When you get down
On your knees in front of me
I panic:
                 “Please don't.

I'm so used to
  Being the one to kneel
  Being your submissive
  Being the one
To caress your sensitive sugar cookie
With the tip of my tongue
Just not the other way around:

I'm scared
Because what if
You don't like the way I taste
What if
I'm not sweet enough for you
The thought
Burns up my insides:
                 “please don't…

But when you plant
A candy coated kiss
On my quivering
Inner thigh
I can feel myself
My frosting
Creating a damp oval
On the bed spread
A gentle moan escapes my lips:

Your body is hungry
And my words
Only make your stomach growl

So you lean forward anyway
And kiss away at the sugar
My tension growing:
                 “Please don't. Stop.
Dripping and melting
Into a pleading whimper
                 “Please don't stop.

I seem to be sweet enough for you.

Just thought I'd have a little fun and write a sequel to Dirty Sweets (for those of you who are a fan of that poem) :D
alan Jun 9

The sea is overflowing and dripping from my eyes,
don't mind the pain of the hail, it's the rain that I despise.
The coral of the ocean, the bright and pretty hue,
all seem to fade away deep into the blue.
The wind blows outside and air escapes each lung,
as we scream for the same reason, yet in a different tongue.

Ryan Holden May 8

As you slowly run,
Falling down a void,
Of never ending cycle,
Your persistence considered,
Never disappoints restless,
I debate wandering,
To stop the dripping tap.

Currently a tap dripping in my house and thought I'd write about it. Ha.

As the rain falls down
So my feet sound out
And pad the coated asphalt ground
And the truth is there for me to find
That running warm and in that storm
Those were the best few miles of my life

Truth. (:
Joe Black Feb 23

Walked near her slowly,
Brushed with hand, breathing slowly,
She came closer, shaking,
Warm, quite, soft...
Her eyes were shing like a moon,
They were telling way too much,
I've start to play with her with hand,
Slowly put her legs apart...
Hand was filled with warmth of her soft breast,
Movement up and down she been waiting for...
Then thrill pierced inside of me,
And white liquid dripped..
At that moment i felt enravishment,
That's how i milked a cow for a first time...

Luna Craft Mar 2016

You were a leaky faucet
Letting words out on accident
Wasting what little water you had left
Draining into the sewer
All alone
You were slowly dripping away

dull-eyed mortal Oct 2015

Up in the branches,
Ripples dance across the sky,
And drip through the leaves.

This haiku is part of my collection dripping mountains. This is an abract collection on nature
The Lonely Bard Oct 2015

Learning the ways of the world,
Of course it will help us both,
Vehement opposition we faced,
Exemplifying quality throughout.

You descended here as the perennial spring,
Of my heart you are the beat,
Up against the dark skies you help me shine.

My HP Poem #908
©Atul Kaushal
KILLME Aug 2015

i'm tired of these
black mascara tears
dripping down my face

A poor, weakling boy was held down as the eldest of the grumpy twats grabbed a torch. Blazing in front of the boy's face, the heat grew hotter and hotter near his eyes.
White, moist gel started dripping down his face like toasted marshmallows, pausing for a brief hiccup before breaking flat and fallen on the ground. Only a white sun could be seen at this point and there was nothing he could do to save his sight. A searing heat lit his veins, spreading his energy thin.
Finally, what was left of his eyes were decimated, leaving behind only the rawest, most atrocious pit of shadows and swallowed souls.

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