"animalistically" poems

I touched myself to the thought of you last night. And, God, It felt so ******* good. The thought of you above me, Hand around my throat, With your teeth clashing into mine. It felt so ***** Our spit and other ****** fluids mixing and creating the chemical reaction for love. I could hear your voice edging me on. ‘Go faster, you **** ‘I know you want me to make a mess of your innocence.’, I can still hear the echoes of the filthy and twisted fantasies we have. My fingers spin the most intricate and intense shapes over and over again. In hopes of merely grazing the ****** I can feel you, Pulling my hair, Digging your nails into me, And slapping me senseless. Everyone must think we’re sick— But I don’t care. I need you, I need to *** I need you like never before. If this is the image of true love, Me with my hand down my ******* Head thrown back, Back arched, And sputtering gasps of “Yes, Sir.” Then this is a fairytale. Growing wetter and wetter, I’m soaking through my moans of pleasure. Closer and closer, I’ve almost reached the end. With a happily ever after You growl into me animalistically. You spread me open to lap up each and every last drop. You look at me— You smile. “Who’s a good girl?.”

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC

riaflowers

Fairytale

I touched myself to the thought of you last night. And, God, It felt so ******* good. The thought of you above me, Hand around my throat, With your teeth clashing into mine. It felt so ***** Our spit and other ****** fluids mixing and creating the chemical reaction for love. I could hear your voice edging me on. ‘Go faster, you **** ‘I know you want me to make a mess of your innocence.’, I can still hear the echoes of the filthy and twisted fantasies we have. My fingers spin the most intricate and intense shapes over and over again. In hopes of merely grazing the ****** I can feel you, Pulling my hair, Digging your nails into me, And slapping me senseless. Everyone must think we’re sick— But I don’t care. I need you, I need to *** I need you like never before. If this is the image of true love, Me with my hand down my ******* Head thrown back, Back arched, And sputtering gasps of “Yes, Sir.” Then this is a fairytale. Growing wetter and wetter, I’m soaking through my moans of pleasure. Closer and closer, I’ve almost reached the end. With a happily ever after You growl into me animalistically. You spread me open to lap up each and every last drop. You look at me— You smile. “Who’s a good girl?.”

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Scratch my back I bite yours I come from ***** **** and tantric Tongue twisting magic Body fluids and spent *** Animals **** Animalistically Too bad if they catch you ****** in the street they stop selling you coffee, and **** in your food Alley cats learn the back roads behind the dumpster Spark spliffs and spin sick rhymes bendin over with the bass and the throbbin over bubblin bizkids this is how we burn in the mornin

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Jun 10, 2012

Jun 10, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC

henry-daniels

Animals **** Animalistically

Scratch my back I bite yours I come from ***** **** and tantric Tongue twisting magic Body fluids and spent *** Animals **** Animalistically Too bad if they catch you ****** in the street they stop selling you coffee, and **** in your food Alley cats learn the back roads behind the dumpster Spark spliffs and spin sick rhymes bendin over with the bass and the throbbin over bubblin bizkids this is how we burn in the mornin

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Once there was wilderness, Mad, irrepressible, scenes of rustic chaos, Unhindered beasts trapezed, Grand bounds into untethered existence, Holding their own against many elements, Interladen unified skulls, Now become bleak and dashed, Animalistically we strived for freedom, The fundamentals of inquiry, REQUIRE no mediation, Beneath us lie the horrid gazes, Noses scoffing from regulated clouds, You’re in the middle, Felt unable to ponder the mystery, Left conditioned to always look out, Blanketed in warm shelters and trinkets in hand, Only through a Grand Decomposition, Will we once more become unafraid, Of the ties that be, An answer to many lonesome sirens.

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Nov 15, 2012

Nov 15, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC

wack-tastic

CRAZY TIME TEA

Once there was wilderness, Mad, irrepressible, scenes of rustic chaos, Unhindered beasts trapezed, Grand bounds into untethered existence, Holding their own against many elements, Interladen unified skulls, Now become bleak and dashed, Animalistically we strived for freedom, The fundamentals of inquiry, REQUIRE no mediation, Beneath us lie the horrid gazes, Noses scoffing from regulated clouds, You’re in the middle, Felt unable to ponder the mystery, Left conditioned to always look out, Blanketed in warm shelters and trinkets in hand, Only through a Grand Decomposition, Will we once more become unafraid, Of the ties that be, An answer to many lonesome sirens.

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