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I like to bite,
not overly hard,
just enough to make one wince,
perhaps, a sharp intake of breath,
showing that my bite is hard enough.

I so desire feeling soft flesh,
tensing between my teeth,
especially when rounded and firm.

Neck first, working downwards,
nipping into the shoulder,
chewing that succulent muscle,
with tight, tentative nibbles.

I am even bitten in return,
my pressure gauged by intent,
taken from the one biting me.

If teeth come hard and sharp,
trust me, then so do mine,
if they are loving and gentle,
once again, so are mine.

I work across the *******,
delighting in the ***** *******,
chewing drawing responses,
tongue sliding over her stomach,
lower, lower, down to the hips.

Biting very hard into thighs,
making her cry, back arching,
bringing writhing gasps to die for,
reaching her vulnerable centre,
soothing with deep, heavy licks,
tantalisingly teasing, so sweet.

Suddenly, flipping her over,
rough as you like, choice slaps,
smarting on her plump bottom,
before biting, biting, biting,
taking in every curvaceous part,
devouring, chomping, so yummy!

I part her legs, diving between,
my tongue lapping in a frenzy,
deep, deep, tasting the juice,
before rising, pinning shoulders,
entering, gliding, slowly, surely,
giving long, languorous strokes.

Hips grinding, hard and deep,
circling round and round,
momentum building, building,
firm hands gripping her hips,
flesh slapping against flesh,
as we match our rhythm,
lunging, pounding, thrusting,
exploding, on and on,
more and more, until,
we are spent, trembling,
slowing, easing.

A final twisting whip,
circling the very edge,
bringing smiles,
a playful giggle,
it tickles, so nice,
I lean forward, so good,
nuzzling, caressing,
ah, all because,
I like to bite.

©Paul M Chafer
Odaxelagnia means to gain ****** arousal from biting, or being bitten. This is a poem from an adult fantasy novel I am writing in a joint project with Amanda J Fuller. The theme of the novel is Steampunk Culture and we expect the work to reach full completion in 2015, with a release date of late 2015 early 2016, depending upon the rate of completion of other projects on which we are currently working.
Prison walls aren't always brick and mortar
Cages not made of wire
Chains and locks not always seen
Will one day be broken
It's that day I'm dyin' for
One day the door will be flung wide open
It's that day I'm dyin' for
I'm breaking out this prison of my mind
It's that day I'm dyin' for
All the things that keep me here
Where love is overshadowed by fear
I'm gonna drop 'em like a hot plate
I'm gonna wake up, my eyes wide open
Bolt headlong into a dream of infinity
Leave behind this stagnating shell
Celebrate emancipation
I'm dyin' for that day

Until then
I find something new
In Mahler's symphonies
Each time I hear them
With each new day
A blessing small or large
A dose of anger and disgust
The satisfaction of knowing
I'm right when I am
Admitting I don't always know
That I'm not always right
Noticing when I find myself
Enjoying
Something I never used to like
Adolescent pair qualified
For adultery love
She loved to land in his life
So too, he liked her alike
Puberty took liberty
  
Mutual parents liked mutually
To be mutual parents-in-law
Cleared pair’s passport and visa
Stamped each valid thru life
  
Wings of love took off
Wandered in a lonely resort
Love was long and longing
Hours melted in minutes
Days vanished in hours
Years rolled in days
And swallowed love and life
Stamps no more valid

Soul and spirit fled in time
To the empire of love free from pyre
For resting in eternal peace
Heaven enforced its discretion
Stamped out soul  
To the slot it deserved
When, where and how
God only knows!
She paused from our kiss
Took a breath.
And I opened my eyes.
I saw her,
Taking it all in as she held my face
She quivered.
I smiled,
That's when I knew
She was enough.
Frozen, in this life, within blocks of time.
This life is deafening, the second hand ticks like canon blasts...
I had always assumed the worst will happen.
I should have hope perhaps,
But it's hard when those I care for are dying around me.
Time has stopped for them.
The survivors left standing wait their impending doom.
There's still time!
(No one hears me.)
There's still time!
(Silence.)
"What's the difference?" They say. "We've got only a minute left.."
(Go, go, go. I say to myself.)
I run into the hotchkiss gun fire and impending doom...
(I've only seconds. I can do this..)
I fall and hear the second hand.
I fall into unconsciousness, drifting into the unknown..
I tell her I love her, and not to worry..
whispering, "we are not bound by time.."
I pass out and the seconds bleed unto the floor...
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