Passion burning bright,
In a silent goodbye.
I'm watching you smile
For the last time.
As soft as you were
Gentler you'll go.
And all the thoughts
Of heart's desires,
Melt away in a thought;
That I'm too scared to say
"I never want to say goodbye".
( seduction of a ballerina )

and so
I think of her
and wonder

what was that fire
that burned so bright
and raged so fierce
as to consume complete

our essence
embered char
smoldered ashen
that in its heat
and fury
could not sustain

a sensual serenade
in tender strains of wanton youth

the satin skin
the comely gaze
the velvet touch
taut tapered leggs
of forever alabaster

a silken voice
to **** and longing
to impatience
to call down immortality

a soulful siren
sweet as the nectar
of all forbidden

the moaning joys
of innocent concupiscence

when the wonder
stirs to every mystery
and the spirit lights
to every spark
igniting passion's earthy pyre
to leave one spent
in blissful ruin
at story's end
as a new page turns

and beckons

a throaty whisper
of promised pleasures
tempting as a ******'s kiss

and so
I think of her
with no regret

savoring the subtle linger
of the dewy taste of her
long ago
so wholly mine
at seventeen


rob kistner © 2011
(revised © 2018)of
Conjured from my memories of my first full ****** encounter as a rock and roller of 16, with an older woman of 17, a ballerina of exquisite, classic beauty - and the fired **** that fed our joining, and the craving for this beautiful ***** that lasted for so long after the preternatural encounter.

She was from Cincinnati, and was an apprentice ballerina, studying ballet in Chicago at the Giordano School of Dance. We had a chance, and for me a memorable encounter, when she had come home to visit her parents. Out with her friends, she had come to an outdoor summer dance where my band was playing. She had a fragile beauty combined with strength, that I found magical.
She brings forth ****'s fury from my mouth;
A black, burning rage swimming through my veins,
And she smiles, and tells me that it makes me pretty.
I want to strangle her.

So effortlessly, so cluelessly, she begs my attention,
My obsession, my affection, my addiction.
She wraps her little angel legs around my waist,
The waist of a lonely ***.

She's aware, as am I, that to continue this charade,
Is to dig her grave in the cemetery of a commoner.
Her stone will be unmarked, her death on my hands,
and yet, still I cannot bring myself to leave.

She intoxicates me, drives my mind
To the very brink of insanity, with
Love, and ****, and hatred, and desire, and guilt,
And absolute, catastrophic fury that threatens Armageddon.

I crave her lips, and her hips, and her hands,
And her stubborn, loud mouth,
And her words that tear me down,
And the violence she incites from my mind.

I am the worst substance for her, like drinking chlorine.
She is even worse for me, like mercury,
Bringing out the demon in me,
That awful creature of chaos that she loves to see.

And as I've mentioned previously,
Despite my desperation for release,
She has me in the palm of her hand. I could never escape.
I more than long for, I need, I crave her infuriating arrogance.

I am just another sad case of addiction,
Without hope of rehabilitation.
As long as she lingers on my breath,
I will continue to destroy.
prompt: "strange addictions"
Nobody 22h
I light some candles to set the tone.
I’m so giddy I finally have you alone.
I’ve been daydreaming so long,
about the sound of your moans.
You let me rip off your clothes,
in a **** filled craze.
So I climb on top of you,
I need you between my legs.
My hands rub your chest,
I crave the taste of your skin,
as I take in your scent.
I don’t want to miss a thing.  
I nibble on your ear,
slowly move down your throat.
I **** till I leave a mark,
then playfully bite your lip.
I tug on your blonde hair,
just a little bit.
I get lost exploring you,
taking my sweet time.
Gently gliding my tongue,
along your ab lines.
Now you’re so hot and bothered,
You pull me close for a kiss.
And yank on my hair.
Next you grab my hips,
then turn me over on my back;
to start pounding me rough,
and as fast as you can.
Azurel M 23h
Soft melodies of the deep sea echo
Moonlight dances on my pretty scales
And icy bubbles whirl under my vest
Through my slippery hair
And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam
Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises
Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales.

Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals
Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface
We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures
Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals
Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces
Pressure rises as each wave surges
Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills
But the sidelines are shallow
And stragglers float motionless

Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck
Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping
Her hollow eyes glow green
Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights
She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins
Searching for the parts that are edible
Tender, Scale-less, Slippery
Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day

Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown
Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions
A handsome boy has been smiling all the while
He’s caught in a fisherman’s net
Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man
But fisherman don't care for little mermaids
With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal

Sweaty fins splash and cheer
The fishbowl shatters
Sea glass spills out onto sand
We squirm and flop onto land
Gasping without air to breathe
As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun
Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed.

Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales
Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom
Gasping and moaning into a tile wall
Who's face was a handsome stranger
Because this meat shouldn't go to waste
And I'm drunken with desperation
For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks
But I'm just another fish in the sea
Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
A school dance
frankie 23h
a brief encounter
hand slid up silk
a hurried kiss and glance around
onlookers would ruin the show
a secret shared between lips
pupils dilate at the sight
the desire for you still reins true
craving a brief encounter once more
the odds are against the occurrence
skyler 1d
i really love
the thought of being in love
but i don’t really love
when push comes to shove
you off the bridge
into reality
where we
were never meant to be
this love things an illusion
a man made fallacy

and your ring finger
only holds a shiny rock
because his promise of forever
is long gone
with his ****
down her throat
as she’s on her knees
choking back
secrets of her own
because little
does he know
her husband
is at home
all alone

and neighbor is laying
with a pretty boy
between her legs
that distracts
from the one
laying in her head
and they fall asleep
in a mess of a bed
to wake up
and pretend
to be in love instead
of facing
the loneliness and dread

so we get off
completely unaware
that love is a lie
to pretend we are fine
i would love
to be in love
if it was love
i could trust
but there in no love
in this world, only ****

With the sparkles in your eyes.
With the kisses that I die for.
Whose hugs speak of deepest needs.
Whose arms flung around my neck.
With a face I want to see.
With body of fantasy.
Whose smile turns joy into ****.
Whose fingers turn **** to need.
Pull me closer into you.
Sensual, magnificent.
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I sit here
Reluctantly waiting,
Attempting to
Grasp your words.
But instead we stand
Just exactly who you were.
I once thought you were lovely.
I couldn't see past your facade.
So tell me now what does it mean
How you've become an obscenity?
Where's my chance at happiness?
Where's my shot at true love?
All I have to show is distrust
And these burning marks of ****.
You whipped me down for hours
Until my neck started to bleed,
I once thought you were my savior
But all you've done is tormented me.
Inspired by the song "Blue Monday"
Sage D 1d
Love is just a four-letter word,
that begins with L.
**** is just a four-letter word,
that begins with L.

Two very different words,
with much in common.
One may easily be mistaken,
for the other.

Both yearning for someone,
but in different ways.
Both feel great at first,
but may die over time.

**** is secretive, hot, and ****,
but who says that can't be love?
Love is passionate, confident, and loyal,
but who says that can't be ****?

You'll think you feel one,
when it's actually the other.
Or maybe you got it just right,
and know yourself better.

Love and ****,
similar, but not the same.
Love and ****,
different, but not opposites.

Love is just a four-letter word,
that begins with L.
**** is just a four-letter word,
that begins with L.
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