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Réne Curtis Oct 1
Kiss me slow
You kiss my soul
Let the feeling linger
You have me
Wrapped around your finger
Twisted in your love
Rolled up in your attention
Don't you feel
The chemistry, the tension
I can't hold it back
Like an elastic band
It goes snap !
My love for you
Just saying...
Let kiss you
Touch you
Lick you
**** on your *******
And ****
As I do my work my ****
Dance on to you
Make you ***
Or get hard
Are you enjoying it as much as
I am
Sweetie.
Aa Harvey Sep 25
Kiss me twice


I saw you rocking on a Saturday night.
I fell in love with a beauty wrapped inside a light,
That snaked its way over your body.
Scream aloud.  I need to love somebody,
So I can appear in front of your eyes.
Devil dancing, under multi-coloured lights, at night.


Raise my soul up to newer heights and let me get lost inside,
Of the sound of your heart as it eternally sighs.
I love you in this moment in time.
Fire heart needs a soulful cry of delight
And a kiss that remains electrified,
As I move my fingers down your spine,
Pressing all the right digits in all the right places.
Forget all of the other faces.
We are alone in this moment in time.
Kiss me twice in case it doesn’t immediately hit you right.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Poetic T Aug 31
Sticky pips coated,
    Groping this Apple

No biting only licking

     Teasing her with

My tongue..
Cné Aug 12
I’m learning to become adept
at not looking at everything
through a microscope in depth
embracing the moment
when my body sings
the praises of his silken touch
his charms and wicked demands
knowing full well that insomuch
I’m wearing his words as pearls
which is exactly how I like it
Mitch Prax Jul 23
The lust you feel
is nothing more than
the need for physical validation
that you are still desirable
to replace the emotional
rejection of being
unlovable.
Maria Etre Jul 7
“(Go)rgeous morning sunrise”
between (t)he m(o)untains
glittering (the) dusty pollen
(la)mi(n)ating her gol(d)en hair
“**** woman for teenage boys”
rich with magic and gilded with lust
(where poetry is you and me).
Poetic T Jul 3
She wore a tiara
           of pearls

        dripping from
her forehead.

As one fell on her tongue,
   She licked  her lips..

Tastes like love...
He
paints my wings black,
in forbidden pleasures.

When his horns run along,
my fantasies are made real.

Piercing my skin,
he penetrates purity.
Inside of me melts down,
my body ignites,
cremated and relieved,
to the death of an angel.
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