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April 7 2019


I yearn
She warns

Lost away
Tucked inside
In her i hide
I play
I slide

She laughs
She cries
She learns
Its fine

Time in
Time out
Breathe in
Whisper. Dont shout

I blow in her ear
She holds me near
"Here here"
So much fun. So sincere

Tickled pink
From within
Just a wink

But what a spin

Magic fingers
Toys are magic too

I feel *****..... Time for a shower
- _ -
You're somewhere between a sneeze and an ******.
A breath of fresh air, and clear nostrils after you've been sick.
The sunrise, and it's set.
You are bright mornings, and the full moon whilst blanketed by Venus, Mars, and all their siblings.
Somewhere linking here and there, I've found you.
Between love and hate, I keep you.
Did I leave, Or had you left?
I wonder how you remain and yet, never stayed.
Among my expectations and disappointments, I'm empty and full.
Full of imaginings, empty of chances.
Full of love, and grief,
Empty of myself.
Taken by time,
And her elegant thief.
This kinda ***** and says nothing,(?) but I also ******* like it so. W.e
Abi Mar 29
Limbs overlap and our souls tangle in an  
   unimaginable infinity
Your ragged breath overtakes my whispered    
I can no longer decipher where you end and I  
We lay in clouds of euphoria
Basking in the miraculous presence of an
                unknown God and an inevitable death
I am barely aware of the hours passing while your fingertips trace the beauty you interpret as
    my pale skin

Who could have foreseen this tantalizing joining
    of flesh
Neither you nor I seem to care as we rest in the
    other's glorious embrace
We were inseparable in that moment
Ben Johnson Jan 29
Eternity - like the curves of the springs in the mattress
Working together being compressed only to expand
Your breath quickens
I pound relentlessly
With only one goal, writhing ****** in thought, body, soul.

As the orchestra of sound
comes together
mattress - eee errr, eee errr, eee errr
Headboard to wall,
Wet smacking of my pelvis
to your swollen lips
Grunting, moaning, all increasing in tempo and crescendo
Oh God Yes!
Michael King Dec 2018
A sigh.
A smile.
A chuckle.

And then... contented guilt.

Oh to feel the pulsating vibrations once
again. The chaos of her fruit.  The ****
of her delight.

If only... nothing.

Her ripples led to destruction. Well, a fertile ending of all things good.

The cry in the night.
The tears of a girl.
The loneliness of desire.

For each wave of madness ended some
other pleasure. A glee long since regretted.

We called him Josh.
Youdont Needthis Dec 2018
You live in a cul de sac
Every house is built exactly the same
Just painted different
Some butter yellow and bright
Some a ripe tomato's skin

You don't know any of your neighbors
You don't know who lives right next to you
They have kids or something

The newspapers are kept in a locked safe in the middle of the neighborhood
You use your digital code to pluck one out
After walking outside in the hot summer sun
You return home
Read the headlines
And smoke *** in the dining room

It takes a little while to peak

The kids come home from school
The Wife's home from work

You're spinning
You have span
You hath spun

The dust of the angel
Has blessed you with wings

They sprint away for their lives
Your three kids and only wife

But you're too fast

First you chase down your youngest
Too young and weak to even have a chance at escape
You grab him by the ankles and split him apart with your bare hands

You're out the door and tearing across the asphalt
You hear their screams but no one else is outside
And no one cares to leave their house
The middle child is no where to be seen
But the oldest is hopping over the stucco brick walls

You follow
Lawns and patio furniture
Dogs and small swimming pools
Just frightening blurs
The oldest son trips over the knarled stump of a shrub
And once again you hold both ankles
His skin and bones part
His whole body gives way
And you're a rusty plow to the wet earth
You're the sharp sickle to the golden wheat

There's only one left
You can't even remember a middle child
Was there another child

The wife is just a sprint away
Holding ancient technology
A payphone
There shouldn't be any of those left

You dig your toes in
The rubber of your boots melts and reeks
Your wife's form bends in the burning heat
But now you're there
Face to face
And instead of the ankles
You're just staring into her eyes

You see a verdant land
Green with live growth
Covered in compost and fertilizer
Trash and feces

A beautiful
Wonderful land covered in **** waste
To flourish and bloom
To be bought and sold

You're holding her tight and sobbing
I'm scared
I'm so scared
I'm scared

She reaches in her pocket and withdraws her nine milimeter
She shoots you through the chest and your heart bursts
Your last thoughts are just drivel

The angels smile while they ruin your ******
Carter Ginter Oct 2018
Laying alone in my bed
******* in the dark
******* sending scathing ripples
Across my covered female anatomy
And yet in my mind I didn't see that
I pictured myself with women
Which I always attributed to
My hella ***** identity
Except I was never myself in the fantasies
My friend told me that's why I couldn't ******
Because I needed to make the thoughts
Much more personal than that
Yet it didn't feel the same
As watching the strangers in ****
In my fantasies, I wasn't me
But I also was
I felt synonymous with the person I saw
I imagined feeling what they felt
But they had a *****
I did not
I thought it was just a kink
I don't think that anymore
Christy Lei Oct 2018
Behind the thin screen, our fingers
gently touch, though unseen; the texture of his thumbs
prints with mine, leaving a trail of his
delicate genes; the heat at his fingertip
flows into my veins, climbing on my
both arms like soft summer vines. Paralysis,
parallel universe, paradise: I picked these
words for my feeling. While my friend’s mad, stop smiling
at your phone like an idiot!, she shouted at me
using ALL-CAPS, how rude—
he never used all-caps to me, a real
gentleman. Later, I told him I was addicted to
texting him, how dangerous, I looked up this
very symptom, and they said something cool about my
brain: the insatiable reward circuit in my
hypothalamus, dopamine molecules
jumping between my neurons, the uncertainty, the double
blind-folded ***, euphoric, warm, fuzzy—
basically like an ******, they concluded.
But I was forgetful, like any other drug addict, I threw
all the warnings and science into the air, and
we text, on and on,
our pores speak, our fluids fever,
our eyes flirt, our fingers glide—I never knew if
one day we would hit
the lethal dose, but it must be sweet to get high and
die holding hands by his side.
SomeOneElse Oct 2018
Thoughts of you tonight with me
Does fills me with such ecstacy.
You approach me in your robe
Your beauty i can't help but probe
In the hot tub we both sit
While I lean in for a long kiss
Your bikini i undress
Your ******* and ******* i caress
I'm kissing down your neck and chest
I can't ignore your perfect *******
I continue to move down
Until I hit your golden mound
As you start to spread your legs
My lips and tongue, for more you beg
After I have made you ***
I turn you round to have more fun
Spread your **** cheeks to the side
Then in your ******* my tongue slides
For your second *******
Your bottom i lovingly rim
Now it's time for the main course
As you beg me for *******
Our bodies are interlocked
While we make love around the clock
Faster slower in and out
As we continue to make out
After hours of all this fun
Our bodies both begin to ***
We both tremble in delight
While in my arms I hold you tight
I'm in heaven, so happy
With thoughts of you, tonight with me.
Just another ****** fantasy
Mel K Oct 2018
It's an endless sensation..every second I spend caressing your silk skin. Every reaction right up to the breath that leaves you fires me're a goddess and you spill your heart out on the sheets.

The way you shiver when we **** is the way my heart palpitates and I'd explode inside you countlessly if the consequence were non existent.
A love letter.
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