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Mahdiya Patel Jul 2015
And in darkness she was most comfortable, it was where her demon friends came out to play/
it was where her notions and reality combined to create this prepossessing paradise
She is fond of sunsets,
yet prefers sunrise.
She cares about the weak heart,
yet is uncaring about her own.
She is surrounded by devils,
yet manages to find angels.
She is kind all the while,
yet mean at times.
She is faithful to the windy winter,
yet admires the soft summer.
She is passionate about her love,
yet apathetic in an irregular manner.
She is roughly foreseeable,
yet effortlessly unpredictable.
She is able to be whole,
yet unable to have a piece.
She is easily melted by the fire,
yet controls the tough cold core.
She lives in her own fantasies,
yet awaits an unpoetic reality.
She is a prepossessing paradox.
- Aishwarya Kulkarni
Trā  Oct 2014
Fantasy
Trā Oct 2014
the air was filled with scented candles,
giving the room a red glare
featuring the sweet aroma of her perfume and my shower gel;
we were surrounded by nothing but white walls and blood-like roses that were aesthetically spread on black satin sheets

a once silent atmosphere
quickly transitioned
into a room full of light moans and groans;

we stood in the midst of it all,
lip-locked and engulfed in each other's arms.
she slipped my shirt above my head
and i unzipped her fitted red dress,
watching it drop from her body, onto the ground
discovering nothing but  an alluring bare body underneath.
her upper frame was prepossessing
and it took me a while to regain my sense of awareness.
"this is mine, all mine."
i felt like her thoughts mimicked mine
since we both gave the same smirk at the exact time.

we ended up on the bed sheets,
scattering the roses in our wild venture.

light pecks
quickly turned into deep french kissing
featuring hip caressing
and as my ******* grew
her wetness seemed to become more immense.

light bites
turned into a twilight ****** season
and a trail of purple blooms
trickled from her neck
to between her *******
straight down to her navel.

foreplay was always essential
so i tantalizingly used my tongue
following the flowery trail.
somehow, i got sidetracked
and ended up caressing her left breast,
then the right
and my mouth and tongue seemed to
be enticed by the stiffness of her *******
as they pleasurably tortured them with flicks and twirls.

her moans became louder
but i was unsure if she was ready.
as my mouth and tongue continued their torture,
my hand took a trip to somewhere warm and wet;
i stared her deep in the eyes as my hand slowly explored her walls.
i watched every little moan,
but mid-moan
my lips found their way against hers
and my tongue found itself once again
dancing its sensual dance with hers.

i pitched a bit at the sound of my belt buckle dropping to the floor.
i was left vulnerable and my ******* sprung to life,
pulsing as her soft hands caressed it,
forcing me to succumb and lean back,
giving her the power to do as she pleased.

as i lied there with
my back on the sheet,
my head on the pillow,
and my eyes closed,
i felt her warmth hovering over me
and again, her hand tightly
but comfortably gripped around my *******.

she leaned over me,
whispering sweet serenades in my ear;
the warmth of her breath and the slight touch of her tongue
gave me goosebumps.
it was obvious she realized the effect she had on me
because she repeated it over and over,
ear to ear.
suddenly i felt her teeth sinking into my skin,
sending a mixture of painful
yet euphoric sensations
throughout my body.
she tantalized me with the same purple blooms
but she traveled past my navel
onto the head of my *******.

the twirling of her moist tongue
gave me the impression that i had died for a split second.
i was far from a submissive but i allowed her some play-time
as she continued her pleasurable torture of tongue swirls.

her time was up.

i parted her thick but soft hair and slipped between her soft lips
which she already had wet for my arrival.
with slow twirling hip movements,
i repeatedly made an entrance and exit between her lips,
sometimes greeted by the tantalizing feel of her tongue
sending me off the edge.

things got heated and she pushed herself back,
parting her thighs,
looking me in the eyes and biting her lips.
the view was one to make any grown man succumb.
i crawled over,
playfully nibbling at her toes
up to her inner thighs,
leaving yet more purple blooms;
with each one,
i witnessed an exorcism
as her eyes rolled back and her eyes became more lustful
and her body seemed to crave me more and more.

sweet sweet pink matter.

