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#fantasizing
I had a dream of you last night A hot wet lustful dream Your naked body begged for me as mine was hard for you Your eyes sparkled in the light Your smile gave off a glow I couldn't take my eyes off you I wanted you so bad I held you in my arms real tight Never wanting to let go Your chest pressed up against my chest Our hearts beating as one I kissed you gently on the lips As i caressed your back Our lip now locked in an embrace As our wandering hands explore I start to kiss you on your neck Then slowly down your arm I kiss each of your fingers Then up your other arm I kiss down to your perfect breast then **** on each sweet ****** I lay you gently on the bed while kissing down you belly I can't resist your silky thighs While kissing every inch I kiss down your left leg Before ******* on your toes I kiss up your right leg And then your inner thighs You wrap both legs around me As I worship your ***** I kiss and lick and **** your **** As you moan lovingly I lift your thighs to kiss your *** I'm so intoxified After I've made you *** for me I insert my hard **** Our bodies locked in ebb and flow Until I just explode We hold each other tightly As we kiss til we pass out I wake up in a sticky mess To find it was a dream I had a dream of you last night One that I wish was real I often dream of you at night You are my perfect dream
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Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 7:07 AM UTC
I had a Dream of You Last Night
From working you get wounds ****** clothes in washing machines Then you sit beside and wait with spinning thoughts doing nothing but caress your skin and fantasize to do that together with whom and how and excitingly beautiful the wounds would heal and also, very gently with the nails scratching the scabs
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
****** clothes
clean sheets. warm bodies ***** ******* poking you as we reach the threshold of ecstasy. I am still. you’re shaking and the world goes black and I awaken
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
lust
In the midst of a summer day, With the sun gleaming golden brown I wake up to find a flickering ray, That interferes with my thinking crown. I'm sitting down on my bed, And travelling to far-off harbours I cannot think of anything else, But just the magical grandeurs. I've reached the Crow's shore of Ketterdam, And am sailing for Hogsmeade The Ferolind's joltingly reached Nottingham, And I'm not thinking of nothing else. The purple tulips, the marvellous castle, All shiny on a shining day The wind's whistles, the leave's rustle, All make me delightful on this day. The world seems so tiny, From up above the blue skies The Firebolt I'm now riding, Seems to supress the little lies I used to take in as a child. Suddenly everything's so harsh, I think I'm in the land of the White Witch I crave for Turkish Delight so hard, That I know not of the awaiting risk Into the dark castle, as the daughter of eve. I was so lost in the mysterious magical whirlwind, I think I've travelled far, but not even a mile When I open my eyes, I clearly see the still wind Of dust, crime and fraudulence all in a pile That tempts me to snivel for the fair play, Since I'm the lost girl and the world, a treacherous display.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
The Lost Girl
Welcome to the Off-show where reality never happens, An interim getaway from life's twists and thorns. A world of unfulfilled wishes and fable champions Here we are spoilt in opulence and celebrations. Mind wandering away to magical pleasures, Our form metamorphosed to toothsome figures. Heartbreakers resenting the day they broke up Relatives are now loudspeakers of our miraculous outcome. Soon reality returns and once again we are offstage To default conditions of dissatisfied offsprings. The squandered time and effort catches us off guard As false celebrations and goals are ruled out as offside. Our Off-show is but a self tragedy casting who we are not. An unattainable future if we don't embrace who are. Till we heal and dress the scars we might never shine as stars. When you embrace and empower yourself only then can you show off.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
The Off Show
My god, your beauty is bright I can see the halo radiating though the clouds at night my heart hastily pulsating whenever we're in the same room my eyes only gravitate towards you I recognize that lovely ambrosial perfume when you glance, my cheeks take a different hue I have immortalized you through my poems but I rather spend this mortal life basking in your lissome arms a drop of you cures all my strife I want you in the flesh instead of dreams but any thought of you is okay by me look how the moon thinly beams highlighting my idiosyncrasy You move my pen, dear and you don't even know it to you I owe this writing career and I am scared that I might blow it
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
A Poem About the Moon
I’m Me Simply leaving These two words Seems As if either denying Or insisting the fact Why Do I do what I do Is it because I have a fantasy complex and believe each thing I do Has some mysterious other purpose A careless Flick off he brush In actuality is a piece of a Masterpiece
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Delusion
If I told you that in the closet lived a whale Would you say that was a lie or tale? If you believed it And afterwards you feel naive then It's a lie because it was decieving But if we both know it's not true And I am amused and so are you Then we could call it a tale And together fantasize about the closet whale
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
A whale of a tale/lie
savory buttered golden, on sweet potato bread drips *make a figure eight on my thigh I wish you'd lick it off. I want to live in your eyes.* skirt pulled up to my chest but your phones gone dead.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
More, please
As I listened to the lapping of the gentle waves against the shore with the falling sky above my head my mind keeps wandering back to you, thinking how it would be like if it was just me and you
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
Me & You
the numbness in my hands is almost made up for by the clean, frosted air it's now that i think of you maybe tracing your skin uneven with the chill. or my touch. i don't mind that your hands are warm somewhere else you're mine where it counts
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
fantasy under the stars, in fall