
standing still vacuumed, absorbing
one another's vitality to be as one,
soulmates until heart and mind
collide in hungering want; holding
onto thoughts only we can see
within one another's eyes...heavenly love
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
our time apart hadn’t changed,
his baritonal voice caused
me to tremble each syllable
spoken; soft & silky, its
frictional rustle like wheat
bending in the breeze

I absorb him...

he feels me, revealing inner soul
annihilating me pleasurably, riding
wings of his voice, spiraling, like
wisps of smoke yearning to hear
articulations desire

maestro of my being, smitten
with his baritone

his breathiness I breathe...

like a summer's breeze
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
his movement against me
rocks me within the array of his
tease

that wet entangled embrace
delicate; deep within our elation,
unraveling my entirety as I bend
in the arch of his chivalry

assuaging me...

In the breath of his passionate
lips; tasting, leaving scorching
trails against hardened *******

I blushed...

and he licked each bud, tongue
tipped flutters, heated breath,
poised beneath bulge; awaiting
slow quick dips coaxing, labials
welcome lips open

appeasing me in rages of his
passion, aching for release;
urging his yearn with each dip

wet of want screams in euphoria,
piercing, entwining as I lay before
him spent naked exposed to
pleasures unknown

awakening our lust, rocking me
within loves breathless embrace
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
The immersion of
oneself in another
beleaguers
mind body and
soul; ameliorating
one's aplomb...engulfed
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Lost within throes
of whispers of so,
many colors; we're
lovers, as he looks
into my eyes its like
pieces of dreams,
fore, I'm a woman in
love taking a deep
breath; letting go
breathless as his
lips and eyes taste
the beauty of love.
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
lips upon swell of breast,
caresses like a dance in
bated breath; a cry of
hunger unclothed to
nakedness; mouth travels
south, seeking to quench
libidinous drought; tongue
glides, nibbling kisses;
silently I sigh, each taste
he gets thicker as I become
wickedly *****

scents of honeysuckle
permeates the air as
tongue teases hardened
strobe; I glow within his
nature and he whispers in
elated breaths; I arch against
masculinity in sultry
poses, smiling in blushed
tints, fore, he knows me

and tells of his wants
to satiate my needs like
a rose opens its petals to
a bee's need; to suckle its
sepal of sweet nectar's
honey, sipped in little nips
inebriating his wanton
longing, he breaches
my honeycomb in gentle
easements...flushed

he whispers against nape
of neck as hands control
movement of hip, tongue
glides against silken thigh;
in foolery baiting to entrap
me within his desirous
taunts of beggary...I sigh
Written by: Goddess of Sensuality aka NVMeeks
Debra A Baugh Feb 2013
in state of REM a succubus looks
upon me as if, I'm tainted; the
intensity of his stare mars my
soul.

besmirching...

every thought of self-elucidation
and I cringe under his watchful
eye; raking my skin with daggerlike
curiousity, sniffing, while I crumble
in openmouth terror.

he descends upon me swiftly; eyes
darting from head to toe piercing me,
into a trance I fall, as if, Dracula has
entered upon spread wings

transforming...

to full humanlike form and stained
teeth sink deep in vein *******
life's blood like a cool soda pop
fizzling with every sip.

savoring...

its pungency in dark delight,
smelling me like I'm a blood
tinged rose.

dripping...

and I awaken upon soaking wet
sheets in trepidities blood
curdling screams.
another dark poem contest regarding nightmares
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
the scent of him
blossoms like opening
petals in early morning dew

dripping upon curves;
covering me within his scent
as each drop trickles down,
accepting curves declivity
and tender mounds
eliciting soft moans

each curl of fingers
entwines themselves
in ebony tresses
enwrapping limbs
about waist

tasting wetness of my
entirety mincing sweet
breathy whispers against
dampness of skin

leaving me with breathless sighs,
longing in languid beckoning

lips touch upon me
grazing taut nips;
biting lips in hunger,
eyes beg to be taken;
rhythmically in tune
with one another

