EROTIC WORD PLAY ... TONGUE TIED UP Casual carefree conversations come cuddle close I'm candid and comfortable wit you! Sweet sexy syllables speak seductively saying everything effortlessly and easy Damn,dis dish delightfully delicious, shit slip slide, let it ride dropped off at your luscious lavish lips! I'm a lady who waits patiently I'm precious pretty and polite, Meanwhile , I wonder wishfully and write, in beautiful black and white ink! Spill my sexiness all ova yo tongue, fine ass stroke ain’t no mystery! Like magic its hook-is pook-is n Dark & Lovely ol naturale southern style swagga make me... sashaying back and forth ONENESS you move me outside of myself! I'm falling head over stiletto heels, I stay pumped up spirited soaked scrambled egg yolk in laughter fo no real reason at all, just because baby you answer when I ring! My mysterious mind paints a pose preserved portrait Kodak keepsake treasure chest contains something special sacred surrender all the things that asunder us! Without wonder I wanna frog-leap by faith facing forward not backward between backboards packing plump I got heat 100% juicy -juice red clit punch KNOCKED OUT drinkin all my kool aid smiles! Gatorade replenish and restore me, Sip swallow me whole. Taste me in small succulent prefect pieces. Don't bite Yo lip, I flip trip ova every word you say, my verses versatile beautifully becoming fruitful forbidden love lines, Read me! Your name echos in my ears, Everyday time tic tocks linger long-stemmed GEM I planted a chocolate ROSE grown in a flower bed of french wet kisses, while my fingers and toes frostbitten Kitten MEOW smitten at the thought of your ideals, have a ball bouncing every one off you! I'm a great catch! My free throw hoops belong in the basket cause I’m the one glamour shot! Picture me ... lay still while I get a glimpse of this right here What chocolate honey ripped the runway, angelic beauty lies modeled within, Hey, Yeah, you NICE standing strong, subtle, and sexy! Breathtaking captivating up close personal... I love YO stills!
Poetess: Terika McQuinn © December 27, 2013 All Rights Reserved
"Maniac McGee Plays Mozart's Memories" I hear myself musically as I'm on the keys playing a imagery of poetry as I shall be Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart displaying my melodies of keys within writing a centerpiece with my fingers being the pen between creating my artistry of this piano theme. My words of music has been flowing with me through 1756 pieces proclaim to exist in my mind for years. The piano clears 1791 of my death will not fear to lend the audience their ears to appear to stand to my music of poetry that everybody reads within applauding me of a inspiration memory within me being the Mozart of poetry. -Maniac McGee The Poet Poet Derrell Freeman "Have Fun With Me" Blimps Of Sanyo That float Onto Goodyear As Same As Direct T.V. They Keep Floating Once The Clouds Underneath The Deep Blue Sea Of The Beach. Where People Are Walking And Enjoying On Summer Breeze As They Strolling Along The Sand Of The Beach. Within My Blonde Sandy Hair Blowing In The Wind As I'm Talking To My Friend On This Phone Again. And Again This Bug Won't Stop Bothering Me Within It Sitting Right Next To Me As Yellow As It Can Be. I Got My Pink Lloyd Shirt That’s Black And Interesting As I am About To Be Eating My Vanilla Ice Cream After When I Finish Talking To My Friend, Indeed. I'm Looking Beyond This Beach And Noticing Everybody Behind Me Is Enjoying The Beach And After When I Get Off This Phone, I am Going To Soak My Feet And Soak Up The Sun As If Its Appearing Beyond The Picture That You See In Me. -Maniac McGee The Poet ™-
Poetess Chastinee Thomas
My words... I want to write words That touch and stimulate Tease and excite Like the toy in your nightstand That you reserve for lonely nights I want to replace Your physical simulation And introduce you to Mental masturbation Deeper penetration With every word read In one paragraph I'll be fucking with your head You're body is... Flipping Tossing
Wali Abdullah 1/23/2014 Turning
For one more word you're yearning You think you're through You read from beginning to end But with the stroke of my pen I'll invite you back in And whenever I write I'll have you Cumming and Cumming again And one day My words will Hit you like a truck That's the day you realize You've been totally mind fucked...