my tongue found itself trailing along the inner parts of her *****
then circling and flicking her **** tortuously.
i felt her feet and hands
wrapped around my neck
suffocating me in the sweetest taste and aroma
and as i struck my final flick,
i ****** up her ****,
sending her to her ******,
as she clung onto my head as her body
repeatedly ****** and became tense.

it was time.

i found myself against her ear,
"are you ready princess?"
she nodded and my lips locked with hers
while my hands made their way down to her *******.
my *******, now pulsing vigorously,
found itself between her legs,
with tip at her entrance;
she began to let out slight moans and screams but
my kisses served as a suppressor for that.
my tip and shaft both made it's full entrance and
not even my lips could deter her screams now.
"should i stop my love?"*
she nodded no and
i felt her hip movements starting to matching mine.
with each *******,
her grip became tighter and tighter.
i felt her grasping onto my ***,
bringing me in deeper and deeper.
i felt my ******* soon succumbing  to the
wetness and tightness of her grip
then she whispered she's ******
and i found myself lost between her legs
and lost in a world of euphoria and relief.

(d.b.d.)
I guess this is one of my many fantasies..at least one of my 'vanilla' fantasies ;)
Amanda Jul 2014
Beautiful is something we either never take enough time on, or always take too much.
So *******, with a pearly white smile on my face.
Because today, I will write about something beautiful, and I will remember the way it begins with the letter “you” or “why” or “you are the love of my life.”
And you are, there is no will, there is no way, of denying such solidly factual things.
But lightning never struck twice in the same place where I come from, and if we grew up in the same neighborhood, it might be easier to understand.
Pretending that love is just a thunder storm, and flickering lights are just temporary, is nothing but a permanent thought.
And you are tattooed right on my brain stem.
So if you are going to take me in your right hand and pull me close and let your eyes fall slightly until our lips are doing the same
please think about how many storms have turned into hurricanes
and how many hearts a hurricane can ****.
I know, this was supposed to be beautiful.
But mainly, beautiful things have to be truthful.
And the truth is not always pretty.
But you are breath taking
I think that is why there is still an ocean between us
but I am willing to drown.
In my hour of childhood
I was simple-hearted and free.
The notion of existence
Intricately confounded me.

The true nature of my essence
Was not of my discerning.
To be—right here and now
I did not find such concerning,

If existence is a concept
Then I am the spawn of chaos.
Truly, those of lack of truth
Cannot bear what is definitively best

Existence is brief, and life is a flower
Prepossessing and free, but gone in an hour.
This was my cognition set
In a world consumed with children's life bets

There is nothing in my trials,
Nought in my sentimental thought
Nothing in my possession, not at all within pure dreams
That has the strength to restore my blessed, beloved simplicity...
Renai Oct 2018
O' prepossessing garden

for you resemble my youth,

an innocence I no longer bear.
Thank you for taking the time to read this!
Vaishali May 2018
The stars hung low that night
To hail the girl who sat on the rooftop
Of a filthy run down cottage
At the end of the 'Homeless Women' lane

Her knees were scraped with callused fingernails
That bled against the chips on the wall she had climbed
To watch those pretty little things shine
And sigh with wonder against the solitary night

The emptiness in her stomach growled
But her wild eyes devoured the moon
Maybe the night resembled her tattered black dress
And stars were just despicable holes in the fabric of sky

Greasy auburn hair hung limp against her skimpy frame
Not many would find beauty on that haunted face
But there was a prepossessing in her pain
The way she never truly had things to lose
So she loved everything we seldom bother to.

It was a cold night on a full moon
The homeless girl breathed her last atop a red roof
No one remembers a slovenly girl with wild eyes
A homeless girl who died in her true home,
Her personal paradise.

