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Dom 5d
Rigid fingers travel up and down
Traveling on every peak and valley of her spine
Tracing her curvature to memory
Even blind, he could draw her in precision
Hands cupping and massaging pale rounds of flesh
Spreading the cleavage to espy her openings
Eager honey dew dribbles out of pale pink petals
Confusing sensation swapping thirst for hunger

She whimpers,
Moans to the touch
Audible cues to coo where he moved
Her body sways serpentine,
Until a press of his firm rough palm
Calms her to an obedient stoicism
Fear replaces eager
With her umber strands shrouding her shame.

“You’ve been bad”

His voice rang in a thunderous pitch
Like Odin or Zeus spoke from on high
Vibrating through her core like magma,
Perspiring pores poured a slick coating
While erecting hairs, goose bumped to warn,
She resigns herself to surrender and prepares -

Bent over knee
A perfect wedge
Cerulean eyes shuttered to a wince
Lower lip bit by front teeth
Fingers gripping sheets while knuckles whitened.

A leather tongue cuts the wind,
And collides with flesh rippling like a rain drop to a puddle
Such a castigated thud upon her bubbly round
Ivory became pale pink and yet no apology emitted
Just the mellifluous scream of pleasure twixt with pain
She left him vexed, ripe with implacable resolve

Thrice more,
The leather cut air
And collided with her supple hind cheek
Pink soon became red and red maroon
Until the marks looked plum or eggplant,
Her cries carried like birth-giving wails
And the honey welled, dribbling down her thighs
A streaming creek begging for a waterfall
Her eyes open, pulsing pupils readjust to light
Looking at her assailant with a sorrowful pout

“I’m sorry, sir”

She concedes,
Giving into her carnal needs
Elevated breaths whisper arousal
Begging blues almost change in hue
When he rests his hand upon her head
Patting her gently in approval.

“Good girl”
Meant to be read and possibly enjoyed by ADULTS. The scenario is of two consenting fictional adults in a power dynamic that plays off punishment/reward.
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!
Styles Jan 24
Her mesh dress, sheer, a daring art,
Igniting chaos within my heart.
A bronzed goddess, beauty untamed,
Sculpted grace, temptation named.

Her presence stirred my soul to roam,
Transporting thoughts far from home.
Her lips, a sip of heady delight,
Her sway, a beacon in the night.

Magnetic, profound, her spell takes hold,
A force too strong, too bold to withhold.
No retreat, no turning away,
Her allure commands, I’m here to stay.

Entangled deep, resistance fades,
In her spell, all reason sways.
An odyssey begins, passion’s fire ignites,
A journey endless through starry nights.
Styles Jan 23
I want to tease with touches slight,
A gentle spark that feels so right.
Moments shared, just you and me,
A journey into intimacy.

We’ll talk, we’ll learn, we’ll wonder still,
Discovering depths that time won’t ****.
Each touch a whisper, soft yet bold,
A story of passion waiting to be told.

Those moments when we can’t let go,
The fire between us starts to grow.
No space, no pause, no need to part,
Just the rhythm of two beating hearts.

Let the connection pull us near,
In a world where only we appear.
Lost in touches, sweet and true,
I’ll learn you, and you’ll learn me too.
Styles Jan 23
I want to tease with touches light,
To spark a fire deep in the night.
Moments shared, where hearts explore,
Each one leaves us craving more.

Let’s wonder, talk, and learn anew,
Discovering depths of me and you.
Touches that linger, driving us mad,
Moments that feel too good to be had.

A bond so strong, we can’t let go,
A connection deeper than we’ll ever know.
No need to stop, no need to part,
Just endless passion, heart to heart.
Styles Jan 23
Let my fingers trace her skin,
Carving paths only we’ve been in.
Lose yourself as we collide,
To find each other deep inside.

My tongue a poet, her body the page,
Writing verses of passion, igniting a stage.
Kissing her hard, left bruises remain,
Her pleasures ache within pain.

Taste her need as she she take mine too,
In a desperate dance, raw and true.
Not softly, not shyly, but we play it safe,
Marking her boldly with our embrace.

Take me like freedom’s last fleeting call,
Break me apart, but rebuild it all.
I don’t want careful—I crave divine,
An unforgettable chaos where our souls align.
Styles Jan 20
Let my words run down your body,
Wrap around you, branding softly.
Fingerprint trails, smoke rising thin,
Sizzling heat under your skin.

Scorching my path, marking the line,
Each touch whispers, "You are mine."
The idea of you falling for me
Not just my naked body  but
Also my emotions too I must
Tell you that I love you  for who
You are you......the idea of you falling
For me is killing me Softly
Killing me sweetly as you kiss me
Everywhere you want sensei  I hold
Your hand as we make intense and
Passionate love.   I aske where you come
From.  You say that you are from the land
Of the rising sun.   Then you kiss me in
The deepest part of me
Kissing my soul not just my womanhood
You love my scent of my body. As you
Kiss me I see a spark in your eye as we
Couple you smile gently and mischievous
I want to kiss you
I want to desire you
I want to smile with my eyes
At you
I want keep having *** with you
My loving sensei, you are falling
For me as we just fall asleep in
Eachothers arms.    As I fall asleep
I heart your heartbeat
Killing my Softly
Killing me  sweetly as we
Lay in eachothers arms
Our legs entwined sleeping
As I wake up you are not there
I wonder where you are
Only to see that you are sleeping
With another student.   But I still
Love you.   It's killing me
Softly
And painfully sweet
If only we could make love again
But I am your ***** secret that you
Are ashamed of.
Why
Are you killing me Softly
Killing sweetly
killing me slowly
But I know in my heart
That you love me only
And that you have tosave face.....
Styles Jan 2
I love to touch her ***** and feel her thick swollen lips slip between my fingers. Tips, drip, with her wetness, thick drools drip, from her plump peach lips, ripe with desire.

Tracing the edge of her warmth, feeling the weight of them on my fingers - the sensation, grounds me into the moment. Present I am, hard as a rock, my ****, aches for her warmth, wrapped round, like a blanket of pleasure.

Her ****, lit with my spit, glistening in the light, my tongue and the tip unit - sending shockwaves through her hips, my tongue she rides - like tides, I wave my wet tip, around her little ****, tiny circles electrify it. I’m mesmerized by the heat of the moment, its tantalizing.
Styles Jan 2
Persuading your body,
in ways you can’t escape,
you’re helpless under the power of my touch.
I caress every inch,
leaving memories that haunt your flesh,
moments replaying in your mind,
as our bodies unite.
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