Fetishep's blog: "poems again"

created on 09/11/2007 | http://fubar.com/poems-again/b127743

posted on 05/14/2010&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;03:05&nbs-07:00;am

Why not?
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SHOWER THOUGHTS

I'm in my shower
by myself
alone with you
playing with myself
soaking in wet streams
imagining you
as I lather myself
caressing clean my cock
dirtying my mind

My wife by herself
alone in our bedroom
watches the morning news
dresses for the day
goes downstairs for breakfast
drinks her coffee
reads her newspaper
imagines....whatever...

I imagine you
getting wet for me
spreading open for me
honeying your pussy for me
circling your clit for me
wanting me
playing in this bathtub with me
candles and champagne
kissing me
sucking me
toying with me
my cock a moby dick
surfacing from the deep
you a Queequeg
harpooning me with your eyes
taking me....squeezing my sperm

Then your pussy rising for me
sleek and shiny like apple skin
me tasting your fruit, your sweetness
you offering me every orifice
you wanting everything filled
tongue, finger, cock in them all
I give you....and I give you
two fingers in cunt, pinky in ass,
tongue everywhere
your back arching for me
your toes squiggling for me
you, everywhere, coming for me
an orgasm from the deep
breaking the surface
flipping and flopping like a sailfish
catching the sun
us kissing

My wife brings me coffee
she's so thoughtful
to keep up the routine
I wonder however
when does she imagine?
where does she
play with herself?
what are her shower thoughts?

I cleanse from my body
the evidence of guilty pleasures
the dried juices from last night's sex
the oils and sweat of anointed lovemaking

I love the power of the imagination
I fucked my wife wanting you
I shot the cum into her of our brewing
the stored cum of our correspondence
all of it streaming and pumping into her
dripping from her afterwards
stinking her up with my excesses
demanding her morning purification

In my shower by myself
alone with you
I shampoo my hair
and spread through it
cum-like conditioner
smoothing me out

In my shower by myself
alone with you
I write a poem for you
jacking-off to get the words right
taking myself to the verge
composing word ejaculations
smoothing me out

I imagine
forgetting her
making love to you
fucking you beautifully
in rented bed
then fucking you in the shower
showering you with
my beautiful, precious cum
Spurting on face and hair with my seed
Then cleansing you
like a cat its own fur
with tongue-kisses
making you pure again

I consider coming for you
but I don't
I want to feel pumped up
for writing you
after my shower
at the computer
untangling my thoughts
cock-in-hand
writing you

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posted on 05/12/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;07:05&nbs-07:00;am

wondering
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Imagination! Wow, do I have an imagination. I often wonder what It would be like to Make TOTAL love with you; What would it be like... ...to kiss you tenderly all night all over your beautiful body... to hold you in my arms and feel the heat and moisture of your skin... to slide my manhood deep into Your flooding sacred chamber... to have you ride my bucking stallion and moan loudly from the pleasure you were receiving...I wonder what it would be like to run, dart and send my tongue all over, around and into your sweet vagina...wow, oh how I wonder as I look at you my fantasy and beautiful dream.

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posted on 05/12/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;07:05&nbs-07:00;am

for sub lil slavegrrl
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I dreamed of your sarcophagus Chrome reflections of my undoing Satin padded to make a pillow for your death My tongue licks your damp face Hot red that fades but soon I can make it reappear again full bloom I have licked away the make-up The death white pallor so exact You had painted on over soft white skin I have kissed away the lipstick Black as coagulated blood And sucked on the black polished nails Though still a corpse beneath me I have felt your tell tale heart And the wind of your breath on my face While your big eyes stare up Fixed to a spot far away Your thighs and your belly are awake Cushion my relentless entrances With the soft lively skin embrace My scrapings at your womb I invade What death is it you celebrate spirits cold flesh or stillness or a rebellion that says fuck life I am bouncing in the dialogue Between those lively loins And death you represent up above I feel a rush of vibrations Surrounding my welcome inside That shakes me and makes me shiver Must we whisper of dead things When all we have is living Thrusts thrills and sought after convulsions Yes the death vision convention Has brought us shared identity It has brought my life to be beside yours I dream you in your sarcophagus That could only make you happy As my lips press in the pale cold flesh

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posted on 05/12/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;07:05&nbs-07:00;am

My Goals
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I feel dirty My innocence stripped from me I am a shell Weak and weary Time keeps on slipping by Waiting for no man Youth is fleeting Death is gaining This is what I wanna know I wanna feel passion I wanna know pain I want your ectasy to rain I need passion I need pain I need your ectasy to rain on me I was only once Now its gone I gave it to a thief Never to be seen again I need to have it back and give this precious jewel to her This is what I wanna do I wanna make her quiver I wanna make her quake I wanna make my angel scream I need her to tremble I need ner to shake I need my angel to scream for me Let her ectasy to scream for me Let her ectasy to sing to me Carnality comsumes me I am no longer my own My lusts saturates me Love possess me Inhabit my body Make me your temple I wanna see you I wanna hear you I wanna know you more I gotta have you I gotta make you mine I need you Embrace me Engulf me Devour me

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posted on 05/12/2008&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;07:05&nbs-07:00;am

Who I am
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I am your temptation. I am the yes that was in your heart, when no is what you spoke. I am the lips that kiss you and take your breath away. I am the man you dream of when you are alone in your bed. I am the forbidden which you desire, and the desire of that which is forbidden. I am the pounding of your heart and the swelling of your breast. I am the hand that carresses you gently, and the shiver that it sends down your spine. I am he who peers deep into your eyes, to see the woman you really are, when no other man would take the time. I am tongue that reaches for your wettest and darkest place. I am the manhood that fills you completely, the pulsing, the throbbing, and the thrusting. I am the liquid explosion that fills you to overflowing. I am the arms that hold you afterwards promising to keep you safe. I am he who listens when you say you need someone to talk to, offering you no advice unless that is what you want. I will be all you wish and shall grant you all you deserve. I am your temptation, and I shall not be denied.

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posted on 09/11/2007&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;05:09&nbs-07:00;pm

a poem that's not sex
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You know the scenic overlook on the way up Trail Ridge Road, the one with the curving boardwalk that looks across the valley overshadowed by the endless rise of Longs Peak, the one where children play on the rocks while parents inhale as they examine the expanse as if to take it all inside of themselves? Well, if you can ever go there alone with time and freedom to stand in the quiver of thought, and to do that you might need to be there at dawn, when the light is just right on the mountain, at the time of day when there is seldom any haze, only perhaps one low hanging cloud positioned to give you a sense of depth and perception, in this setting it is likely you will have ears to hear. But it is difficult to speak of such things, how the presence of wilderness lays bare the soul and speaks truth about the nature of beauty, the privilege to embrace what you can not hold, to possess what you will never own, how every preceding moment of life has served to create the capacity within for the Voice of the Ages you have heard.

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