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Rae Apr 2018
What a beautiful rush
I can’t get enough
He is my addiction, just one last puff
He sees right through me he calls my bluff


I’m lost in his eyes
Legs wrapped around his thighs
The ecstasy takes hold
Every inch burns with passionate love  uncontrolled
Her lips part as a moan tells of her innocence demise

Unsafe? Unwise? This may be true I surmise
His touch his breath down my neck tantalise
Such an immense pleasure to behold
My body trembles my heart unfolds
His lust like tendrils of fire and I’m entangled in his ties

One ****** deeper and bliss is culminating
Heart racing, heaven illuminating
Satisfaction intoxicating suffocating
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
dah dah dah dah

see you in the morning sunlight
see you naked by the door
saw you last night in the moonlight
you're the one yes i adore

doesn't matter who calls who babe
even if there's such thing more
dreaming of you in the moonlight
only till i see you more

dah dah dah dah
dah dah dah dah

no place else to go my sweet love
now's enough for me and you
call it freedom of the soul love
sweetest love just me and you

doesn't have to last forever
here and now is us happy
whatever's left of our pleasure
a piece of heaven for us seen

dah dah dah dah
dah dah dah dah
new
Bryce Apr 2018
Awake to a strange bugging nag
A tick of thought nestled between
The dripping seconds that sway my fate
And thus, the world-- for men we stay

I crawl to silent rocky planes
endeared to noting but silicates
with blood I christen their timeless face
With this flesh of mortal deviate

And soon my bones will give you pause,
my blood will pool,
my skin pale, taught and gauze

yet where you stay, alone from life,
my soul will rise

To endless light

To end this night
Danielle Apr 2018
Dreams

Distorted

Jointed

Cruel

Pleasurable

In the

Extreme
Went through a phase where I liked to the form of the poem in relatively straight lines. I like this one because it's almost just one word per line, but still packs a punch.
Asonna Apr 2018
Say Love
Easy Love
Mad Love
Wild Love.

We are the ones
In the morning
All stars
Let it go.

If this is it
I need something
Too high
Off she goes.

Beautiful Trauma
Lips on you
**** ***** love
Thick skin
Give it up.

Consume
Crazy
Fever
Scars
Silence speaks
Feel it still.

Would you be so kind
That's what I like
True
I like me better
Can it be you?

Out of the woods
Chivalry is dead
Hold me down
I think I love you.
Connor Mar 2018
They mustn't hear the
Pleasurable sounds your
Partner is making.

They surely would lose
Their appetite.

Though why, you know not.
Big mood
Kim Essary Mar 2018
The heat intense like your body basking in the sun, sweat forming tear drop shapes,  rolling in slow motion as it finds it's destination .
I try to look away but my mind being held hostage,   my insides  burning and begging to be touched.
Heart beats growing rapid raging fire deep inside.
Oh my God you haven't touched me physically but your sexiness is ****** my mind.
Teasing and taunting mind blowing as I glare at you beginning to touch yourself.
Melting my sensation, from a purring kitten my transformation out of control,  watching the pleasure on your face as your hips begin to run wildly in sequence with every ****** of your hand , I'm losing control. My inner beast can't take anymore,  As I straddle your face my fingers spreading my wet folds , your tongue dancing inside me, my vision becomes blurred my hips lock as the contractions pump wildly releasing  the juice of my fruit. My body so limp from the intense release as you turn me over like a rag doll and guide yourself inside of me. Your sweat now like the rapids running down stream chasing a waterfall, the hot wet friction between my thighs as my nails scream pleasure down the skin of your back as you burst sensation both pain and pleasure inside of me   our breath of hard labor and bodies immobile, after hot passionate love making leaves us exhausted
Some people find the discussion of *** and passion inappropriate I find it very arousing and invigorating to speak freely the ability our bodies have to give us such pleasure
Meg Howell Mar 2018
The toils of my hands,
The marks of my work,
I’m meant to find pleasure in these

Solomon’s words,
Gentle and stern,
Have genuinly provoked me
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