“Sublime and tender…like the opening of the petals of a flower.”~ Avijeet Das I want to undress youTo be undressedTo take my time You are a revelationTo reveal and be…
poetry
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I is for impatient and I want to do it (you) again The pictures, the orgasms, the slow exploration, the hungry kisses, the discarding of clothes My mouth on your…
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G is for Green, Glass and Greedy “Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca I want…
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ChristmasChristmas Advent CalendarPoetryQuote QuestSinful Sunday
The Ghost of Christmas…
by Molly Moore“What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future.” ~ Agnes M. Pahro the ghost of Christmas… what should of been was…
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Come closer my love and let me show you what Pleasure I can bring When you let me control your Pain and… Dip inside you to find Our rapture That…
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Thoughts of you are like an obsession taunt within my mind Like strings on a harp to be played over and over… A concert of desires that fills me As…
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Every morning a chance of rebirth Every night a little dying Wife, Mother, Daughter, Lover All are truths and all are lying Women know from when they’re girls Too loud,…
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If only you were here I wonder what you’d do Me bending over like this Offering you a view Does it make you mind wander To thoughts of spanking me?…
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She was ripe and luscious like summer a fruit that fills your mouth with it’s juicy sweetness and has you reaching out again and again for more
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She was a journey to take An exploration to make Of hands and fingers And my mouth that lingered Searching every inch of her Listening to her sigh and purr…
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“Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” ~ Albert Einstein Imagine everything Curves and lines Soft flesh Long hair Beneath you Your finger tips Burning a…
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I put you where you belong and label you as what you are Mine to use as I wish And the look you show me as I call you that…
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When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool,…
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Slices of flesh Sections of self Dissected Into pieces of me