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Posted: 8/25/2007 10:13:44 PM | Salty um "towers"....hehe.
Theres always an ice-cube somewhere.....
But hey, whip-cream will do just fine....
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 8/25/2007 11:00:00 PM | Oh and last she gets it
I had been wondering about a comment in Eriks thread
About Salty Towers being a great name for a gay couple
Funny...I never put it together
No thanks Truth honey
Not into food in places other than my mouth
But feed me a strawberry slowly
Bite by tiny bite
While you look at me 'that way' the whole time
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 8/25/2007 11:47:35 PM | Da*mn! I was out there in the sun pulling weeds (and loving it by the way)
And the picture of that strawberry was haunting me
I seriously want to get back out there and get some green in my nostrils
so.........
Cool ripe strawberry
Held soft to my lips
Gaze to my eyes now
And let passion slip
Press gently now to me
Movement so slight
Unknowing lips open
I take a small bite
But gaze holds me spellbound
Breath comes shorter whisps
And knowing not that I
Have strawberry lips
Take sweet fruit away
And with finger now trace
But your eyes have not moved
I'm held in that embrace
Nipples hard as pulse rises
But known none of this still
I am held by your gaze
Captured by your own will
Breath comes stronger
Gaze longer
Til spasms take hold
And my body rocks wild
Head thrown back
Beg you hold!
And as nature takes over
Such passionate bliss
Remember began
....with that strawberry kiss
(sigh)
Ok now back to the garden for me* | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 8/31/2007 9:24:11 PM | I came to resolve when I loved your smell,
what man in your life send em to hell,
we chatted lots, as my stylist you knew lots....
I knew you had mad kids, but I would fill that space...
now we;re together and you turn into a material girl...
I spend my money thinking your mind will fill....
I'm still spendin more but you want more than I can give,
I git suspecious of u so how will I live...
I love all four of these kids but they askin me why So much love their mom gives,
I'm tellin em it's gonna be ended.....
but I'm spendin more cash so denial is large...
now we havin sex on a demand basis,I thought it was love till u brought out those faces
lyin to protect your seeds full force,
no problem but why does that have to do with intercourse?
I spent the fuel in my hart just to learn that money tore us apart,
if it's real could money do this to love,
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/1/2007 1:57:44 AM | wondered where this one was going for a while...
nicely pulled together at the end | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/1/2007 2:59:02 AM | Gnarled fingers gentley hold my hand
One arm goes round my waist
The way it did the day we were wed
Almost 35 years today
We never lost that magic
And you never lost your charm
And proudly I still step beside you
Hand...upon your arm
I wonder if the grandchildren
With colored spikey hair
Would blush if only once they knew
The things that we still dare
They've never seen the way that you
Brush hair back from my face
And gaze at me so longingly
That my pulse begins to race
They've never seen (or dreamed perhaps)
Their grandpa in my bed
Still strong and proud and nightly
That sweet place I lay my head
Or that we still make love but
In our day...we didnt tell
But sweetheart I just want to say
Your lovin' suits me well*
(prompted by so many things I have seen around the forums about how marriages and relationships that dont work....just wanted to share the flip side of the penny. And how love and lust and sex comes in many forms. And not all of them are bad) | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/10/2007 9:28:40 PM | ~~*Sleeping Lover*~~
Good morning, my lover...
When you wake and find this letter, my side of the bed will be cool to the touch. There will still be a dent on the pillow were this letter lays from where I have lain in bed at the early hours of the morning staring at your sleeping face and enjoying the feel of my thigh over yours.
The mornings when I wake with you are the best mornings in my life. This letter could never describe the feelings I felt leaving you today and knowing that when you wake I’ll be halfway across the United States away from you. The only way it was possible was because I know that in two more months we will be together again, and this time it will be a permanent stay.
I wanted you to know how amazing you are, how completely wonderful that you are to me. There’s a restless part of my soul that is only soothed by your lips on my face, your hands on my body, your voice warm on my ear when we make love. My favorite times are with you in these wee morning hours, those first moments when the world is still unaware of who we are and we steal that moment to become one.
I love waking up with you. The feel of your long body pressed against my back, your breath on my ear when your face is pressed close to mine, and the solidness of your arms holding me close.
As I write this, I can close my eyes and feel every inch of you. I feel you stirring behind, your familiar hardness pressing against my backside. I love waking up this way. Your hips grinding against my ass in your sleep, arousing me, bringing me to life during this quiet time. I reach my hand back to touch your hip slipping down to stroke you, wonderfully hard, long and responsive. In my musings, I roll in your arms to my back, and draw you to cover me with your body before you fully open your eyes.
We make love as you are waking, you slide inside completely in one smooth stroke, holding for a moment until my own arousal buds making a slick passage. We kiss as you begin. Then you bury your head in my shoulder, thrusting your hips as my legs ride high to lock around you waist. I touch the straining muscles in your arms as you hold yourself from me. Your eyes are closed and you are focused on something I can’t see, but that I can feel. I feel it each time you move inside of me. I feel your pulse, your desire, your building need. I feel these things and I respond with my own desires.
The room is gray with early dawn when our breathing breaks the silence of the night. Gentle pants and sighs as the morning spell keeps us in our cocoon of love.
