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The Unbeliever Sep 2014
With a touch, he makes me erupt
Bound, by hand to foot
I am pleasured, first by tease
The smallest nibble
The smallest lick

Arching, straining bonds
Reaching for more,
Muscles contract, relax
And seek to break once more
I am forced to concentrate

Fists pull at my bindings
Over I twist, around I bend
Ankles to thighs, opened wide
Toys seek, penetrating,
My mouth, tongue to glass

Dripping, my want plays need
Throbbing, my button's desire
Far out stretched, wrists above
Tension increases the need
I am his, the ultimate in trust

He says to lick, my mouth invites
Guiding me, gentle to his ******
Knowing, he knows my want,
All my fears, delayed
My face cradled in his strength

I take, opening deep, but he won't gift
Just a tease, gets my breath hot
And I'm over again, wide and spread
I feel my lips open, blindfolded fun
His tip, it must be a sin

Vibrations wrench sweetness from me
His staff slides as his hands grip
Up and back, never in
Quivering thighs make me buck
I am denied, I am fulfilled

And I am on my knees
Arched high, opened wide
For hours he has teased
Will this be my moment
My teeth still my quaking lip

His hand again, I coat
Dripping down my insides
And he presses fingers to my lips
I drink, greedy, my taste
Not for me, but for him

A pleasured mess, I ****
Creating, overwhelming his own need
He takes it from me,
Pulling my cheeks wider
The tip, the tip, the tip!

I feel it grow, stretching me
Then the shaft, a hardness
Squeezing, throbbing my own need
I fight it back, to take more
Bound, his lust, gives more

Not a little but full ******
Split, I convulse
Against bind
In his hands, hard
My body gives

Lost, I am clay
Around him
I am molded
In fire, I am
Cast

I feel the urgency in thrusts
I feel his depth and ask for depth
His test takes me harder
And for more I ask
I give him myself

And I feel fingers press
Enter places, commanding more
Drawing more from me
Bringing me strange places
And I devour them all

Knees down and deep
Butting the pillow,
I am brought
Beyond flesh
To the place of my soul

And I am satisfied
Feeling his need
He pulls, plunges deep
Just above, my dripping wet
Giving me just the tip

I feel him swell
His knuckles play a song
Against my firm cheeks he plays
I squeeze and shutter
******* at his delights

I hold him tight
Letting him finish his cream
I feel it drip, both now
Down wet cheeks, inner thigh
Feral grin, this just begins
  Sep 2014 The Unbeliever
Poetic T
Faceless dead
Shrouds cover the
life less,
Only remembered in life,
But the face hidden in death
Never to look upon the eyes,
Cold,
Frozen,
Deaths
Stare upon their face,
Mortality
Showing those who live
That death will be
Frozen upon there face,
Life was, life without,
Now cold flesh,
Last moments
Forever frozen upon there face,
Death is a part of life
When will it be time
When death glare upon your
Features,
Time,
Emotions,
We all show our true features,
When deaths look shows upon our face..
The Unbeliever Sep 2014
If there was a way to wither all storms
That protection would be a house
More, a home
Built of stone
Solid wood
Steel and
To last

The home will be strong
Built solid, on stone
Anchored deep
Bedrock, firm

Many will knock
And more will come
They'll be turned away
Cast out for their fears
And bringing unrest
Their storms are not wanted
And the home will stand

It is strong, not of straw
Not on sand, not to blow
The winds will not crash down
Not storm, only a light rain
Maybe repair a bit here
Or there

That's the price of a home
Building protection
From the storm
Defying the world
And being alive
  Sep 2014 The Unbeliever
Mercurychyld
You see it coming,
for you,
or perhaps you don’t.

Either way
it comes full force,
creeping,
burning everyone
and everything
in its wake
(in its way),
like Lava;
red-hot,
sulfurous,
scorching,
till it reaches your feet.

It reaches you,
sweltering,
sizzling,
hissing at your heels,
but you continue
walking down
and over
along determined
path.

Others attempt
to run,
falling at your feet,
while they smoke
and hiss,
and death wraps
its tendril-like fingers
around their
throats;
many never
get away.

Lethal, angry
winds threaten,
mocking,
calling out
your undoing,
yet
you champion
through.

