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Keep your feet Grounded, girl— Stay present. Rock in the River, right? Things may change. That's okay. The future's Never late.
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Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 9:34 PM UTC
Nascent Amor
We kept Whispering Our Desires, beneath the Sheets of White Satin. Our Kisses kept pouring and their Words were in Latin. Our Feelings, Calmly and Gently, were moaning in Pleasure. That's When Our Hands arrived, at the spot they most Treasured. With My Lips I went Humming, around Her precious Spot. With both Her Hands, She Worshipped what She Got. Like an Amorous Knight, I went riding Her Post. After Our Sessions ended, I raised Her, a Champagne Toast.
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Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 7:49 AM UTC
I raised Her, a Champagne Toast
The Secret of Her Clothes by Michael R. Burch The secret of her clothes is that they whisper a little mysteriously of things unseen in the language of nylon and cotton, so that when she walks to her amorous drawers to rummage among the embroidered hearts and rumors of pastel slips for a white wisp of Victorian lace, the delicate rustle of fabric on fabric, the slightest whisper of telltale static, electrifies me. Published by Erosha, Velvet Avalanche (Anthology) and Poetry Life & Times Keywords/Tags: clothes, lingerie, nylon, cotton, amorous, drawers, slips, lace, static, electricity, mystery, mysterious
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
The Secret of Her Clothes
I lay there silent, beneath the soil, A seed awaiting your sweet shower, And in you came with moist and succour, To shape my love into a flower... (C) [email protected] 2019
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
Fruition
An amorous robot asked her out for a date. One 'inappropriate touch ' by him, No doubt, would have sent her up in smoke. Yet, avoiding the danger of  war with humanoids For spurning one of their kind, was Uppermost in her mind: she thoughtfully gave the nod!
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
Avoidence of disaster in matters of love
My wife is colour red, With two prominent elements, Anger and Love. When I want to spice our life, I stir a lot of anger in her, She explodes,"BOOM!" Out vents her pent up emotions, I hold onto her outbursts, For with patience you get a reward. When she calms down she is a dove, A sweet rose, Sorry, Placid, Amorous towards me. We make up, Candle light dinner, Soft music, And a lovely,romantic and cosy night.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Colour Red
I float in a dream, Full of rain’s amorous sighs; In fecund earth’s hugs!
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Rain makes love to earth
*The sky is falling                        with the New Moon’s rising tide                        Amorous emotions are flailing                        with rhapsody’s flooding desires A fleshy sigh exhaled the hot breath of carnal tensions; the heat of a lightheaded fever, arouses flushing skin, igniting a yearning to savor the bouquet of love’s sensual coquettish dreams                        Inraptured teases and tantalizes                        anticipation’s lucid sensations                        So close and yet so far away ,                        as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight                        were at the tip of fingers touch ,                        from arm’s length away Savoring the input from all the heightened senses Overwhelmed by a feeling like being wrapped in a dream , choosing not to listen to sanities' useless reality                        Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -                        to the verve of blissful mercy                        Only while waking up,                        embracing the thoughts                        of passionate release,                        do I feel the poignant pang                        of my heart's song longing to fade into you …                         "dance me to the end of love"* wilder
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Waiting to Awaken In a Dream ...(sensual)
*The sky is falling                        with the New Moon’s rising tide                        Amorous emotions are flailing                        with rhapsody’s flooding desires A fleshy sigh exhaled the hot breath of carnal tensions; the heat of a lightheaded fever, arouses flushing skin, igniting a yearning to savor the bouquet of love’s sensual coquettish dreams                        Inraptured teases and tantalizes                        anticipation’s lucid sensations                        So close and yet so far away ,                        as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight                        were at the tip of fingers touch ,                        from arm’s length away Savoring the input from all the heightened senses Overwhelmed by a feeling like being wrapped in a dream , choosing not to listen to sanities' useless reality                        Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -                        to the verve of blissful mercy                        Only while waking up,                        embracing the thoughts                        of passionate release,                        do I feel the poignant pang                        of my heart's song longing to fade into you …                         "dance me to the end of love"* wilder
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The panther's blazing eyes scrutinize, stare at him with an ambiguous interest, her rough tongue licks him clean when amorous longings finally ebb.
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Deep in the panther's heart
She cooks her dishes with such panache and zest, as if both are  two new  dishes for me to taste, her dainty waist, arrested my eyes, then the mind ****** thunder thighs, all I want is to stick to her all over like curry paste.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
This cook is more dainty than the dish
Arms that rested on her wide hips I miss her 'grape-ulent'  lips How onto me she tightly clung While my harmonic mp3s sung The walk by nature's green Moments we dared to dream She sung alongside Dido Oh gosh, the "Darling" title How occupied she kept us Cut my wings,back down to earth For all that's happened was worth I miss placing my arms on her *** And towing her close to my body I miss her soft grip on my "daddy " The look in her eyes when in control I miss ******* her glorous beach umbrellas How she ardently put off the lights I miss the many long and busy nights Freezing and so I miss her furry furnace I miss the soft moans of pleasure She was an undisputed treasure I long to drink again from her chalice I miss the tear filled hazels of lust Thighs like tectonic plates in Earth's crust I miss being trapped by those stalactites Her harmless but arousing  love bites I miss having her thrilling ride My body would yield and abide Her little laugh when things got real hot My rock hard cable in her USB port I miss the warm cool of her wetness The milking machine greatness I miss how whispers talked Till late after we'd ****** I miss diving alength I miss losing strength
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
THE MILKING MACHINE
The most elegantly turned out beast                                    that in two legs roams in my part of urban forest, with such impeccable taste and a heart                                   brimming with prurient thoughts, transmitted with the beat of brows, two bows,cannot be any other;                                    I am in a poetic elation, at this moment of thunder strike in my center of amour, as I watch your                                   rambunctious locomotion, intently from behind.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
Gait analysis
*Amorous play Heightened senses Lover’s in rhythm Thrilling chase Entwined heart Awakened passions Fervent tango Delicate moves Love’s Aroma Exhilarating feelings Lover’s at play*
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
Lover's Game