sighing as thighs
open, quivering
lips draw him
in; to sip from
its dark damp
cavern of his
want

teasing him,
tonguing
mushroomed
throb; as he
suckles

burying nose in
dewed rose
of dark ebony
skin

drinking, tasting
of our nectar in
sync

electrifying *******
moans of pleasure.
erupts in unison
satiated in one
another

love complete
as we sipped
morning's
sweetest dew
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Slurs splashed across mind;
shriveled what little self-esteem
held within oneself, gone with
tongue lashes, defiled, I can
only kneel humiliated in
its onslaught...broken
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
the pyre of my soul
incinerates my interior
as I watch our flames burn
relentlessly from my lips
like the words that removed
love from around my heart

who would have believed
your whispers would burn
like the sun; singeing my
entirety with venomous
blisters flung with displeasure

bafflement sears...

there's no more emotions,
forgiveness is shamefaced
a misdirection of affections
your misunderstanding
leaves me naked in this
moment, heated in affront
this second fore, nothing
matters anymore

inner abashed turmoil...

roils like a cauldron upon
a campfire, its embered particles
I breathe and ingest for naught
in whimpering gasps
wanting to desecrate that
smirk rising upon your
handsome features; a look
I once found to be endearing
once in awhile

that you took away, too...

your total disdain; dousing
our flame of eternal love of
all that beheld us in God's
light; which, now leaves me
awash in bile, dazed, open-mouth
stares from dimming eyes
is all that looks upon my beauty
with such pain; makes me want
to scream, take me
want me, love me as once
before

re-ignite our flame...

those thoughtful embers are
undirected words drenched upon
an uncaring mind, directing
my soul and heart towards
the moon and the burn of stars
that light up the sky of my
heart and mind as if I could
have altered the course
of your bitterness, until
I can no longer sigh in want
of your love

thoughts of me gone asunder...

filling my lungs with silent
animosity towards all that you
stand for, my only want now
is for you to stay away from me,
allowing me to live in solitude
inside the hunger that pours
like stinging tears from my eyes,
let me be without changing
the sound of love still singing
within my heart
Written by: NVMeeks aka Goddess of Sensuality
Debra A Baugh Feb 2013
even from afar I could feel

his eyes on me; he seem

to mouth, come love let

me breathe my essence

between your lips;

allow my effluvium

to fill you with my misty

enchantment inhaling

my sweet aroma as it

floats from the snowcaps

of yesteryear so, I can melt

between fertile breast;

branching out stem to stem

affecting every capillary upon

entrance to your portal; I take

a double take blanching from

his stare, I cover my olfactory

senses; masking disdain

with every whiff of assault;

letting him know my lungs

are clearly off limits
this is related to a contest regarding cigarettes
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
mind drifts within evolutions
pull; enclosing thoughts in
earth's many wonders, causing
brainstormed emotions into
ideative air pockets; casting
kaleidoscopic prisms to realms
of life's many gifts as we
intellectually ruminate cognitively
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
mind wanders aimless
uncovering obvious fault
of life's trials tribulations
I seek holy intervention, fore
my savior performs
like a magician pulling
rabbits from a hat before
curtain call
Debra A Baugh Feb 2013
dawn vanished in darkening skies
annihilating his green eyes
leaving me a sinister view;
of haunting thoughts, snared
in his mind as he whisper his
want to imprison me in his world

taken unkindly in the middle of night
burying his fangs deep across throat,
a ghastly sight dripping blood upon
my rose, my thoughts wander striking
a pose as darkness descends stripped
naked; he knows I'll forever be stricken
by his entrancing pleas

condemned to his dark minded lures,
teardrops of blood shakes me to my core;
drenched in his crimson need, I beseech
at salvations door; no-one knows his power
beckons deep within, tearing into the breadth
of me his urgency at the smell of warm blood
flowing

with his devious darkness satisfied, he moans
against warmth of neck as if, sipping dark
lullabye's; while I silently beg for sunrise as
we lay in repose till night awakens his dark
passion; embedded within
I don't usually write on dark poems...this was written with the prompt of a white rose dripping blood
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Escape imperative,
stealth of night
unshod; eluding
his blatant lies.
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
he asked me why
I'd absorb his ardent spirits
and chain want of soul
he knows why
I demand total control

