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Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2018
Beg
Something about you turns me on,
You're perfect from bottom to top,
You know just how to make me moan,
And scream at you not to stop.

You know just where to touch my body,
Pleasure shakes me down to my core,
When the night ends you always
Leave me begging you for more.
Feedback anyone?
Poetic T Dec 2017
Her ******* were like damp snow,
       teasing but letting my fingers
tread lightly.

She felt ever motion, the imprints
of my wonderings were left
                in the cotton of damp fingerprints.

I never went below the snow,
         sometime
just treading lightly,
       is enough to make her moan.
Madhu Jakkula Jun 2017
As I map the curves of your body with my lips, I listen to your moan slowly.
I hunger to taste every inch of your skin from toes to between your thighs to your soft cleavage till your lips.
Your cries with pleasure is my new addiction, vaporising my lust.
Branden Youngs May 2017
Nothing good happens after 4 am.
This was the time when my negligent lust began.
The hour of which my angels are locked up by my demons;
time to release Dracula’s descendant to begin hunting season.

Ready,
to slowly empty my next victim of their feelings.

Swallow these words in between your moans.
Let them send chills down your spine
as you brave intimate relations with a vampire’s blood line.

Without this hour, my favorite part of me would not exist
Making monsters out of the ones I once loved with a deathly kiss.
Lady Bird Oct 2016
my soul is alone
and wants to be held
my heart's dispirit moan
beats one ray of hope
for true love is unknown
I've watched a video
at the end a man mouths some words while  lying on the sidewalk....
this is what I imagined he said...
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
I love to make him groan
His soft sighs, his moan
As my fingers trace the line down his chest
Temporarily stoping just short, I let my hand rest
As we passionately kiss, lips locked in a long embrace
I kiss down his chin and follow the trail my fingers have traced
Then every so gently I go down
Making his eyes roll around
It slowly intensify till his moans become liquid
He caresses my head up and says "girl your gifted"
Tess Calogaras Aug 2015
Who was the last to wear your body? 

Parting petals upon modest fingertips 

Supple mouth which you tumbled willing 

And gulped until tamed .
Laid steamed and wet awaiting the sun

to bellow through curtains 
as the
scene laid out 
like an easy 

****** mystery
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
Cat Fiske Jul 2015
my room was a mess,
and we added to it as we undressed,
because I couldn't wait any longer.

I love the feeling of you on me,
as I try to be quite
You came in my mouth,
gripping my head,
my neck,

you tell me, "moan baby"
you love to hear me moan,
you wanted me to moan so loud the whole town could hear,
when I do I feel so happy to be with you,

I lay next to you,
wrap my body around you,
I hold ur hands and make a face that says everything were going to do,
is going to be *****,
but I want to love you,

I kiss you to the point there's no point in stopping,
and when our fingers are unlocking,
they stroke your hair,
hair I love,
you grab my *** and spank it hard,
and I move my hands down your body never pausing,

but I can feel every part of you,
I know that this time its not frightening,
I make my way all the way down to your ****,
and I put it in and we go off,
our ******* feels like it never stops,

we took the time to trace the outlines of each others bodies,
we looked into each others souls,
and now I'm getting ***** faster than eminem's Rap God,
and his body feels like a god,

the ******* begins,
and i'm pleased within,
moaning louder than before,
really hopping the neighbors aren't home next door,

and this is how loving you should feel.
so unreal,
even though its all real.
Someone asked me to write this
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