#sexualattraction - Hello Poetry

When she saunters in a two piece bikini, without making any pug marks even on soft sand, "Which one color adds more firepower to her allure enhanced figure?" is a question never heard aloud, all the same,there hovers in the thick air, quite tangibly. Even with all the intimate knowledge on her at hand, it is still too difficult to suggest, as she moves with the deadly confidence of a sleek armored car, every one that appears on the line of fire along the 180 degree curve sure would go down, that's a daily occurrence. But if on a bikini in white she would be seen on the beach absolutely mysterious she looks the decision on this is unanimous! how does one know this? -a stunned silence every time happens is the clinching proof.

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Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC

k-balachandran

The mystery in a white bikini

When she saunters in a two piece bikini, without making any pug marks even on soft sand, "Which one color adds more firepower to her allure enhanced figure?" is a question never heard aloud, all the same,there hovers in the thick air, quite tangibly. Even with all the intimate knowledge on her at hand, it is still too difficult to suggest, as she moves with the deadly confidence of a sleek armored car, every one that appears on the line of fire along the 180 degree curve sure would go down, that's a daily occurrence. But if on a bikini in white she would be seen on the beach absolutely mysterious she looks the decision on this is unanimous! how does one know this? -a stunned silence every time happens is the clinching proof.

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I just ache to be touched by you still swimming in heat moist and quivering silently beneath soft black cotton but in those fear-mongering moments I can't move. Like a statue made of marble I ache to touch you but I end up sitting there cold and lifeless next to you on the bed thinking of a million ways in which to stroke you gently but all we can muster together is a few brushes of the hand a head resting on a shoulder a full-bodied tight squeezed hug an awkward cheek kiss and it's excruciatingly painful. So much tension that builds and builds and builds and builds never getting anywhere. I can feel it penting up in you too through engorged pupils shaking knocking knees fidgeting hands looks that aren't deadpan but open and raw and swelling. There are rises and dips moments of eclipse where you and I find comfort in each other's arms whether they be wrapped or resting whether they be hovering just hovering almost touching we were almost touching. Seeing your smile in the doorway as I left lanky frame in depth an ache I cannot escape warming the cockles of this here mongrel heart vast into infinity. What a funny little cuddle jamboree!

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC

sienna-luna

Cuddle Jamboree

I just ache to be touched by you still swimming in heat moist and quivering silently beneath soft black cotton but in those fear-mongering moments I can't move. Like a statue made of marble I ache to touch you but I end up sitting there cold and lifeless next to you on the bed thinking of a million ways in which to stroke you gently but all we can muster together is a few brushes of the hand a head resting on a shoulder a full-bodied tight squeezed hug an awkward cheek kiss and it's excruciatingly painful. So much tension that builds and builds and builds and builds never getting anywhere. I can feel it penting up in you too through engorged pupils shaking knocking knees fidgeting hands looks that aren't deadpan but open and raw and swelling. There are rises and dips moments of eclipse where you and I find comfort in each other's arms whether they be wrapped or resting whether they be hovering just hovering almost touching we were almost touching. Seeing your smile in the doorway as I left lanky frame in depth an ache I cannot escape warming the cockles of this here mongrel heart vast into infinity. What a funny little cuddle jamboree!

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Bubbles gone brighter, didn't know you could delight me so. I won't be pulling the plug because all I've got is this indescribable tug that seems to go and grow. Your energy is iridescent sparking off your gangly frame like cable cars rubbing against the corbel train. Mightier than all I could ever contemplate. Your rhythm to my rhyming is a taste I can't complain and all I want is to see you writhing hot and bothered blushing pink stark naked fully pining on my silver platter plate. So awakens your arousal eyes drenched black by hungry pupils I want your desires to match my own in strength until it seems you've flipped the switch and grasped the flight of fate.

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC

sienna-luna

The Flight of Fate

Bubbles gone brighter, didn't know you could delight me so. I won't be pulling the plug because all I've got is this indescribable tug that seems to go and grow. Your energy is iridescent sparking off your gangly frame like cable cars rubbing against the corbel train. Mightier than all I could ever contemplate. Your rhythm to my rhyming is a taste I can't complain and all I want is to see you writhing hot and bothered blushing pink stark naked fully pining on my silver platter plate. So awakens your arousal eyes drenched black by hungry pupils I want your desires to match my own in strength until it seems you've flipped the switch and grasped the flight of fate.