...to convey my lust for pleasurable pain

this ache in thighs
denies an uttered sigh
as I cry inside with lust

strutting before him in nylon and pumps
he jumps through hoops, leashed;
he begs and flex, hungry for what is next
while I slap his hardened ****
tick tock its almost time
unwind and rock
to tease and please
I think not;
as heat of breath
taunts each slap of ****
his moans go unclocked

...as he loses control

Mistress, please he begs and moan
how long? watching hardness grow
long, strong in fits of hunger
he whispers and drools,
Mistress!!!!!

...your sweet ambrosia I know

eager beggary to be unleashed
ready to pounce
unload every ounce
but, I won't as I blindfold
and ring his ****
fore, his time is still
on the clock...tick tock

I smile, while he gropes
in the dark...leashed...now bark!
tell me! are you hard enough?

...I tease and taunt him some more

...**** now hard as a rock...lash of whip...whack

...in your corner...I'll be back...after Jack laps wet ******
Written By: NVMeeks aka Goddess of Sensuality
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
his voice syllabic brushes
against canvas whispering
lullabyes within dreams,
lingering...

his musky fragrance flush
upon flesh, dallying like
verbs still whispering
between folds of rumpled
sheets...

every noun a soft whimper
uttered. lips openly inviting;
stirring tenderly like a breeze
echoing poetry with passion...

ensnaring heart in web of
his muse; each beat looms
copulative, sliding seductive,
awakening senses...

abandoned ache slips and I
pirouette, rippled within his
verse; succumbing to his
poetic thirst...

still whispering lush verbs
while easing between
silken sheets and breath
quickens...

as ****** of tongue licks
nouns of passion, sipping
spills as labials quiver
against tongued invasion...

and he softly murmurs across
brined flesh, touching, nibbling
trembled aches; inflaming naked
desire as each stanza seduces
me again and again...

drawn to masculinities tease
verse by verse...
Debra A Baugh Feb 2013
I meditate upon shore of thoughts;
washing over my countenance, caressing
my soul.

as he forms verses in syllabic count, fore, his voice
ebbs in tidal waves, teasing with submissions of
cognitive chains of thought; where bated breath
pounds against my peninsula

open to laps in hunger, tasting passions complaisancy;
each rush, mouthed in a sauntering flow; touched
in currents of his thoughts; I absorb bittersweet brine

as there's no lack of verbiage, threatening consumption
of uttered articles of enticement

like driftwood floating; his words glide as tides drag
mind, to and fro with each affluxion, I acquaint
thoughts in odes

his sung ballads brush against me like seaward
breezes and I consume his melody in swelled seas
of delicacy

in harmony and bouyancy of song; I surrender
within his thoughts, relishing serenity; upon his
island of passion, wrapped within his poetry in thought
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
his eyes devour me
as if, tasting scent
of skin; licked in
whispering heat

kissing my ***;
tongue probing
firmness, *******
pert as eyes cast
mind's silent touch

moans escape with
each whispered
thought, he hungers
quietly shivering as
tongue skims wetness

eyes still devour as
breathless shudders
cascade breathing
in sweet intoxication

drenching us; each
****** of eyeful lust,
coalescing my sensual
need; thrusting

imagination eyes
gyrating hips; lips
quiver as kiss sears
flesh awakening
senses to a creamy
deluge

cascading between lips
yearn, as eyes gaze;
frenzied, planting seed;
pulsing to completion
eyes harden member
ready to explode, lips tease

gaze still tasting soft
skin in need; connecting
bodies within curvature of
us, taking our breath away
giving in to my needs
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
He looked at me with luscious
devious eyes so, I winked asked
him did he want some action; his
look was of a fatal attraction and
his mind locked me in *******; his
eyes denuded my flesh as he suckled
my breast, I coiled in pleasured duress

