- Aug 2013
Kisses and love bites
Cuddles on cold nights
Fairytale romance
Glad I had the chance
He makes me weak
Even when we're apart
At night I can feel his touch
That sweet rush of happiness
Like damn, this man
He knows me well
The love is intense
Hotter than hell itself

I'm not exactly a princess
More like, his mistress
A feisty girl who likes control
Likes being the one to reignite his soul
© Natali Veronica 2013.
Danielle Rose Nov 2012
My breath short speechless and wrenching
as your hand brushes across my stomach
delicate and concentrated
Painting a picture
a step closer and your face is beside mine
I rest my face on your neck
eyes closed in acceptance
the way your hips move
slow and seductive
lure me into leaning in for the motion
your gaze dilated and glazed
full of lust and excitment
my chest beats so close to yours
as beads of sweat form upon it
The heat in these moments is
hotter than hell and
I cant seem to get enough of it
You pin my hands to the wall
and I kiss you in surrender and submission
The way things are going I'll fight the dawn
and delight in this night forever
SG Holter Nov 2014
When it comes to fairness,
feelings are useless

the curse of subjectivity, and
volunerability of ego,  
smell of

victimisation. we will never
be free with this attitude. your
pain is always stronger than

mine, I will always be more
fatigued. I will never understand.
you will never understand.

one has always been through
a hotter Hell than the other.
deeper scars. bigger

disappointments. yes, we are both
bruised by Life.
so let us comfort each other,

rather than compete. there is no
room for it in our love.
we're both too old,

and have been through too much
to act like stubborn children.
there is no "i" in "denial".
There is a place hotter; I know you don't want to go there.  There will be  no one around to help, and no one to care.
You need to stop complaining; you need to be alert.  They could be preparing your funeral, to put you under the dirt.
There is a place hotter; I know you don't want to go there.  It's a place without air conditioning or a blow dryer for your hair.
There is a place hotter; I know you don't want to go there.  You need to stop and pray, so you want end up naked, in that heated place, all alone and bare.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
KM Aug 2014
Blood is pumping down
to his toes, but rushing faster
and further to his head.

The room is spinning, his
lungs are burning...he's sure
this is the closest he's ever been to feeling physically dead.

Drugs, sex and another fix:
anything at all to get by. A
fire in his heart, extinguished,
compares not to the tears in his eyes.

Without anyone in the world, he
readies one last hit. He'd rather
clutch onto a syringe that admit
the pain he feels inside.
Josh Bass Sep 2014
I want to burn
More than anything
I need to feel and fuel
My own fire that
I know is my core
Ignite me
So I can ignite you
Watch it spread
I promise
You will enjoy it
I want to burn
mikev Jul 2016
I watch you roll over in ecstasy
Eyes full black like moons of sin
Liquid venom pouring from your lips
I want to taste the nectar of hatred
Self inflicted wounds
and poetry written in musky rooms
Where the air is as stale
as the coffee is as bitter as
the neighbors teeth broken as
the fan blowing breathing dust
into our lungs as we sleep
Please don't let go, I said
4 weeks prior, please don't
3 weeks left until I expire, please
don't leave me, 2 days you say
You love me, you love me
She loves me, she loves me.
we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.
lily Jan 2015
your mouth is several degrees hotter than mine
and the heat was delicious
you devoured me with your lips, teeth, and tongue
it was a bruising kiss that i returned with equal intensity
our lips in an act of passion and possession
Showers make me wet
Shoes get me going
Heaters make everything hotter
And as soon as you've left
Everything is right
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