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Anna Mink Mar 16
An oversexed foreigner; you
play and dom me for fun.
Prefers a physical touch: you.

Inexhaustible you claim to be,
my energetic friend,
then fall asleep on top of me.

Yet I wouldn't change a thing,
my hypocritical fiend;
you're still such a sweet thing.

~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 16th of March 2022.
Written 12th of March 2020.
acacia Dec 2021
I love when he takes
me that way
when he wants me so much
that he feels he needs
me right then
right there
right now
yes, him
only him

I lay on the
bed naked and vulnerable
on my back and my petals
bloom in front of him
right then
right there
right now
yes, him
only him

I watch him as he
is a god in this way
the only time
I will ever say such a thing
about a man who is so
beautiful as him
his lips, his eyes
the way he stares
he takes me with his eyes
before his hands

put me on to your
privates, look at my pretty ****
do you see how dark she is?
fall into my night
fall into my dark night
let me be your healing
I can be real bad -- a bad little girl --
it will be good, let me, come on daddy,
be bad and keep you in me
so that you can be submerged
in me, together, we melt
into each other

we move together
my hips moving up
your body thrusts
and drives into me
I wear your sweat
you call me your angel

hot ribbons fill my womb
sweet nectar flows around your phallus
fall into me
I catch you
Ahmad Attr Nov 2021
I can oar your boat
I can feed you my flesh
And if you ask
I’ll give it my best
To carry your life
Any time, Any hour you call
I’ll be beside you
To be your power

But if you kiss me
And throw me over a bed
I’ll just lie there static
Dead
This beautiful wedding bed
Will be the grave of me
Don’t be put off by my lack of motion
You can peel open my skin, I won’t show any emotion
Bend me, twist me, crush me
I’m your doll
Conquer me; power, control
Take it all

I can be your wind
Billowing your wings
And if you ask
I’ll give it my best
To carry your life
Any time, Any hour you call
If you want to taste the might
I’ll be your lifeless little doll
Ahmad Attr Nov 2021
I was being crushed underneath him
My small body strangled by his tongue
He swallowed my face,
I tasted his breaths
He feasted on me,
I tasted his teeth
He was feeding on me,

And I let him in
I was locked in a cage
With the monsters inside
They came in
They devoured me
They went out
Each time leaving me more emptier than before

So I thought maybe one day they’ll love me
But they didn’t
They only drained their frustrations inside me
Filling my guts with poison
That still aches every muscle in my body


But when I tell anybody
it all falls down to my fault
I let them in
I asked for it
I fed the wolves
Ahmad Attr Nov 2021
Suddenly I am drenched in sweat
She carried me here
Holding me in her arms
An Unripe berry in her bed
Now I stare at her
Crying in front of the mirror
Naked
Fearing for what she has done
She wishes she could undo it but she cannot

