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 Sep 2015 Yana
Styles
Tulips
 Sep 2015 Yana
Styles
Silky smooth lips;
      pink folds of woven flesh          
      glistening with wetness.
      their allure -- the aroma.
      her elixir -- my nectar.
 Sep 2015 Yana
mk
bruises
 Sep 2015 Yana
mk
i’m finding bruises all over my body
in places I didn’t even know you touched
i love them because they’re reminders
of you, me and of us
// blue & black all over my back //
 Sep 2015 Yana
Styles
Oral fixation
 Sep 2015 Yana
Styles
Graciously kneeling before me;
       Driven by thirst.
       Coerced by lust.
       curropted by desire.
       Entranced by your aura.
       Raw passion eruding flesh.
       Your swells: their embodiment.
       Fixated on the rush---
 Sep 2015 Yana
CP
Lightning Strikes
 Sep 2015 Yana
CP
Lightning strikes, the shock meets the skin, and burns.
The warm breeze follows, and calms the body.
Fingers grasp the sheets, she cries out and yearns,
a moan escapes her lips, a minuscule plea.

They say lightning never strikes twice; They're right...
it hits again and again, harder every time.
She want it though, to feel the lightning's bite,
because the kiss the follows is so sublime.

And when the storm is over, it lingers.
The pain. The pleasure. Still there, but mild.
Dull roar in her ears, sting in her fingers,
thoughts of the lightning can still drive her wild.

The sweet sorrow of the storm in her brain,
she loves the bitter ecstasy of pain.
 Sep 2015 Yana
rogue
i want to fight,
i want to resist,
i want to hurt,
because i trust you

i want to feel your hand
as it closes tightly
around my wrists in warning,
because i trust you

i want to feel small
and surrounded
by you completely,
because i trust you

i want to struggle to breathe
while your hand is on my neck,
the good kind of struggle,
because i trust you

i want the ache to last for days,
a reminder of how good you felt,
i want to be hurt and loved
**because i trust you
i trust you
 Sep 2015 Yana
Harley Hucof
(T)onight we get *****
(I) prepared all the tools
(E)nter my dark room

(M)ake me suffer. I
(E)njoy the pain

(U)ltimate bliss
(P)leasure attained


(C)andle wax poured on my skin
(H)umiliate me im hankering after it
(O)n my knees i ll beg for it
(K)eep me on the line
(E)nsure my spice

(M)ake me lose control
(E)mmerse my soul

Words Of Harfouchism
****
 Sep 2015 Yana
Styles
BDSM
 Sep 2015 Yana
Styles
Smack
After every slap
And stroke.
the whip,
cracks across your back.
Flush with arousal,
Immense pleasure,
your body reacts.
your lesson reaching you
teaching you how to relax
As your legs spread,
your mind relapses.
 Sep 2015 Yana
Artic killer
Your lips on my lips
Your hands on my hips

Shivers run through
How much I want you...

Your fingers on my skin
That, Sensation from within

Your teeth in my neck
Your nails continue their trek
Down my arms.
Envelope my breast
Your heaving chest.
Travel for miles
Drive me wild
I'll scream your name.

Tie me Up
Tie me Down
Tie me All Around
Gag my throat
Hear me choke
Hear me beg
Hear me scream
"Master, take me, hear my pleas"

— The End —