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 Mar 2013 Jessica Who
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Sliding into the water as I rise
She holds onto me, I stand steady
Feeling the hot, soapy suds slide down me
Her fingers on my legs, gently caressing

I look down to see what my leopard-girl's up to
Through the steam, I feel her roving eyes
Whose slinky slits belie what she intends
Not an inkling do I have ....of what she holds in store.

Then she's beside me....yes, her on bended knee
And with her lips planted carelessly along my belly
I quiver now in the shimmering heat of her arrows
On her haunches, darting lower now to thighs....

I flinch in disbelief as she reaches up, all coy
Does a befuddled thing I would never expect
She.....oh, holy smackerel in a barrel, baby!
What in blazes ARE you doing to me?

My senses fall to pieces, mind in utter disarray
Wordlessly, I try real hard to hold it together
As she scratches lightly, while purring oh-so deep
My feline fantasy coming oh-too-true!

Mumbling sweet-nothings in a haze of desire
Ramming shaft into her mouth, we make a different musical jam
Throttling up all the way to the hilt
Sure ain't nothing so sweet as her takin'-at!

She shifts the rolling gears,  I sway along
Clutching her hair for support, I humbly beg release
I see her ***** her eyes, makes ME ***** her harder
Makes me buck, drives me up that ***** wall!

I am in the driver's seat now, better believe
Feel a touch unsteady, but I hold her reins
I pull her maddeningly tight into me
Such delicious thrills course through my veins.

Pumping on vigorously, I'm-a  gonna spurt
But I know I have to pull the plug a bit
So her face and neck and **** rejoice
As not everyone can swallow what I give.

Ooh! Sweet heaven...now rinse off all-a that love-sap
Gingerly step out, wreathed in smiles
I let her soak on, as she's wont to do
She loves a delayed bath and I do need the time....

No room at all for doubt must be left
For her to earn folded returns for sated favour
She must be famished for some humble pie
How creative shall I prove to be, I wonder....

Swathed in terry cloth, her skin all pink-an-rosy
Oh, will she be just ripe-an-ready for this picking
Deftly will I lead her down, on downy floor
And mete out sweet and fitting penalty.

Growing exceeding restless, she will moan
But I shall will her to her knobby knees
Shame, wouldn't want her to be uncomfy
Give the lass a cushion....there, there.

I will rake my nails delightful 'cross her back
My leopard-girl will taste and be a crumpled mess
She will crave the whips across her ****
To match her lovely, striped, distorted mind!

And.... do I spy the goldfish bowl beside our bed?
Yes, methinks a wicked dip.... will do the trick
And her tower of resistance crumble, it must
Oh yeah, have I got a treat laid out for my pussycat!


Star Toucher, 30 March 2013
Just a .....tiny tidbit, really :)
There's a paradox in here, dunno if it's detectable....
Rather, hope it's ....um, delectable! Lol

Arrr!

Written in Jan 2913.
I think I may.
I think I might.
I think it's a possibility.
I think it's worth looking into.
I think the chance is very real.
That I love you.
First I must crawl into the darkest deepest corners.
Of your soul.
I have to ensure that you are the person.
The person that you
Have
Led me to believe you are.
If everything checks out
If everything is as it appears
Then
And only then
Will my love for you knock you off your feet.
You will be rendered defenseless.
There will be no hope for you.
You will not be able to escape.
Escape the grasp of my heart.
It will creep into your mind.
It will fill your thoughts.
I'm sorry.
 Mar 2013 Jessica Who
Sarina
this is a love poem
for the parts of yourself you despise.

how I believe you are a man
more so than any other man I have seen

because you do not bribe wasps
into not giving you a sting:
because you do not touch fragile things
rather lend little strengths and
because your sweat smells like incense
or raspberries on trees who breathe.

god, nature opens the
whole wide world but keeps me from
you

but you did not complain when
I appeared,
this red-shouldered placenta globe girl.

I love your inward feet
because you can walk faster to me
I love your pleated hips
because they have handlebars for me
I love your thunder laugh
because it means summer to me.

me, me, me

I love how you love me
and do not care when I cannot seem to
remember or believe.

this is a love poem I will never
finish writing.
 Mar 2013 Jessica Who
M Seifert M
I take comfort knowing you will never
read this. Even if you are, there's no
way you could ever know. But you will
never read this because you do no exist.
You are what appears when I think
about a person I once knew. A
manifestation meant to keep me
moving forward. Who are you now?
Who have you become without my
eyes, my hands, my lips to taste?

I've written countless letters that you
will never read. I've drawn the sweetest
parts of you as I can remember them
so that when I fall asleep my mind
will assemble them into a version of
you that you have never seen.

If it were me I'd keep you away from
me. I've seen what I have seen, what I
can do, what I have been. I was there,
and I would ruin you. The I that I was,
the I that I see, the I that stares back at
me. Hidden, faded beneath the skin,
an image, an impression, a trace of
someone you might recognize. If you
had eyes to see. Yours are the only two
fit to lay rest upon the scene that falls
before you. As hard as it is to imagine,
as you are, the me that I am, and the
you that I see, fit together perfectly.

Nothing and nothing makes infinity.
Yours and mine makes exactly what
we need it to be. Altogether lovely in
our own little way. You and I've got
nothing that nobody can take away.
 Mar 2013 Jessica Who
JM
Denver
 Mar 2013 Jessica Who
JM
Sweet woman,
in your mountain's embrace
I see you cry alone.
I long to be at your bedside
but my ways are treacherous,
and my time is short.

I give you as much as I have
to offer.

Precious girl,
I feel the heat of your devotion
through the miles.
I long to be between your thighs,

but my skin is cold
and my time is short.
As you grow up you realize all the butterflies in your stomach wasn't a sign of love, it was a warning telling you to stay away. 
You realize between every I love you there's a I will forget you.
You realize the ones you once needed the most eventually walk away. 
As you grow up you realize *nothing ever stays the same forever.
When you're a kid no one ever tells you how hard it is, in your head your hopes and dreams are untouchable but then you grow up and it all comes crashing down like an abandoned house.
When you're 10 all you wanna do is wear those high heels,
those adult clothes, the make up to cover up,
all you try to do is grow up and time speeds up,
with no pause button, no rewinds,
You simply run out of time.
Before you know it you'll have that cigarette in your hand instead of that doll,
that short skirt instead of those ripped up old blue jeans,
You'll have mascara running down your face trying to figure out how time took it all away.
Before you know it you'll be exactly where you were when you were 10 but everything and nothing feels the same.
Time, time is always five steps ahead when you're already three steps behind.
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