He licked his lips as I submitted to his
lustful toying, moans acknowledge my
attraction to his lascivious actions and he
salivated ensnaring nakedness in roped
interaction

As his appetizing admonishment began;
I wickedly grinned and to his chagrin;
tightened my bonds, splayed cheeks
coaxing me to seep as his tongue licked
in calculated dips and I shuddered in
satisfaction with each sip

Wet lips began to quiver; each taunt
delivered, hands slid behind back with another
toy he attacked, eight inches long in & out, I began to
sing a song as pleasure surged, wracking my body;
begging for more each time its full measure dipped
into my treasure

I looked up as he turned me over dripping wet,
I smiled, winked again with another wicked grin,
fore, he had no idea what he'd gotten into; he tied
up the wrong nymph, thought I was just a sweet
kitten; had him smitten after gettin' a taste, as if,
he'd lost his mitten playing with this sultry kitten
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
his mouth an infusion of lust,
eagerly impinges; suckling,
tasting as a kitten to milk.

playing in titillating wetness;
sliding tongue over fevered
flesh, leaving me blushed.

arched in desire…

laid back; glaze eyed,
licking delicacy of my essence ~
as I moan sweet and primal.

savoring labials to ****; entering
sharp tongued cove of pleasure
widening thighs inch by inch.

our bodies immerge *******, hips
slow dips, locking lips muffling
sighs; drenching aches in rhythm.

a symphony of wood, soaked
tangled sheets losing ourselves
in ecstasies kiss; assuaging
hungered *****. unleashed
greed explodes; drenched in
trembling aches as we bend
into supplication of us.
Debra A Baugh Feb 2013
every time I think of him; body percolates
to self-******* soaking fingers as they
linger in bedewed moisture as if, his fingers
unlocks intimacy

and...

no more thoughts as he sidles beside me
easing one finger at a time in curve of
femininity, teasing bud tenderly; coaxing
mouth to open


I throb...

trembling lips abrades skin as heat erupts
upon his mouth and his eyes entrance as
masculinity gently bemingles in escalating
heat; its fragrant beads, he licks

slowly...

lured into peaked hunger; unspoken words
intoxicate spilling inner sweetness, drizzling
upon invading fingers aroused in affinity

once...twice...orgasmically drenched
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
I'm the fire of his afterthought,
the spark of guilt that lit his
soul on fire
that blazing innocence
around
his eyes
when he smiles
I stick tongue in his ear
in devilish voice
of seduction
whisper in heated
breath what I'm gonna
do to him,
one lick of heat
he flitters like a moth
to flame flickering in
and out breathing my
name; I got game, when
I make him holler in vain
he's tamed; sweet
as a kitten licking and
dipping in fiery pit,
as I allow him to suckle
a little ***; having a fit,
mind bound in illusions
wrapping lips around
wanton conclusions

I leave him delusional as
I whip with lust; blowing
his mind just so, I can
control him as I allow him to
leave nibbling teeth marks
tonguing wetness
back to front upon
silkiness of skin,
delving into
softness of elusive
innocence;
still whispering words,
igniting fires of
desirable passion
as he's gasping for
breath between wet
thighs...yes I sighed
as each word and lick
fell between each
soft petal dripping
with his tenderest
touch caught as I
squeezed and teased,
the heat of his
passion blew flames
in and out of petalled
mouth, zapping any
thoughts of guilt;
sipping sweet nectar
seeking political
asylum as a defector
tasting his way south;
dribbling and mouthing
in hunger on bended
knee's to forever
please me as
he walked beside
me collared on leash;
in beggary silently
still ******* me
melting away each layer
with every lick of my
whip; he adored me
with his touch, as I,
his ebony skinned
Mistress whipped
his mind into
submission;
bending him
to my will
****! he
thrilled me
as I played
him like
a
fiddle,
he
dribbled
into
my
fiery
pit
in
which
he
was
well
equipped
so,
I
allowed
him
to
dip
with
his
flaming
hot
wick...LICKED
Debra A Baugh Feb 2013
fingers caress like
etched calligraphy
leaving teased
imprints

drenched...

