All energy comes from the same well
every whim wrought
whims not
while sitting on a fiery throne
or cast out onto frosted stone
buy or sell
It's drawn from the same well
loss
gain
pleasure
pain
close your eyes
what color is it?

I get that beef fat and butter
in this day and age are a sin
and contribute to the decline
of myself and this earth

But, my lords and ladies,
I am weak
and beholden to the
grease shined smile
on stuffed chops
as my euphemistic dad ***
becomes ever more so,
ballooning to a middle age where
there be dragons

I plead mercy,
and perhaps some ice cream

My eyes slyly asked yours for a breeze
But your lips quickly gifted a tornado.
Uprooted, with you  I flew across like a bird,
To an island where your sharpend  nails,
Etched murals on love going sweetly violent,
On every inch, making the pain pleasurable,
All over the canvas of my down turned body.

Detesting authority isn't in the background service for pleasure. But for authority to simply detest it's own offer at a newer starter development. Then it should have taken that very chance at not becoming more detesting of itself. Unless the authority is being too harsh onto it's own background service for pleasure. Exceeding boundaries where none were ever supposed to have surpassed!

I first scoped your ***

the glare of a gaze

moving up your chest

so clear, my thoughts could touch your *******.

My heart pulsated

as with rhythmic muse

like a sonata created

within shades of midnight blue.

The appeal of your pose

enticing, like fire red diamonds

you burn my soul

giving me new strange desires.

Your lust of naked pipe dreams

henna in your hair

touched by falling sunbeams

how it flared.

I stared, resistless

like a moth burned by light

your hips paralyzed me

at first sight.

I'm caught in a haze

your beauty with complexity

got me caressing you, finessing you

out of your satin white *******.

Your naval exposed in this place

and from the heat you perspire

sultry, exotic of taste

as I take you ever so higher.

**** in your own right

from head to toe

beautiful, everything fine

you should know-

you move me like strong ****

floating, intoxicated, choking

on the pearl of your seas

the dynamics, motion, dreams.

Your lips are of honey

tantalizing my mind

and your walk is all to me something

when you come by.

Silver moons at your feet

as I penetrate your garden

potent, you reek

the scent of aromatic blossoms.

Digging deep between your thighs

I can make lava flow

seismic reactions

till your soul rise.

I can bring you to ******

in this *** love, wet

****** positions

till ******* your brain affects.

Let me explore your mind

the distance to the size

till fluid flows down your legs

like the Niagara Falls.

I'll make you weak,

your body hot

like saffron... take flight

as I lick your thighs tonight.

Your ******* turgid

like grapes from the vine

I can be your dream lover

and each emotion define.

In the ****

me and you

foreplay on your *******

as ****** movements come in rhythms.

Do you feel me

I can see us clearly

me bouncing your pretty ***

in the moonlight.

Every deep stroke

poetry I wrote

pushing with intensity

till you moan.

This passion is strong

in and out till dawn

all around till you ***

call my name thereof.

You're fine, no lie

your form inviting

I can't stop writing

these seductive lines.

Your fingers outline my chest

the strength, virility

your submission demands

with each caress.

She is of regal beauty

Nefertiti of sunlight shades

and nights of seduction

only perfects her way.

I touched myself to the thought of you last night.
And, God,
It felt so ******* good.

The thought of you above me,
Hand around my throat,
With your teeth clashing into mine.

It felt so *****.

Our spit and other ****** fluids mixing and creating the chemical reaction for love.

I could hear your voice edging me on.
‘Go faster, you ****.’,
‘I know you want me to make a mess of your innocence.’,
I can still hear the echoes of the filthy and twisted fantasies we have.

My fingers spin the most intricate and intense shapes over and over again.
In hopes of merely grazing the ******.

I can feel you,
Pulling my hair,
Digging your nails into me,
And slapping me senseless.

Everyone must think we’re sick—
But I don’t care.

I need you,
I need to ***,
I need you like never before.

If this is the image of true love,
Me with my hand down my *******,
Head thrown back,
Back arched,
And sputtering gasps of “Yes, Sir.”

Then this is a fairytale.

Growing wetter and wetter,
I’m soaking through my moans of pleasure.
Closer and closer,
I’ve almost reached the end.

With a happily ever after
You growl into me animalistically.
You spread me open to lap up each and every last drop.
You look at me—
You smile.

“Who’s a good girl?.”

Wow!