Change of Thought
Sun shines in Window. Emptiness erupts. I reach for you. But you no longer there . lonely man heart erased acid tears wash my face. angers brace. grabs hold of me. You left without goodbye. The phone rings... It snatches me me from despair. It's the newspaper. deadline 3 o’clock. loving thoughts. I must grasp . I must write of happy times... for all the world to read. for today what I write . Is your ... Obituary. Wali Abdullah 12/10/13
BECAUSE I'M A POET Because I'm a poet; & a poet... fEEEds, off of life, acquiring nourishment from anguish & despair. Because I'm a poet, & a poet; Drinnnnkssss, from the tears of sultry souls of diminished love... Because I'm a poet, & a poet; must FEEED, peering from the shadows, anticipating the pounce onto my prey; chasing happiness away, seizing the fluttering joy, clouded... CLENCHED, I wait for it to wash away... Because, I AM A POET!! I HUNT!! for the blank stair, the precaution in their step, preoccupation of chatter in the minds eye; rambling, shuffling,
Tannon Royalt Miller searching for the healing light, lock'd in only darkness bleeding their lives away... Because I'm a poet; & a poet, fEEEds off of life... I give no subtle relief nor magic phrase to clear away the haze... I carry NO comfort for thee; whom become me... Because I'm a poet; I SEE!; the facades given to fairy tales in story book romances; I NEEED, to translate love giving LIFE, & LIFE proceeding happiness in place of a lonely death... Because I'm a poet; My DEATH, becomes my life, my Spirit, takes me; My Soul, consoles me; going internally inquisitively & relentlessly... seeking ME, ME, ME... Because I'm a poet; My romantic eye, is romanticized through roles played, hurling thru the games played for nature's gain... Because I'm a poet; & a poet, FEEDS off of life. ~Tannon RoyalT Miller~ 2014
Love’s Pain As the Foreign tongue, unfamiliar, rests upon my woe; untangled me. Freeing me from my confusion, the delusion of my minds eye do defy the act of my Loves Phantom pain; by residing no more in the basking Sun. Surely was Shakespeare himself guiding my hand; assuring the ease of my expressed belie... "I have bought this Mansion of Love but not possessed it!" For thy scam of Love, resting my death upon my life, I ride further still to my desire for thee; a top, swirling my health, fathomed riches, to the sea; AGAIN, hearkened twice by my 3rd eye, suggesting nah; that I come to you. I Do, at my own leisure; only to leave without treasure. Only blackness... Only Pain... Only, My Alive...
~Tannon Royalt Miller~ 2014
Quote by: Shakespeare Reference Romeo & Juliet Act 3 Scene 2
Author Truly Blessed/Rhonda Franklin
Missing Him I wake up every morning longing for your touch. As I start my day off it’s hard because I’m missing you so much… you’re the reason that I live, you’re the reason that I have so much love to give, you’re the twinkle in my eye, you’re the breathe that I breathe, you’re the steps that I take, you’re the reason why I’m still here… because of you I have no fear. The day that I met you it was the best feeling that I ever had but sometimes being without you seems so sad. I’m doing my best to see this thing through but at times in my life it becomes hard being without you. From: Erotica XXX
DEVIL Emblazoned and engulfed in your fiery temptation. I am enamored in its heat. Ironic how I have dubbed myself this but the temperature is too much. I love your rising humidity. The steam that seeps from your lips that boils over your tongue to form the words of my name. I am enamored. I am elated. I am on fire. I love the blaze. Keep me warm with your passion and envelope me in your radiant light.
Author Jason G. Pierce
I am blind but yet my hands act as my eyes. You are my devil, and I am your man. I will tame your fiery heart and my searing wet kiss will bring your demise. If only I could get past the first wave. The sparks fly as our lips touch for the first time. Your wall of fire will fall and disappear. And my victory will be heralded by the glow of passion. I have tempted the devil and she loves my sin.
“Bordello of the Subconscious” 2014
I Closed My Eyes I closed my eyes in thoughts of you when you looked at me. Telling me sweet words I wanted to hear all the time you did special things for me" We took long walks in the parks listening to birds so romantic yes very Handsome you were the one just meant for me" Close my eyes see you coming towards my way in thoughts of missing you. Always know in my mind from inside of me I'll hold this special place just for you. I love you.
Author Rosalind Cherry aka Cherry Bomb
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Addicted Her self-esteem is low She doesn’t know where to go. She is looking for satisfaction When it is over, she gets no reaction. It’s like crack She’s gotta have it, It’s got her feeling like a dope fiend, Looking for her next hit. But she is so tired And she wants to come clean. She wants to erase the urge of wanting more, To stop the itch that has her soul torn. She tries so hard to prepare to do what’s right To end her lustful appetite. She feels all alone and her life is so hectic, All she yearns for is to be respected. She wants to stop allowing the demons To take over her mind, And she wants to leave her sinful pleasures far behind. To find true love Is what she desires. But she needs to learn That self-love comes first, To put out her lustful fire.
