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Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Within the nook of a dell,
a good distance
from obloquy
and inhibition,
floating on water,
listening to birdsong
descend down
the stream
of a musical scale.
Don’t need to believe
or even consent to
any critique,
any look-see,
you are free and light
on the surface,
buoyant and supple
beneath.

Languid movements,
reminiscent
of a weir,
cascade
and trickle,
springing forth
to orchestrate an overture.
This feeling is
beatific,
euphoric,
the moment one of
nonpareil,
bijou,
objet d’art,
and these transports
are yours only
to involuntarily
succumb to and relive:

Rhythmic waves
quivering
upon your shore,
as your limbs and spine camber.
It’s no wonder
you often lift
your voice in song.
CandidlySubtle Nov 2019
I’m swimming in a sea of warmth,
Waves that rub along my skin like silk,
Each wave a push and pull,
Of muscles being massaged,
Relaxing and softening,
With each wave that splashes,
Sends tingles vibrating through,
They rush through as I gasp for air,
And I breathe into this sea of warmth,
And I taste all of its salt,
Prickling and tickling my tongue,
And with one final wave,
I disappear and surrender into this sea of warmth.
neth jones Nov 2019
tup
fluent ; we thutch and spear

sensation comes ; world and sphere

clutch cold after swell
Anti Haiku
hazem al jaber Sep 2019
Magical ****** ..


just breathe now ...
breathe so deep ...
until you get a warm ...
warm air so deep ...
from inside ...

breathe sweetheart ...
to feel me well...
as i do now ...
yell with a longs yells ...
to get the desires ...
that we both need...
yes we need ..
really both need ...

just breathe ...
feel me ...
inside ...
as the air ...
which you hold inside ...
feel me ...
as i'm touching you now ...

breathe with no stop ...
in and out ...
imagine me ...
while you dancing now ...
into your desiring bed ...
as we both so close ...
making that great love ...

breathe me now ...
and ask me to do ...
to get close to you ...
to start our morning love ...
while we both feel both ...
so deep inside ...

breathe a hot breathes ...
and call me now ...
to be there ...
into your desires ...
so deep ...
until you get ...
the ****** ...
together both ...
in a same time ...

breathe more sweetheart ...
with no stop ...
even after you get ...
that ****** ...
keep asking me for more ...
don't get shy nor shame ...
it's our love ...
our magical morning ...
that we used to do ...
to get our happiness ...
while we feel both ...
our magical ****** ..
with no shame  ...

sweetheart mine ...
sorry to be that greedy ...
greedy poet ...
so ...
forgive me sweet lady mine ...
i feel so greedy more to you now ...
and i feel you on my lap ...
forgive me sweetheart ...
to get you on me ...
and to make love ...
with you now  ...
forgive me ...
sweet angel mine ...
it's the love ...
which i dream always ...
to get only with you ...
to get both ...
our own love ...
and our magical ****** ..

hazem al ..
Noa Adler Jul 2019
It slithers,
Slowly,
From the tips of your toes,
This vibration,
From the tips of your fingers,
This stretch,
To your shins,
This tickle,
To your arms,
This sensation,
To your knees,
This energy,
To your shoulders,
This shake,
To your thighs,
This chill,
To your chest,
This awakening,
To your hips,
This Caress,
To your stomach,
This explosion,
In your core.
Àŧùl Jul 2019
We are getting married one day,
The next night we shall make love,
You will be my dear peahen darling,
And oh! Only I shall be your peacock,
We shall ****** each other lovingly,
Your dam will be breached when,
Steamy love is made standing...

We would take a bath together,
My hands will be on your peaks,
Your hands'll be on my shoulder,
Getting closer we'll just get bolder,
The lovehole'll swallow lovepole,
Our rhythm'll get much harder,
'Oh yes baby!' So we both cry!!!

In the end, both of us attain *******.
I promise to help you to ****** each time we have *** in future.

Related to a largely ignored aspect of equality.

My HP Poem #1751
©Atul Kaushal
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 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 2019
Limbs overlap and our souls tangle in an  
   unimaginable infinity
Your ragged breath overtakes my whispered    
   sighs
I can no longer decipher where you end and I  
  begin
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 2019
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 lust
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.
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