Maybe she was only fifteen
But not many can claim
They've worn constellations on their body
Maybe she found her peace
And landed the stars while we were asleep
Maybe the way she died
Is the way most of us fail to live
Maybe we should love the way
A homeless girl once did.
nicholas redden Feb 2012
shaving my skin with that dry old razor i wont talk no i wont even scream
shave my mind and maybe ill be happy again
shave my words shave them down until maybe they make some beauty
shave my thoughts and maybe you'll find some sense  
shave my soil shave it all away and ill be your slave
shave my feeling and maybe you'll feel like me maybe for a minute
shave my face shave my brows shave my hair
shave me down all that i am
shave no cut. cut deep into me with that razor blade
stripe me of my flesh warm and still strong you can have it  
stripe me of my brain still ticking and prepossessing still electric
just don't
have what you want but don't take my friend please don't.
Travis Green Mar 2023
His stalwart charming body gets to me
When he flexes his sheer raw sexiness
He makes me so hella weak
I wanna dive deep into his flawless sparkling sea
Feel him everywhere on me

Cherish how he talks ***** to me
Enraptures my submerged world
Makes me so dazed and confused
With the way he flaunts his pulchritude
His luminous bedroom eyes
Has me biting on my keen and warm lips

Got me feeling deliriously happy
So smashed and spazzed out
Calling him Daddy, feeling his vitality
Captured in his impassioned cracking splashiness
Longing for him to rock me constantly

Charm me properly, massage me again and again
Let me traverse through his naughty saucy heartland
Taste his honeyed sun-kissed construction
Rub his expansive, handsome chest
Down to his belly button

Drive his banging python of love insane
With my bold, potent strokes
My magically swift deepthroating
A mantastic mushroom head
So magically devilish to my tongue

I lick it from north to south
From east to west, caress him sexually
Give him an unbelievably intriguing thrill
Press my hands all around
His oiled-up alluring form

Cop a feel of his caramel-brown thighs
Lap up his manly tasty nuts
Make his temperature rise
Hypnotize his frame of mind
My assertive picturesque charmer

He stirs my thoughts and feelings
His delectable prepossessing compellingness overwhelms me
The way his thickness teases the roof of my mouth
Got me fantasizing about his wildness
I wanna be down with his profound hyper-hot appetizingness

Devour him like a pecan honey hennessy pie
Delight in his big juicy manhood
I burn with curiosity as I pour over his gorgeosity
The hottest heart-stopping showstopper
So incomparably fresh and sweet
Like a bourbon blueberry cobbler out of the oven

I covet him like a drug addict
I love how his deliciously seductive dreaminess mingles
With my sensual gleaming feminineness
I stare at his masterful black craft
And I am so rapt and daft about
His sweetly endless and pleasurable grandness

I work his throbbing third leg
Watch him sweat while he drives it deeper down my throat
Hold it firmly in my hands
Keep it shiny and sloppy with my spit
As he pumps out a superabundance of sinful steamy *****
In my ripe, ****, and hungry mouth
Poppi Mae  Jan 2014
Beautiful
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
Am I

beautiful
adjective
1.
pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.
"beautiful poetry"
synonyms: attractive, pretty, good-looking, nice-looking, pleasing, alluring, prepossessing,
as pretty as a picture;

to you?
Travis Green Jan 2023
Your top-level prepossessing magneticness
Mesmerizes the depths of my vessel
Arrests and possesses my homosexualness
Has me so affected by your dopacetic majestic finesse

You slay me with the way you display
Your contagious salacious engagingness
How you stand so firm and assertive
More than an enchantingly champion
And handsome Samson

An honorable hulking God
A hardy hearty hot shot
I am so lost in the unsurpassed
Impactfulness of your crashing masculine splashiness

So trapped in a tremendous tantalizing trance
So drunk in love with your crunkness
The way you bathe me in your unadulterated fragrant straightness
I close my eyes, and I romanticize
About your dangerous delightable divineness

Ready for you to slam into my embraceable tasty nakedness
With quenching massages and ardent liplocks
I wanna get lost in your formidable forbidden forest
Where you search every spectacular area
Of my elegant inner world

I wanna enjoy you to the core
Let you explore my sweet sensual concealments
Take me down, enamor my pristine perfumed playground
Make me feel the incomparable magic
Of your fantastic aromatic hardness

**** zesty Daddy
I wanna be controlled by your bold notable machoness
Feel your sexily manly flesh against  
My delicately fresh and perfect architecture

Gorge on my marvelous chocolate gorgeosity
Like barbecue bone-******* ribs
Let me melt in your mouth
As I relish the heavenly essence
Of your pleasurable treasured presence

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