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Styles Dec 2024
No prelude, no tease, just raw need,
A hungry mouth taking the lead.
In the back seat, where secrets abide,
Of the Uber's dark, wild carnival ride.

My skirt pushed up with a hurried hand,
No ******* to slow his fervent demand.
My thick *****, spread wide apart,
Exposing the pearl that quickens my heart.

His tongue descends, deliberate, slow,
Circling the heat where my arousal flows.
A steady rhythm, two strokes in time,
Each flick sending shivers up my spine.

My swollen lips throb, pulsing, alive,
His every touch makes my senses dive.
The tension builds, I feel it rise,
As his tongue tastes deeper, igniting my cries.

Three thick fingers, filling me tight,
Driving me wild in the shadowed night.
Back to my ****, his mouth relentless,
Licking and *******, leaving me defenseless.

I’m wet, I’m ready, my body ablaze,
Lost in the haze of his carnal craze.
Licking, licking, with passion unbound,
In this moment of bliss, only pleasure is found.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
Do your eyes still traverse the corridors of memory, like a VCR
rewinding its cherished tapes? Capturing your reflection in the
mirror—still radiant, unadorned, and unapologetic. I still find
myself consumed by jealousy for that bathroom mirror,
privileged to witness you from every corner of your room.

Consumed by the sinister allure of your skin’s shadowy depths,
a brilliance emerges that rivals the most exquisite treasure.
My dear, you continue to weave a tapestry of uncertainty around
me—thoughts hovering like spectres above, even as you attempt
to mask the passage of time with a new hue in your hair.

Yet, your capricious emotions betray you, revealing strands of silver
that ravenously consume my heart, and each sigh a testament to
your power. You ought not to linger in the recesses of my mind,
yet these last seven days have only intensified my fascination,
leaving me utterly weak.

I cast my laments to the skies, my spirit weeping profusely – the
cascade of your lip’s whisper, the tempestuous tides of your form,
the fortress of towering trees echoing the curve of your legs – how
can I possibly avert my gaze from your enchanting eyes? You have
transformed my heart into a crime scene, slaying me piece by piece,
all for the sake of uniting with you.
"I see you in both ways-
not the optimist. He fails to choose naturally.

You are that one cake among the rest
that presents herself with multiple coats of frosting,
no one would dare cut you open after appreciating your beauty -
he's afraid to taste something suspicious."
Taÿpen Dec 2024
She don’t have to say a word
Her body gives me all the signals
It’s more than a stop and go
When my hands are cruising down her skin
She knows how to speed up my heart rate
When she’s wining pon me
Our bodies sing the sweetest melody
We go to the point of no return
Where our passions burn.
Liv Dec 2024
I want to feel your need like air,
a love so deep, beyond compare.
I want to be the thought you keep,
the dream that lingers as you sleep.
Not just a want, but something more—
a quiet ache you can’t ignore.

I want to be the pull, the thread,
the voice that echoes in your head.
To feel your care in all you do,
to know your heart beats just for two.
Ask me, softly, where I’ve been—
show me I’m your beginning and end.

Let your gaze linger, let it stay,
like I’m the sun that lights your way.
Let every word you speak of me
be laced with love, completely free.
Not fleeting, not shallow, but endless and whole,
a love that cradles my heart and soul.

I want your passion, deep and kind,
the type that wraps and fills the mind.
To see me not just as I appear,
but know my soul and hold it near.
A love that whispers, "You are mine,"
yet cherishes, tender and divine.

Crave not my touch, but the sound of my voice,
the little things that make you rejoice.
Wonder at the thoughts I share,
at every moment, show you care.
To love me wholly, as I am,
your guiding light, your constant calm.

So want me, love, in ways untamed,
but let it be my heart you’ve claimed.
Be addicted to the way I see,
to the essence of who I strive to be.
For I don’t long for just fleeting fire,
but a love that grows, higher and higher.

Crave my laughter, crave my tears,
crave the story of all my years.
Let me feel it, steady and true—
this quiet obsession of me and you.
For in your arms, I long to stay,
forever yours, in every way.
I wish I could be someone’s most important person… I wish someone could be addicted to me like I am to them.
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