in shameless seep
as lips sheathe its bud,
heatedly erupting

raging forth...

upon tongue; its fragrance
titillating senses, hands
travel length of curvaceousness
in hungered voracity,

trembled peaks rise
exploding

fondled...
won the Gold trophy in contest of Simply Sensual In Brevity in 40 words...
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
glimpsing my reflection
upon still midnight lake
peace, harmony washes
over me; gentle whisper(s)
in darkness ******

in leisure...

mind connected with fresh
air as mountain(s) lauds
above me in grandeur

hope...

beleaques my soul and I
curve into wisdom on silent
sojourn with Him, eclipse(d)
beneath a moonlit night
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
evening alights, finding love
assailing poetry's tongue;
kissing parchment's fragility
fluent in dark of night, resonating
deep within her heart

and...

curlicues of light stream in
facets; shone upon her soul
as whispers beckon in song;
twining body and mind in things
unforgotten, eyes bedazzled
in poetic grace

fore...

love prevails in the wisp of
time; leaving heart to vibrate,
as he articulates to an open
heart, breathing her space;
tracing the poetic beauty of
her face
Him
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
Him
hands stain me soft;
fingertips graze

teasing...

gentle caresses urge
slide; tingle cascade
along spine

titillating...

firmness pulses deep,
seeping a sweet
shameless spill;
bathe in awakened
flesh

trembling...

whimpers escape,
wrapped soft in
masculinities arch

whispering...

tongue traces lobe
a slow taste; in
carnal hunger

where...

minutes tick easing
in out of velvet folds

him....
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Eyes
dark deep,
staring glazed
haunting almost
alluring yet sad.
appealing in a sense,
as they absorb me solely
on purpose, melting my resolve
of want to draw him closely embraced
and he whispers his need to be with me
Fore, I wallow in the sound of his voice;
and trembled limbs buckle in hunger,
the melt of my resolve crash;
staring into eyes, entranced
as love danced in prisms.
coloring me in
passionate eyes,
drowned within
his soul,
loved.
Etheree Poetry Form
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
He played me in melodic song
knowing how I longed to hear
and feel his kissed breath;
whispering in my ear.

Like drizzled tendrils of rain,
washing against my trebling
frame, it was insane as he
refrained from causing this
heart of mine any pain.

Playing me, striking each chord
as a strummed tune; soothing
any sorrows, lost in broken
tomorrows; still whispering his
yearning want of me in measured
scores.

Caressing my soul as if, a
maestro leading his orchestra,
crescendoeing like trembling
limbs teased in hunger.

Splayed, awaiting his baton of
passion like a bee hovering to
taste its honey, giving pleasured
sonnets entwined within sweet
poetry.

Still playing me as his sweetest
melody.
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
I flourished in a town bound by darkened facades
as shadows creeped along its soot filled walls;
I'd daydream and words came to me, in whispered
curlicues...faint but, envisioned while they lingered
3 dimensional...dangling.

Giving me a voice in syllabic ruminations like a
rhythmic drip drip from a faucet; I set sight on its
auditory ping and I'd sing its lulling lullaby verse
by verse; scribing thoughts that unleashed itself
from inner walls of me.

Gleaning the taste of poetry from mind and savoring
its aftertaste in the pit of my soul, steadily scribing.
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
At first glance
what I perceived
wasn't happenstance

fore...

he stood before me
with a smile; radiating
an inner beauty
I never phantomed
I'd have a chance to
behold.

intrigued...

I absorbed his essence;
falling in love with his mind,
as he whispered against me
the beauty of him stole my
heart.

illuminating...

the universe; harmonizing our
allurement of one another.
Prompt: Don't choose the one who is beautiful to the world

but rather, choose the one who makes your world beautiful.