You’ve always
known this path,
drudging on
sometimes with
energy and
tenacious need...
to go on
and make
good time
to wherever
you’re ultimately
going,
many times
not even knowing
yourself,

yet persistence
wins out
as you diligently
force your feet
to keep moving...
forward,
never back.

Exhausted
but resolute,
you can’t see more
than three feet
in front of you,
often times
your poor vision
playing tricks
on you...
mirages,
misinformation,
erroneous
perceptions.

You can’t see
too far ahead,
but some voice
deep inside
tells you,
coaxes you,
gently,
to keep legs moving
and eyes front
and forward,
never back,
till you
finally arrive.

Seeing for the
first time,
with new,
clear vision,
that this walk
was purposeful
and not in vain.

This arduous hike
through storms,
enduring the
violent debris,
was not without
rhyme or reason...

it was a
necessary
journey as,
on this often
harried trek,
you found
nothing more
and nothing
less than...

who you are
and what you were
always meant to be,
and now
you’ll get to shine,
wild and bright

for all to see.


-by Mercurychyld
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Re: the often long, difficult path through life and old habits.
Immobile, a feathers light touch
Moist folds seep a delicious scent
An electric touch, down back, thighs
Tracing sensual lines up, tip
Your hands, clasp, fingers together grasp
Outstretched before me to savor
A meal of the ******* clad

Arched feet, delicate in touch
Stretch and curled in delight
Long legged minx, twist and writhe
Silken skinned beauty of light
Thighs quiver, not a moment too much
Building your castle, biting your lip
Hips reach, my fingers brush
Arching, straining at the bind
Your breath comes, heavily restrained
Bits of words escape between

Feather alone, again, you squirm
In the dark, anticipating it's touch
From navel down, then up
******* swell with pleasure
Your body a playground
It's adventure in a sigh
Fingernails leave half mooned sign
An almost cry, demanding time

Cold, the ice brings nip to glass
Topping perfect twins, dripping
Your tender valley, chilled
Trails of cold run along caramel sweet
A quick gift, you keep inside
Your breathing betrays you
And I bring you down
To surf along the edge of time
It's cliff I want to divide

Invisible breeze on your soft skin
Keeping sweating passion at bay
Goosebumps from feather or ice
Sparkle along, tracing your corvette curves
I want you at the brink, my Goddess of night
Once more, but this time the tongue
Darting in, suckling, buckling
Edging less quiet from deep inside
Slow pleasuring a whimper, a mewling simmer
Quick breaths between as you struggle
Contractions in your stomach, hips
Strain, bring crescendo
A fire deep inside
About to erupt
I bring vibration
*******
A thrusting
From you
Power
And
Volcanos break earthquakes
Shatter stars hurricaned
Against a tropical storm
Sending its rain
Cascading down
Between your
Thighs
  Sep 2014 The Unbeliever
Liam
Integrity over Popularity
Mystique over Physique
Wisdom over Education
Spontaneous over Meticulous
Patience over Anxious
Peace over Pace
Grace over Face
Elation over Frustration
Spiritualism over Materialism
Honesty over Secrecy
Passion over Fashion
Honey over Money
Poetic over Pedantic
Relaxivity over Productivity
Attitude over Pulchritude
Gaiety over Propriety
Intuition over Sophistication
Intimacy over Privacy
Devotion over Ambition
&
Love over Everything

~ *For my best friend, Piglet
<3 ~
The Unbeliever Sep 2014
I'll make the devil blush
Turn his head with my legs
Heave heavy in his breast
My pleasure in laughter
Wincing when he delivers

A Catholic sin, to be so full
Riding it like a bull
Enjoying the drip
Flushing body
Replenishing soul
Good thing my God
Has blessed me with this
Insatiability and the chance
To heal, to be pleasures, pleasured
Killing off the demons in my mind
I'm built for speed, sleek, lithe
Hard bodies, desperately in love
Show it with my grind
Indulge it in kind
Hips bring quivering thighs
High heels, fishnets
Behind closed doors
My Man knows how to please
With lips, hands such a tease
Bringing waves, little deaths
One by one, until the big one
A sensual massage
That lasts for hours
To which, I lose
My mind
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