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P4r4d0x 2d
Well, you came to this place,
The light of day erased
With the red glow of neon bouncing off your face.

She loves leather lined with fleece,
With her hands held high,
Begging for release,

She loves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling
With honey pools flowing to the sheets
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines

She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin
The tendrils of the flogger trace
The very curvature of her frame
One slap against her breast,
A snap gasp as it reddens with a twinge
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,

Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds
Riling up until the breath breathes loud
She’s moaning through her longing sounds
And then the crash comes, to burn it down

How she longs to feel
Something more, something real
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him
Needs me more than she can bare
Tells me where, and tells me when
But this is just a game,

Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath
As heat flushes over like a sunbath
And the sweat beads cool
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls
In her a waterfall
Pulsating through it all…

She loves leather and fleece
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.
The snows retreat, our longing begins crafting dreams, hope.
Like autumn’s hush, at our feet slip silken seams, hope.

The daily grind lives, yet in your arms I’m home, hope.
We long to sip again where skin’s moonlit gleams, hope.

Short days? We’ll stitch the dark with moans—no guilt, no worries, hope.
Your pulse, my compass—we’ll sail this thaw like a stream, hope.

No holidays—we’ll burn the hours in sweat’s hot baths, hope.
Your nails carve rivers where my shivers melt to cream, hope.

No sun? We’ll braid our shadows into one fevered trance, hope.
Your tongue maps constellations where my hips scream, hope.

Resolutions faded, we invent new desires, hope.
Savoring new rhythms, our lips capture sunlit beams, hope.

Secret places—your mouth, a vineyard, overgrown, free, hope.  
We’ll bloom where the soil forgets frost, where wild things seem, hope.

Luna & Sol—no storm can quench what our skins believe, hope.
In Gaia’s soothing haven, we chase our wildest schemes, hope.
A naturist, I shed the day’s tight notes—  
My flesh unbinds as cello strings softly sway
The bath exhales a vapor-softened throat,  
Its liquid song dissolves the stress of day.

You breach my silence while my fingers play—
No words, just layers pooled where footsteps passed.  
The water hums a frequency unchained,  
Your back rests softly, knows my ******* are cast.

Your fingers trace my folds, our tones slowly grow—
A throbbing drone our mingled pores now greet.  
The soundscape swells where flesh begins to know
The crush of solitude our heat completes.  

The water cools, yet still our bodies own  
Two silences embraced by undertow.
P4r4d0x Feb 11
The scent of *** perfuming the frame
As you smile for the camera, so profane.

I can feel your trembles
Legs shaking like Parkinsons
Barely able to compose a word
Letter fumble and bounce out of order
Dyslexic disorder from guts rearranged
And every thought’s the same

Feeling empty without a brain
When your heat feels cold without me near
Every opening on you claimed
Dripping an army of me like a leaky main,
White contrasting white, glueing to your frame

You coax me with a finger, want more
It never stops, you’re insatiable
And I love the way you move,
Head game incredible,
Bob like your catching apples in a barrel
Gawk gawk the sound in bass and treble
You want my hand around your throat, girl you are trouble
But I can’t help but give in to the urges
This XO in my body got me nervous,
I’m switching gears giving in to perversions

This paddle gets it’s work in
*** so red, painting white roses
Part those legs like Moses
I promise you, I’ll take you to paradise
Now succumb to me in osmosis
Oxytocin lucid, screaming to wake the muses
Amsued with every stroke that produces,
A huge rift, crescendo of screams we can make a new hit

Reverse it on me baby,
Show me how you do this,
Ride me like a bull
And teach me a new trick
Hit you with that good whip
Bruises across your plump ****
You’re begging for more
And this XO got me nervous
Giving in to perversions
I’m about to get this work in


Inhale the X running through your veins
The scent of *** perfuming the frame
As you smile for the camera, so profane.
Inspired by listening to the Weeknd, lol.
Her lips, now draw so near mine—
static hums,
lightning sings,
my fingertips zing.

Our breath suspends in flight,
threads pulled oh so tight;
My hunger coils—
her taste, pure starlight.

Our flesh enraptures,
trembles nearly bare—
a storm unfolds,
surging ever slowly— there.
We stand unrobed where daylight splits the air,
Her thighs a bramble, mine are smooth and spare.
The mirror's glare reveals what we both share:
One breast a plum, its twin a rounder pear.

Time’s cursive scrawls on skin we’ve learned to bare—
Her stretchmarks ripple, tides, my palms embrace.
No clues hide the faint silver in her hair—
My thumb traces the laugh-lines on her face. 

Past phantoms fade—two clocks now beat as one.
Her skin, once chilled, now thaws beneath my sighs;
My stony silence ripens into sun;
Time-frozen hearts melt in each other's eyes.

Your mouth—a fig split ripe—now drinks my moan:
We fuse to one fierce sun, no dusk, no dawn.
Miss Masque Feb 6
Squishy fated
Topography
Meant to puzzle
Together,
the nexus of
Interlocking
limbs--
pulsing and
pumping.

The conductive
catalyst
the dazed hazy
Swooning--
I bite my lip
and you start to
give in,
I won't tell you no--
take a hit
to the bed
grabbing sheets
*******
air past teeth
no thoughts
just breathe...
or don't.

Choke
on the nexus
of firing synapses
the electric relapses
into shivers and moans--
****--
I need
to
feel you.

Your skin
lingers in
the shivers--
in the wake
of the day
my body
Remembering
that you
aren't there
and it aches.

Please--
Lead me there,
Take
Me
Please,
Let me
bathe in
your twilight.
Unbuttoned allure, yet captivated - my eyes.
Skirt’s whispered secrets, eclipsed - my eyes.
Glances try undress, but locked - my eyes.
Lashes dance, words unspoken behind my eyes. 
Storm in your veins, tethered   - my eyes.
Your body, wealth, surrendered - my eyes.
Her hair spills starlight, raw as unbaked bread— 
Each strand a comet’s trail my lips pursue.
No thread divides our skin, risen on breath;  
Hips hide her crescent moon, eclipse the blue.  

The mirror drinks us whole—no blind, no hidden clues— 
our doubled forms a psalm of breath and flame.  
Sound of skin on skin, a tide, laps where desires subdue;
Your fingers chart the pulse-light, vane by vane.  

No shadow lives where tongues chase the day—  
her wetness, a prism, splits what dark ignites.  
The air grows thick, our love scent we can’t unsay—  
Each gasp refracts to hues where her desires lie, night.

Your eyes—black pools where all my shadows drown—  
we fuse to one eclipse, no dusk, no dawn.
Bekah Halle Feb 1
I never thought
my poetry was ******,
but do I want
to arouse; stimulate evocative
emotion,
and stir longing irrevocably
within?!
Yes, undeniably, YES!
Do not all of us want that full-body
response...
This could be controversial, but I would love your thoughts.
5th Feb: this poem was given an 18+ rating by AllPoetry - how interesting!
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