The above picture quote is your prompt

Picture/Quote compliments of beth7281

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Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
flipping through pages of his mind,
caressing unspoken quotes; I whisper
slang of lust in his ear, ******* his big
ego to the bottom of his page, while his
drool trickles between breast; uttering
syllable after syllable as I re-write his script.

his hardness speaks fluently, inking
parchment with liquid tipped quill, oh! the
thrill as I bend his will, to fluidly flow; dipping
in inkwell of thoughts, penning desires and
want in liquid diatribe of lustful pleasures; like
a moth to flame flickering, as I lick verbs in
hunger to peruse his re-written script;
gripping sheeted pages to uncover his
beguilement; drinking in acknowledgment
of his golden chalice.

I want to decipher his member in autographed
curlicues of calligraphic swirls, teasing and
taunting as he watches, awe-struck; as tongue
etches each throbbing vein in ebonized charcoal,
sketched upon pages of wanton verses making
him scream with passion in prose; on bended
knee tasting my rose, penning his moans in
quotes against throat.

in heat of our passion, pages and scripts are
flipped allowing him to drip ink upon lips as I
whisper softly to his mind; want of him to grind
his neb of ache within my archive, articulating
history of hunger; as limbs mime each cursive
letter, insinuating one vowel at a time; licked
against silken parchment in tender stroked
consonant utterances; shuddering inside  
walls as nouns clench and moans escape
in adjectives shattering mind as wet tendrils
slide down firmness, fore, only she can do this
to me; making me flip volumes of pages while
inside wetness she drips ink all over in
chaptered stages.

each chapter I lick her spine; cornering her
in my mind as a sensual adversary; claiming
her as I untie her collection of copious sighs,
my mind tries to deny copyrights to her library;
as I place her upon my shelf, while against the
wall; ravishing her like the wild section of animal
kingdom, lusting while I watch her body fall
prey to breathless hunger, devouring
and savoring her bookmark; paying full
attention to her glossary of delectability,
that melts upon tongued bilingual text;
her nectar leaves its imprint upon
our handbook of worded aphrodisiacs.

cherishing our artistic volumes in ardency as
we're ready to publish our first draft, but not
before I slide her lubricious cover upon my
shaft; we begin to lay strokes of signatures
against our first editioned copies belonging
soley to us, as we scream in accented jargon
every second I tease; easing in and out,
shouting out in voweled ecstasy; gliding
thickness, gently against taut bookmark.

turning each page with deep thrusts, into her
inkwell; as I swell with friction, speaking in
fluent diction, of addiction to her sweetness;
dripping, as I'm slipping in tomes; thinking
about how she begged me to re-write our script,
spilling ink in delirious closure, in *******
exposure while losing our artistic composure;
writing manuscripts as ink spills upon volumes
of pages in disclosure.
just some ramblings that went through my thoughts one day...hope it makes sense to my viewers and readers
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Harvey Wallbangers In Times Square was
her teaser, a Mai-Tai bang in Taipan, once
or twice her kisses so, sweet he trembled;
as she let him taste her Irish Coffee making
his Rob Roy so, **** hot and bobbing.

It sprang forth with a twang for her Firewater;
engorging the Latted Espresso between her thighs
as Egg Cream threathened to explode,
dipping into her lustful Brandy Alexander;
spillage between her Champagne Cocktail,
cheek to cheek.

She asked me if I wanted a sip of her Coffee Royale;
I said I wouldn't mind being coated in her behind's
libation, drowning ourselves in lust of a throbbing
nightcap; while I slap each cheek in rhythm in a state
of osmosis.

Drinking from her Schnapps; my mind sailed the
sevens seas of her lubricious ocean; riding her Schooner
as waves pushed me within her lagoon with each motion,
slinging Deep Shots; full of emotion, moaning baby! your
Snifter is so, **** wet; swilling your Dom Perignon
and me, just before morn, intoxicated in your elixir
of life; smiling a lopsided smile still tasting your
luscious liquor.

So, we staggered back to bed; laid bulbed
head in inviting peninsula on the shore of
Demon *** Isle and some more I smiled,
absorbing in slurps her coveted Olive Martini,
lapping like a newborn kitten smitten with her
Mint Julep's robust lips; while Lime Rickey
dipped his straw in ebbing shores; sipping
as we eagerly explored, clawing my back.