Renaissance Man Something is broken inside me and I can't wait to fix it. You see I have been my enemy for quite a while by not following my thoughts in single file but a new day has told me to teach me how to love me. Now soul searching can be a hard thirst to quench because in light of what few think, fore thoughts have an equal chance of being wrong or right at the end of the night. So check out all options in spite of what may be showing on the news because the eye and ear can be discouraged easily when the end of your tunnel is not near. Now that you know how I became who you're reading, sit back and relax while I pitch you a proposal that will be as unique as your ensuing happiness because I stay off the beaten path when it comes to a partnership of two hearts as in you don't have to ask me a damn thing to receive what will keep your greedy for your mind and body.
Until it wants to sleep on the floor to get a break from me because those orgasms that eluded your temple are simple with me doing my work like a gold digger that's been homeless all week, waiting to find shelter and release his inner freak so I can make your off work whistle blow by having your toes for dinner before I get to kissing behind those knees so your thoughts can say "please" to themselves because your throat muscles are frozen from the sight of my hands sliding folded rings of pineapples into you so I can feed you the world's greatest finger food.
Author Michael Downey
Inked by MD Michael Downey 1/2014
Butterfly Highs I never thought my butterfly could fly so high And I never though my wings could be seen in the black of night I cast mile high waves of butterflies in the sky Whenever I fly with him... Could it be true That anything can soar when your lover soars with you? And... I can tell you what the dew feels like In the morn when the sun Bathes it in that warmth... Because he puts the feel
Author Debbie M. Allen
Of vision in my mind So I don't even need the nerve endings on my skin...All I need to do is let him in‌ He's like a multi-layer of color...A kaleidoscope of vivid hope...That expands so bright...his light... Pitches rainbows in my belly... It's hard to stay steady With no preparation That could ever get me ready For the pull of his aura... that has me tinted in his hue... So when my heart says skip a beat I do... As if my emotions run divine Blessed with heavenly cues No fear of stutters because if I trip... I get to fall into his bliss... And...His spirit never misses the catch of me With its kiss... I cast mile high waves of butterflies in the sky As he lifts me in his high... I fly...
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From Revenge of the Orgasm Her Tattoos Shoulder hosts a butterfly. Dragon dwarfs her back. Calligraphy is written upon her right shoulder, which is an ode to her mother. Puerto-Rican flag with hands surrounding stretches from her cleavage covering her left breast. Under her belly button is written Heaven in old English. Roses with thorns circle her right ankle. Vibrant colors cascade all over. My kisses join the menagerie.
Author/Poet/Actor/Radio Show Host G. P. A.
This way to Erotic Heaven!!!
R. Angel
Fantasy Speak seductively to my subconscious in subliminally soothing sublimes that stimulate and force surrender of thought and mind...while I listen to the language of love linger in the ears of logic...longing for leisurely licks and laps of oral linguistics...lazily grazing lips and hips and fingertips that touch and send sensations of pure pleasure and perverse pulse pounding through veins as limbs entwine like vines vigorously verging and merging...to connect and reconnect...to dissect as we dissolve in desire...doused and drowning...drenched...drops of delicious delectable nectar nourish night nymphs...nips and playful bites ignite fires forever burning and yearning as our crescendos climax continuously...climbing higher...pelvic muscles relax...contract...with each contact of flesh upon flesh...drink and refresh...from my well with water waiting while you sink deeper...peaks steeper...rising...riding the tide of passion's waves...lotion with motion as you reach my ocean's floor...fever pitched...fantasy ditched for the real feel of hard invading soft folds as she holds and molds...bold thrust of lust must release to bring peace to the call from her walls as they drip...gripping the slide in...the slipping...the dipping...the dive in...until explosions like implosions erupt to corrupt pure white sheets...the dance is complete...fast forward...hit repeat...
R. Angel
Wordetry
The Crow Sleeping with Ghost
Eric “Crow” Draven
Unforgiving reminders Of an unconscious conscious Hibernating while monitory gains grew limbs and a personality. Randomly routine the way those yesterdays he yearned to forget Pop up and bully his ability to dream. Like questions of a conviction on every job application A felon fills out with fear of being rejected, And reduced to the very actions that once claimed his freedom. Vividly haunted to the point where today’s actions walk the thin line of avoiding yesterday’s mistakes Without becoming today’s victim. 300 places, faces and events emotionally cataloged It feels like every time he closes his eyes He can still see the pain he gave; taste the trouble he received, And hear the years he’s wasted...
Sick of being an insomniac So he’d learned how to thief sleep. Until his mind will allow him to rest. So intimate with his ghost they call him by his first name. Most nights his life is a movie and he had merely paid the cost, so watching is less painful. Yet there are other nights where he’s back in the starring role And he delivers every scene, stunt and line. Until he wakes up drenched in his own sweat and the reality of his past. Hoping he can one day eliminate his demons before they infect his reality and he passes them on to the ones he love. I know you see him sleeping with his ghost Hoping he’d wake up and find you right next to him unconditionally. Copyright @2009
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