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Sara Kellie Jul 10
Lipstick kisses,
we're both wearing red.
I motion her over and onto our bed.
Blood red smeared across our lips.
I keep her enticed, I straddle her hips.
Seductively playing,
I'm touching my lips.
Long acrylic nails,
for us never fails.
I show her a dildo and
she gently wails.

She's waiting,
my sweetheart,
I lust her so much.
We fuck, we're on fire
and I wonder,
which of us holds the power.
I, in all honesty is hoping it's her,
'cause then I'll continue this life
in her beautiful blur.

Poetry by Kaydee.
A girl in love with another girl.
Noemi Sep 11
Pain is the ink to my pen.
   The one I refuse to let go.
     It gives me a way of expressing such empty feelings..
Words of sorrow
   Oh, so familiar to everyone,yet so hidden by all.
      The brave use it frequently to empower and remind others:
  " Pain seeps through our veins,but strength is in our bones."
Do what you need to, but never bottle your feelings up. It's toxic, and you matter more than you know.
Oh sickly poisonous flame
Darting back and forth
I hear you call my name
It's not what they think, for what it's worth

One slip of the finger
And a tingling sensation
Smells of gas linger
Now for use of personification:

Its seems that you love me
For you never let me go
I feel pitiful in your embrace
And it seems that you know

You always take control
And oh how I'm fascinated by your flame
Skin swells and pain holds
In this endless torture game
...seeing purse dressed, flowery-folds,
knows the pleasure, -heaven holds.

Standing proud, -cocksure his breast,
exhausted her, laugh-ter, -nothing left.

Weakly submissive, exhilarated now pressed,
emboldened by she, guardedly bereft...

No strawberry, cakes, honey, grape,
you know what's coming;
Nicole Jun 2016
Inside the tiny cupboard holds a piece of sinful pleasure,
forbidden fruit that you and I conceal like hidden treasure.
Upon this ship seduction docks itself across the bay,
with wicked thoughts at night and curiosity by day.
Overwhelming pleasure, pain and all that's in between,
drowning seas of secrets if the gentlemen had seen.
Inside the tiny cupboard holds a piece of honest pleasure,
where I aboard as captain and you shine as sapphic treasure.
© Nicole A
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