I in gentlemanly fashion opened all her doors,
as she infiltrated me in every light; mouth
covered in Hot Buttered ***, tasting from
Highballs to every Gimlet of body with skilled
tongue of a bartending artist.

Tasting salt rimmed glasses with hungry tongue
lashes in places so, naughty I flicked out Mickey
Finn; nibbled her in bites of delight front to end,
such a naughty appetite we fed; breathing in heat
like Green Dragon's brew, going down south of
Manhattan's lower eastside; drinking up her **** hide.

She said baby! it's time to ride; Igniting each of her
rooms with Bullshot Cocktails in flaming explosions;
I couldn't get enough being drenched within libations
of her ***** ocean.

Drowning in waves of ardent spirits like a bolt of lightning
poured through us from head to toe we flowed in slow mo';
sweet bon apetits of ecstasy complete, swallowed nice and
neat; spent, bathed in Brandy Smash of a contented bash,
inebriated in slumbered splashes.

wasted in her folded sashes...
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
The succulence of words
whispered, is like a breeze
swishing through luxuriant
blades of thick green grass
brushing against unadorned
anatomies dancing amidst
life's simple pleasures
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
darkness settles around me,
mind enshrouded by wicked
voices; repeating the same
phrase over and over again,
you should have never let him
love you...you should have
never let him love you

heartbroken...

in the dark that surrounds
a heart beating for him,
hoodwinked by lies, even as
he laid by my side; loving
me pretensely in the dark

professed his love would
never die; but, yet, I'm
left alone in the dark crying,
those broken promises, now
in shadow; casting silhouettes
of you and I in the back of my
mind against a barren wall

and...

sleep derail efforts to forget;
fore, dreams loom in dark
crevices of my heart as I'm
left alone to wither in the dark.
Debra A Baugh Jan 2013
I met him at an audition; he kept staring at me,
I walked over introduced myself; he said he's
a musician, told him I could help with is dickion
and he whispered; I want to sip the fluency of your
elegance, in which, I smiled all giddy inside; pulled
him close and said are you wanting to luxuriate in
lips pout, he said; yes and his eyes engraved me
in his soul

he stepped back; licked my lips and flushed,
embraced love's fidgeting, bestirred in gasped
hunger he held me like a lover in a dream;
clinging to the edge of silent beggary's urgency,
I touched his heat, knew immediately I wanted
him pendulating above femininities heat

so, I coaxed him with an aubade; whispering moist
in want; his euphony he'd written upon parchment
of my heart, without thought I wanted to give in to
masculinities desire to taste and sip as he pleased

but, I held him off for awhile wanting to get to know
more of him, not wanting just a physical allurement,
eyeing him in my mind to take in the scope of his
aura; weeks passed before I would allow him to do
more than just kiss me, the physical attraction was
too strong to wait for entanglements pleasure, the
want to linger in the delicacy of us; on one of those
misty balmy still of night's; I just grasped at passion's
threshold; to drown in our muted moans

as he'd explore pout of silken lips; tasting me
as I'd taste him we savored each other's hunger
taking our time, enjoying each nook and cranny of
him and I, tongue traced my trembles from its
eruptive point between wet thighs; I  had to flip our
script so, I could taste his milky spillage as well; like
fingerprints upon thigh, we glided in out, back and
front of our hungered want of one another; sighing
in unison laying paused and breathless, our rhythm
leaves us arched in each other's curve, tasting;
losing control

frenzied, breathless in softness of sigh's every
stroke of ecstasy, lost in the rapture of love; each
kiss from head to toe told a story of love lust and
hunger, hopefully for eternity; as the days grew long
and nights got shorter, we couldn't do without one
another; one day out of the blue he popped the
question and without a doubt I said; yes!
just a short story for a contest...
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
like a thief in night

his words evaporated;

vanquishing hearts

emotive caliber, yet,

love still lingers upon

flesh like a breeze

traipsing through

trees
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Witnessed her imperfections
first time I laid eyes upon the
beauty of her, but, those
memories hurt to allude to;
when I envision our times
collectively, mind body and
soul feel the loss of her.