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wanting your arms around my torso squeezing and sleep deprived caused by fantasies of you late last night but i wish you'd wish lips like ours could touch again but better be smoother and slower and sweeter like Max & Sylvie and it could be delightful if only you'd make more time for me and it's painful to want you so much so visceral, so intensely that my want is grimy and slimy dragging my inner **** in sloppy circles cut to your exact shape and build if only, if only you knew how much i drooled underneath the covers last night, shrouded by hunger, blanketed by invigorating horniness a longing that never seems to go away whenever i'm around you and it's exhausting

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Feb 9, 2017

Feb 9, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC

sienna-luna

Exhausted by Default

wanting your arms around my torso squeezing and sleep deprived caused by fantasies of you late last night but i wish you'd wish lips like ours could touch again but better be smoother and slower and sweeter like Max & Sylvie and it could be delightful if only you'd make more time for me and it's painful to want you so much so visceral, so intensely that my want is grimy and slimy dragging my inner **** in sloppy circles cut to your exact shape and build if only, if only you knew how much i drooled underneath the covers last night, shrouded by hunger, blanketed by invigorating horniness a longing that never seems to go away whenever i'm around you and it's exhausting

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Pressed perfect leaflet papers printed in black-and-white. Squares of thin tree bark scattered on the table. Your warm, rough hands fitted in tight gloves. Your wide smile teeth like pearls all clustered nicely and I can't help but swell a bit inside admiring the twist of your lips and the flicks of your eyes with a nose that changes shape in the light. But it's not your face that intrigues but the ***** in between the space of skull called a brain which you use, delightfully so expansive and ever expanding. You have an eager fondness for learning and retaining information and it arouses me. Like the frailty of those printed papers my tenderness for you envelopes, caressing your knowledge like a streamline submarine diving through dark waters slippery and unafraid to get wet.

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Jan 24, 2017

Jan 24, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC

sienna-luna

Submarine Submersion

Pressed perfect leaflet papers printed in black-and-white. Squares of thin tree bark scattered on the table. Your warm, rough hands fitted in tight gloves. Your wide smile teeth like pearls all clustered nicely and I can't help but swell a bit inside admiring the twist of your lips and the flicks of your eyes with a nose that changes shape in the light. But it's not your face that intrigues but the ***** in between the space of skull called a brain which you use, delightfully so expansive and ever expanding. You have an eager fondness for learning and retaining information and it arouses me. Like the frailty of those printed papers my tenderness for you envelopes, caressing your knowledge like a streamline submarine diving through dark waters slippery and unafraid to get wet.

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Loads of bubble wrap piled behind and it crackles like how a stomach gets twisted on itself after eons of sleep decoding it's diaphragm to follow the blips and beeps and bleeps encrusted on trusting a tight gut reaction to wanting to touch you. But waiting is so difficult. Loads of suds creep up forming in cysts or scabs upon stomach encasings all slimy and orange inside with a stretchy cover all deep royal purple with dark pink veins coursing through it encoding the rapture of film recording while the lining inside gets all clammy with arousal secretly clenching this yearning and aching just wanting to touch you. But waiting is so difficult. It's a difficult, messy procedure that leaves the body exposed if it comes in contact to actual skin and flush and heat and mucus but it is a necessary step to colloquial banter within the clustering of organs all internally arguing while the overwhelmed brain tries to keep order and the genitalia hums all quiet in the corner because she knows she runs the show. And it's funny because the brain knows he'll have to give in to the actual world of living folks and climb out of his bundled fabulous fantasies in order to make reality plausible. And in wanting you and in waiting I've found myself in visceral shock to the point where I panic and all that's jumbled up and bound inside me seems to clench tighter. And I fear that in waiting for your mutual touch and I fear that in wanting to be with you so much I'll collapse under the weight and never get up. Loads of words hide beneath me resting in tubes that resemble the small intestines in looping nests of unbridled questions. Will it be enough to see you and not touch you? Will it be enough to talk with you and not kiss you? Will it be enough to be chaste and respectful when all my brain needs to do is test you? When all my brain wants to do is clobber you whole, chew, then swallow, spitting out bones?

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Jan 20, 2017

Jan 20, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC

sienna-luna

How to Digest a Lover

Loads of bubble wrap piled behind and it crackles like how a stomach gets twisted on itself after eons of sleep decoding it's diaphragm to follow the blips and beeps and bleeps encrusted on trusting a tight gut reaction to wanting to touch you. But waiting is so difficult. Loads of suds creep up forming in cysts or scabs upon stomach encasings all slimy and orange inside with a stretchy cover all deep royal purple with dark pink veins coursing through it encoding the rapture of film recording while the lining inside gets all clammy with arousal secretly clenching this yearning and aching just wanting to touch you. But waiting is so difficult. It's a difficult, messy procedure that leaves the body exposed if it comes in contact to actual skin and flush and heat and mucus but it is a necessary step to colloquial banter within the clustering of organs all internally arguing while the overwhelmed brain tries to keep order and the genitalia hums all quiet in the corner because she knows she runs the show. And it's funny because the brain knows he'll have to give in to the actual world of living folks and climb out of his bundled fabulous fantasies in order to make reality plausible. And in wanting you and in waiting I've found myself in visceral shock to the point where I panic and all that's jumbled up and bound inside me seems to clench tighter. And I fear that in waiting for your mutual touch and I fear that in wanting to be with you so much I'll collapse under the weight and never get up. Loads of words hide beneath me resting in tubes that resemble the small intestines in looping nests of unbridled questions. Will it be enough to see you and not touch you? Will it be enough to talk with you and not kiss you? Will it be enough to be chaste and respectful when all my brain needs to do is test you? When all my brain wants to do is clobber you whole, chew, then swallow, spitting out bones?

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