Suddenly I’m drenched in perfumes
The pink room is hot
What happened here?
An unripe berry in her bed
I don’t remember a lot
She stands in front of mirror
Naked
She slowly slithers out, leaving me alone
I feel disgusted
Trigger warning
acacia Oct 2021
relational nightmare yet vague dream of a greenless dayless slumber: night time jack with wood sprawled between his toes: four eyes and mounds of almonds for teeth, yet similar to a burly real husk-man, he stayed inside for the night: camping gear yet no shiny pearls or watch, just his axe and lovely jewels with kind eyes and brimming toothy-sandstone smile — candy man simmering in astral cream, related back to me and my angels as he waves at me like a sunny day, bringing forth the sun vignetted trees and leaves: waves of autumn and spring sprushing by us all from his slick finger. sounds hissing from his mouth and he wills his body to change with his mind, yellow construction and a **** of his teeth. fire spouts from the hole he made and he blows upon life to enforce its behavior: like its shape, he takes forth the sun as a present to the man-fire and bakes it in the earthenware cast. forgiven, again, once more for the hand rolling nature; he sweats yet wipes it off with the sand upon the ground. a towel blanket he’s made out of chimes, bells, whistles, and tones. cycling sounds produces a color of slight orange tinged with yellowish trinkets: makes my ******* cause a flurry, a flustered sight between my buttocks and the flabbergasted nature of this man. he paws and gropes at the brown fat mass upon my back side, beard full and beard sprung, playing and kicking my buttocks as if it was his toy and for this moment I loved to be this toy for him: wet creamery slides down from in between my thighs, a view from the front reveals the lowercase “w” shaped hanging buttocks cheeks I have, large and full, now in his slender vainglorious hands: surprised at the texture of my meat and surprised at his enjoyment of my derrière. the jiggling flesh bounces in his palms and my thighs and waist become his. my froth leaks from me and my roundabout teats become hardwired and ready to socket. the plump globes lift from my chest, and before he takes them in his hands, his anterior is now glued to my posterior: screams of songs delightfully escaped my mouth, rescued by his joyous moans that catches mine in the air: frivolous fribjous day! this man takes my chest, as they are his pearls, takes what is his, gropes and squeezes and pushes hope into my large milk-swollen teats: picking at my rock *******, thrusting his extended ***** boneless member into the soft slivet between my juicy ebony cheeks: his fair hands squeeze, pull, press, takes; his hips ******, rub, grind, and gives. his slender hips engulfed within the creamy huge flesh of my buttocks and his pink lips attach and **** to my dark neck: he takes me!  I push myself back, leading our bodies myself to the couch beneath him, our bodies stretched backwards and now my head rests on his shoulder, my ******* lifted and pointed in the air with his hands stuck onto my round dewdrops on my chest, and his hard fleshy pink man sliding into my wet hot ebony crevice: deititious nectar oozes from us both, slides and thrusts and our bodies dancing on one another: I bounce on top of him, my pillowy large buttocks slapping against his crotch and his regal hands cup my ******* that jiggle and bounce against his palms: my moans synchronize to the thump, slap, slap, thump of his strong pelvis pressing against my large buttocks as he lodges his thick and large ***** inside of my soft, blossomed flower: he forgets where he begins and I end as we merge into this melody of body, moans, and my head turns to his to kiss and our tongues entangle and move over each other’s bumpy wet soft surfaces: pink upon pink. his soft fair hands move to my waist while my tongue explores his mouth, moving my body up and down faster and slamming himself into me harder and harder: hitting me, my sweet ******* area, until my pinky ****** love clasps and spasms tightly around him, my goddess flower clamping tightly onto his god stem, only releasing her yonic juices that have filled the rivers, seas, and oceans; he fills me with his *****: his seed that has created trees, fruit, mountains — together we have made life, we have made the universe.
Ahmad Attr Aug 2021
The water drops slowly and plinks
The pendulum sways and echoes
Through the rustling leaves, the birds sing
Lock the room, take out my phone, and view photos
The ones I took of you
You look so pretty when you think nobody’s looking
Caught in the moment, uncovered by the clothes
There’s so much skin to see
Where should I start? Where should I look?
Your chest or your sinewy abdomen?
Or your well-fed legs?
Forever captured undressed
You pretty lashes seaming your closed eyes, sleeping
I’m in rapture, watching you dream
Don’t mind me, I’m just taking a peak
It’s just between you and me
Soon the sounds of my palm
Begin to get louder than the flowing water
My breathing couples up with whimpering
A built up for crescendo in my head
And in my body
My bed pulls me tighter as I sweat
You look so good in this photo
You look so good
So good
You
You
You, you, you, you
y-
……
……
……


I’m so ****** up.....
A guilty ******
p.s: this is fiction, i don't condone such actions
Lisa Stegeman Jul 2021
In my memory you’ll always be
that beautiful girl in my art class, long hair and
big eyes like a watercolor painting
etched by the gods into a perfect little form—
A marble sculpture in my brain. I can’t
forget the smell of your shampoo;
The hair care aisle of Target is haunted now. I can’t
taste strawberry wine without thinking of your lips on mine,
my mouth on your breast,
your face on my *****,
your heart in my hand.
You were a shooting star to me, quick and beautiful but never meant to last.
NSFW 18+
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