Fore, each passing day I
still absorb the scent of her,
lingering against the breadth
of me as if, she's still laying
here next to me; I thought
loving her deeply would keep
her sated, always by my side;
suffice to say I realized I've
been living a lie.

Too abashed by my love so,
openly annihilated; I cringe
within, but, I'm released of
this burden as her words
echo in my mind as that one
facet of her showed no
remorse letting go of us.
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
looking deep within self
I glimpse an image of
you and I, realizing that
our felicitousness
flows with the
currents; expanding to
enlighten mind and soul
alike as we fulfill its
dormant hunger, to
appreciate what our
affinity for one another
begets; as we awaken
to overindulge in the
delicacies of our wants,
fore, our desires are
somewhat demanding
in its urgency; when we
have a lifetime to savor
of one another's ardency,
without abating our
affectations; before we've
had a true feel for love's
expectancies.
Written by NVMeeks aka Goddess of Sensuality for a contest
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
Once upon a time I looked deep into
his eyes so, he'd see my love & pain
as each tear fell like falling rain
and inner cries called his name
I could no longer blame him,
knowing life without him would
never be the same.

Even though soft lips in memory will
forever remain grazing across my silken
frame; gentle hands once took my breath
away, now I shudder in the middle of the
night envisioning our intimate flights,
hands glided upon toned curves
while fingers coaxed quivering
thighs.

I'd sigh into memorized heat
longing for a repeat of breathless
nights between soaked sheets;
tasting masculinity in uttered beats,
teasing myself in fingered relief
awakening in disbelief; no longer
enjoying his heat.

Pillow soaked from tears of loves grief
as fingers linger where lips feasted;
chasing away my fears, but, now I know
love is no game and I'll never find another
to tame or soothe my womanly wiles with
a simple smile as I dream of him like a
wanton child filled with guilty pleasurable
pain; living with memories of him & I enflamed.

As I swallow pride; claiming loves defeat in shame.
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
cloistered memories
beckon thoughts

and...

I revel in moments
of disquietude

still...

feeling his presence
Debra A Baugh Jul 2013
such is dreams of him
whispering in my thoughts

and...

this heart of mine quells,
awakening memories long
dormant

stirring...

undying love left lingering
upon upturned pout

swayed...

intoxicating thoughts stilled
in sensualities image, him

within...

those appreciative moments
of silk like fingers animated
at will

palpitation...

quicken breaths unleash;
seductive emotions, I capitulated
to his will

besotted...

memories forever immerged;
inked by hearts quill

© D A Baugh. All rights reserved
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
his touch lingers
caressing intimately
feeling his lips
graze the breadth
of me

mesmerized...

scent of him remain
in deep recesses of
my mind

enthralled...

as if, he's still pulsates
within; each ****** ignites,
every glide excites

I sigh in beggary...

as whispers in thoughts of
him dwell deep; tongue
penetrates, body relentlessly, seeps

loving me from my hair follicles
to my toes...

in thought, I languidly pose

mesmerized...
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
in silence I stand
unadorned, but,
awakened in a
demure frame of
mind

thoughts color
my cheeks, hues
paint my soul;
as I stand alone
unembellished

purity trickles
upon reddened
cheeks; chastity
leaves me clothed
and untainted as I
smile upon life

sensuality of me
blossoms in tinted
arrays; as sunlight
bounces off the
prism of mind
yet, still unpainted
upon life's canvas

tentatively, I blink
eying my reflection
in the mirror; devoid
of a painted mask
cocooning my essence
as I evolve into
a white butterfly

finding myself
unpainted in familiar
surroundings; barefaced
but, acknowledging
true colors; strength,
faith, decorum, self-esteem,
respect and confidence
unpainted like my canvas;
but, evident in all that I do

hung upon the wall of
an internal gallery;
posing in full glory
poised royally, in an
unpainted portrait
portraying me
elegantly
Written by: NVMeeks aka Goddess of Sensuality aka Debra A Baugh
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