The way her body pulls me in,
a velvet vice, where we begin,
heat rising fast, I lose control,
her depths consume my very soul.

Each pulse, each throb, a final plea,
to fill her with all that’s left of me,
a flood of fire, molten, wild,
claiming her like Earth claims the Nile.

Her thighs, a canvas, streaked and wet,
our lust’s reminder, can’t forget,
the trails we leave, the mess we make,
the way she trembles, the way we quake.

She moves, and every step’s a tease,
her warmth, my mark, between her knees,
she holds me there, a living shrine,
to moments shared, her body mine.

And when she whispers, low and true,
"I’m still yours, I feel it too,"
the world dissolves, just her and me,
lost in the tide of ecstasy.

Emily, Emily, called back,
But not set free,
By those who worship
and study thee!

Summers see the young ones
Gather on your lonely grave.
Kissing with immortal tongues,
To desire they are slaves;

But you forgive them blithely,
tell them to proceed,
In your name and memory,
The one thing you knew not was greed.

-Sharon Talbot

Listen,
poems read
differently
when you're close to the poet

Listen,
run your hands
across my pages
caress the dents
feel the depth in some
and the lightness in others

Listen,
come closer
place your ear
on my papers
listen to the waltz
my pencils do
with every
stride, every curve

no, i was not a poet then
because i glazed upon my skin
and saw it as paper i could easily cut.

no, i was also not an artist then
because i painted over my scars,
hoping to become a work of art.

yet, i bear the title of a poet
and wear the badge of an artist,
for indeed, i am a poet and an artist,
but far from the spectrum that society
has manipulated and stapled into your head.

therefore, i'm only human-
one that has always been a work of art,
and a luscious garden of poetry at heart.
i am simply a nuclear fusion
of calmness and chaos,
with a spark of uniqueness.

@boonthemoonluv

No teasing, no wait, just pure delight,
I take him in, my mouth grips tight.
My tongue glides slow, tracing his head,
Feeling him throb as my hunger’s fed.

The taste of him lingers, salty and raw,
My lips move steady, without a flaw.
Up and down, two strokes in a row,
My hands explore him, my passion on show.

I stroke his shaft, cradle his need,
******* him deep, fulfilling his greed.
His moans grow louder, his breath a cry,
His hips buck wildly, reaching the sky.

Wanting, needing, his control is gone,
I take him deeper, until he’s undone.

His tongue moves slow, with a purpose so sweet,
Circling her pearl, where desire and heat meet.
Inhales her scent, her arousal laid bare,
Each stroke of his tongue is a lover’s affair.

Every flick, every taste, ignites her, to invite in inside,
A symphony of pleasure and desire waiting to collide.

His tongue moves slow, deliberate tease,
Circling her, savoring the scent with please.
A flick, a taste, my arousal’s heat,
His mouth, her ****, a rhythmic treat.

Up and down in a steady flow,
Two strokes a second, driving her low.
Her swollen lips throb, each flick divine,
Every touch claiming this body as his.

No prelude, no tease, just raw need,
A hungry mouth taking the lead.
In the back seat, where secrets abide,
Of the Uber's dark, wild carnival ride.

My skirt pushed up with a hurried hand,
No ******* to slow his fervent demand.
My thick *****, spread wide apart,
Exposing the pearl that quickens my heart.

His tongue descends, deliberate, slow,
Circling the heat where my arousal flows.
A steady rhythm, two strokes in time,
Each flick sending shivers up my spine.

My swollen lips throb, pulsing, alive,
His every touch makes my senses dive.
The tension builds, I feel it rise,
As his tongue tastes deeper, igniting my cries.

Three thick fingers, filling me tight,
Driving me wild in the shadowed night.
Back to my ****, his mouth relentless,
Licking and *******, leaving me defenseless.

I’m wet, I’m ready, my body ablaze,
Lost in the haze of his carnal craze.
Licking, licking, with passion unbound,
In this moment of bliss, only pleasure is found.

A finger teases, a slow delight,
Exploring my depths in the shadowed night.
It slides in gently, a wicked play,
Halfway in, it takes my breath away.

I’m trembling, aching, pleading to feel,
The heat inside me, raw and real.
My hips rebel in a desperate ride,
Fighting the wave, yet I open wide.

His tongue is sinful, a lover's art,
Sending sparks that ignite my heart.
I’m moaning, groaning, lost in his hold,
Surrendering fully, my body bold.

Pleasure crashes, a tidal wave,
Each peak higher, I’m enslaved.
My toes curl tight, my ******* rise,
Hard as ice, under his skies.

My ***** clenches, his fingers flee,
A flood of release, I’m finally free.
The seat beneath, soaked in my bliss,
A testament to this carnal kiss.

In the shadows of night, where secrets thrive,
Our bodies collide, electric, alive.
He grips my hips, his touch like fire,
A hunger unleashed, raw desire.

He spreads me wide, his **** pressed near,
The ache of his size, both thrill and fear.
Slowly he enters, my breath catches tight,
Then deeper he thrusts, consuming the night.

Gentle at first, then harder he goes,
Our passion explodes as his rhythm flows.
My moans fill the air, my nails in his skin,
Each stroke pulling me deeper within.

His body tenses, then a groan so deep,
As he claims my depths, I shudder and weep.
The pleasure cascades, my senses ignite,
Lost in the heat of our fevered night.

He pulls out slow, still thick, still slick,
The taste of our lust, warm and thick.
I take him in, my lips embrace,
Cleaning his length with a sensual grace.

In the quiet car, our breaths entwined,
A secret shared, two souls aligned.
The ride of the night, our passion untamed,
Forever remembered, though never named.