#suggestive
I love how you say
how adorable I am,
When you squish my cheeks
and poke my arms
I remember that one time,
when we laid in the grass
and looked at the sky
We laughed at silly jokes,
and let go of all our worries
I love how you whisper
sweet praises in my ear,
Call me such lovely names
as you make me sore
When you pull my hair
and press me into the sheets
That's one of the only things
that makes me feel complete
Like I belong,
Like I have a true purpose
I love how you make me feel so alive
I hate how you hide me,
When you sweep me under the carpet
Act like I'm a sin,
maybe because I am
Because what we do is wrong,
shouldn't be brought to light
But if it is so horrible,
Why does it feel so right?
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 11:29 PM UTC
her body shines
and twinkles
under the moonlight.
her hair cascades
over the sheets
and into oblivion.
her hands bring forth
a beautiful melody
of pleasure
derived from pain.
back arching like the sunset
over the sparkling sea--
"come before me."
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
Moon’s suggestive gleam,
Night taut with ****** tics;
Nature’s alert peaks!
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
Tracerene
Conclude the dream
Dew melt my eyes as a suken scene
Soft spoken words pour from your lips
With bones of greetings how often our slips
Gaze and grasp
Each night to pass
I follow you to heaven
Lift me to the ceilings of above
Paint me unto the walls of love
Grasp the two sides of the bodice
Reach to me closer, call me the goddess
Place unto the petals, leave me your alter
With breaths intertwined movements cease to falter
Eyes melt into one sight
Share with me our night
Loves together in a single moment
Kelidoscopes of rosed colors tint
Small traces to guide the hint
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
the night began
like most nights do
when your 20 something
and the moon is full
a random bar
a brand new friend
not a single thought
about nights end
we drank we laughed
we even sang along
when the radio played
our favorite song
as the night got older
we both grew bolder
you’d rest your head
upon my shoulder
too happy drive
that’s what you said
come back to my place
and rest instead
the two of us
on a big red sofa
your back to my chest
with our feet hung over
my wandering hand
starts to explore
along your hips
and wanting more
a slight hesitation
then a button pop
your not quite sure
if you want to stop
then you stood up
the spark was gone
the beer wore off
the lights came on
looking back I wonder now
how the night played out
if my hand wandered north
instead of south
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC