hold me, as though you will never hold me again
your arms around my neck, you lips against mine
gentle, supple body pressed against hard muscles
play for me a whispered symphony of soft sighs
while my hands pluck the strings of your desire
and our lips co-write lyrics of a sensual love song
kiss me and do not think i will accept a token kiss
i know the flame that blazes deep inside your soul
and catches both our bodies afire with such passion
your lips, those cherry red fruits of love’s yearning
let them part as my mouth persuades yours tenderly
for your sweet tongue to dance a rumba with mine
tell me, Mi Amor, the depths of your dark dreams
the substance of each of your forbidden fantasies
a touch here, taste there, a brass bed, stone wall ?
a slow burn, an unexpected explosion of hot lust?
what is your pleasure Sexy Lady? shall we explore
the limits of giving and receiving love and lust?
please don’t think of me as a classy knight
i enjoy the part of being a gallant lover
one who would never be rude or crude
or use those words that might jar any
of your modest feminine sensibilities
but baby sometimes, more than a few times
i just want to tell you all the things
i need to do with and to you, expressed
in bold language absent of any poetry
i would dare to step out from behind verse
and say, “i wanna bang you hard all night”
that’s the honest straightforward truth
that’s what you do to me, and you know it
you bring out the beast, the lion of a lover
somehow i don’t think my truth is shocking
i imagine your own truth is as wild as mine
would it insult you if i said, “you turn me on’”?
just one thought of you and i’m ready to rock
behind the poetry, a lioness stalks her prey
her prey can’t wait to be caught in her trap
so tell me,baby girl, do you wanna too?
I have been told time and place and again
There’s no such thing as love
The love I aspire to
It is an illusion for romantic fools like me
It is better to see
The reality
But like a fool
I wear my feelings like an icon
Openly vulnerable
Where this insignia I display
Is often slapped and punched and kicked
Even spat at with unprovoked disdain
And downright hatred
Romance is the scene
The scene on the stage
And love is the backdrop
And when the curtain falls
The story ends
And I am left with a tattered badge
Wondering who will mend it
I was promised a rainbow
But I got another storm in its place
She promised me love
But I got excuses instead
I was left lost when love was a mirage
So therapeutic
That you have been the exception
Thank you
Love falls in love with love;
comes like an echo sounding back,
searches its mirrored shadow
within a look.
So if you fall in love with me
what chance have I to stay untouched,
how can I let you walk away
without a glance.
But if I ever looked into your eyes
and saw my soull reflected
while my heart beat echoed from your face,
I'd have to stay.
I know your eyes
hold the promise of love
The invitation to share heaven
is written on your skin
your body speale a language
all lovers know.
After several years of longing, Peter was finally in bed with his best friend's wife, plugging away in her pussy. Just as things were reaching a climax, he suddenly stopped and pulled out, and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.
"What wrong with you?" his partner asked. "I feel just like a regular asshole, getting some of my best friend's snatch," the man moaned.
"Well," she soothed, patting his back, "you can stop worrying. You were not getting his snatch. You were past his snatch by about four inches. Now put that thing back in."
A virile, middle-aged Italian gentleman named Guido was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome when
he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman.
Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment and, after some small talk,
they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless.
After a pleasant interlude he asked with a smile, "So, you finish?"
She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No."
Surprised, Guido reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and
there were screams of passion..
The sex finally ends and, again, Guido smiles and asks, "You finish?"
Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him and softly says, "No."
Stunned, but damned if he was going to leave this woman unsatisfied, Guido reaches for the woman
yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they end together screaming,
bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets.
Exhausted, Guido falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes,
smiles proudly and asked again, "You finish?"
Barely able to speak, the beautiful blond whispers in his ear, "No, I'm Norwegian."
It’s your lips,
So rich, so sensual in form,
The way they move over each word and
Pull me into that space where nothing exists
But you and I, nothing but the moment,
Only that moment and the anticipation of those lips
Moving ever closer to mine…sweet torture;
Sweeter still, the memories we share,
Those long-lingering breathless kisses
Feeding our Souls, diving in so deeply I couldn’t move
Without your coming with me,
And I couldn’t breathe without your breath joining mine -
So many nights…so many days of your lips
Teasing and nourishing, dancing and laughing,
Caressing and tempting until I surrendered,
Until I was a willing slave to your mouth,
Yours and yours again,
Captured by kisses, oh, those stolen kisses!
It’s your lips calling to me in my dreams,
Promising we’ll feed again…