Your hands reached for mine, pulling them above us on the pillow. Palms pressed together, your body lowered to mine as we pick up the pace. The weight of you always arouses me, the feeling of you over me, and inside of me as I wrap my legs around you tight. My hips move with yours, a dance that has been rehearsed throughout time. We seem to do it so well. And I can’t help thinking that we were doing it much better than others were.
I smiled at my musing and you looked in my eyes. A window to your soul is shown and reflected in mine.
When we meet together in the final heightening passions of our love, I am always on fire. You never cease to amaze me with your power to make me completely free and open when you rest between my thighs. For that moment with my body shaking, I think I can fly. When your head falls to my chest and you hold me, I know that together we did fly if only for a moment.
Forgive me of my musing. I wanted to tell you that you are missed this morning. You are missed every morning that I wake up without you by my side. On the plane this morning, I will imagine you waking to find this letter in my place. Closing my eyes, I’ll see you there, reading, smiling, stroking.
I’ll be thinking of you, thinking of me. I’ll be thinking of you, and squirming in my seat. That should thrill the person next to me, eh?
The coffee pot is on in the kitchen, and I took your favorite shirt with me for the flight. The soft feel of the cloth, the smell of you on my skin, helps me to leave out in the early morning light.
And just in case you need to hear it again, there are a few more letters lying around in places that only you will see.
Always,
Me
~Marie~
Thank you dear sweet friends for your support and keeping this small part of the PoF forum going. Your gorgeous musings are greatly appreciated hugz and smootches ~Muwah~ | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/10/2007 9:31:07 PM |  welcome back 
yeah...we kept your side warm  | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/10/2007 9:44:44 PM |  Hey Roxy........good to see ya again!
sometimes life is just
sometimes it is ...
sometimes it sucks!
Just know that it all is the same
for without the laugh....
we all may refrain...
from tomorrow....
just is....
let it be.....
be calm......
another sun will shine....
another lust will dawn!
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/10/2007 10:00:26 PM | A lovely story roxy and it's nice to have you back and bursting with energy.
To graze within your eyes I always see
The twinkle of the sun as it slides
Gently into focus on the horizon
That deep sultry green riding horses in the field
When no ones there but me
A woman climbs outside her sleepy bed
Ascending high upon the winds that touch her skin
Naked and unashamed she dreams in fantasy
Of natures fury lashing out its stormy sea
Close your eyes and feel the break of day
Let it take you to a place outside yourself
Where passion is a breaking star
Showering energy as fine as downy hair
Brushing over your glistening form
In tingling branches of a dream
Its dew shared. | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/11/2007 8:45:36 PM | Magnificent souls...with endearing sexy and thoughtful minds that is what you are! Such dear wholehearted supporters whom I adore and think of daily. Thank you all once again for your luv! Muwah!
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I hear it in your voice. I see it in the way you look at me. You show it when you lick your lips after saying my name. As if the very mention of my existence should be caressed by your tongue. You wonder what I would feel like underneath you. You want to touch me, to smell my skin. It’s all possible. Close your eyes and picture me.
I’m behind you. You hear footsteps and instantly know it’s me. You turn to see my smile of recognition. As usual, I’m happy to see you. I lace my fingers with yours as I move into you. You wrap your arms around me, trapping my hands behind my back. You lean in towards me. Slowly, hesitantly with a question in your eyes. I part my lips and tilt my head, granting permission.
The kiss is gentle and explorative. You test the waters. I open my mouth wider to give our tongues more room to play. You release my hands to stroke my ass. My hands frame your face as we move closer still. You can smell my perfume. It’s exotic, floral, and just what you expected. The kiss deepens as your hands roam over my body, committing the feel of my shape to memory. Your mouth moves to my neck, your hand on the back of my head, as you taste my warm skin.
You back me up against the wall. You wrap both of my wrists in your strong hand and raise my arms above my head, holding me in place. Your other hand undoes a button on my blouse. You slowly trail a finger against the skin you’ve exposed. You explore my collarbone, tracing the curve underneath my blouse towards my shoulder.
You undo another button. The tops of my breasts are visible. You can see the sheerness of my bra… the shadow of cleavage in the cleft between my breasts.
Another button. You see my nipples harden, straining against the bra’s fabric. You trace the dark areolas with your fingertip.
Another button. The full, round shape of my breasts are visible. You cup them, one by one, cataloguing the sensation.
Another button. A very light trail of hair starts above my belly button. You tickle this spot with fluttering fingers.
The last button. The trail of hair continues into the waistband of my jeans. You trace this rim of cotton around my waist, dipping a finger and teasing the sensitive skin at the base of my spine. My hips push forward as you unsnap my pants. You release my hands and inhale slowly. You watch my hands fall to my sides, waiting on my reaction to freedom and my state of undress.
My hands encircle your neck as I take a step apart. You breathe an almost inaudible sigh of relief. You grab handfuls of my pants. Pulling, you lower yourself with them. You put your face in my crotch. You hadn’t expected my **** to smell so sweet. I look down to watch you linger there, your nose at the v of my damp slit. Your eyes are closed as you press your face into the sheer fabric of my panties and breathe deeply.
I place my hands on your shoulders as you remove my shoes, jeans, and panties. You rise slowly, running your hands up the length of my heated physique. Your hands reach my bra and stop abruptly as if assaulted by the thin material. You quickly undo the clasp and pull it from my arms. You take a step back and wonder at the notion of having me gloriously naked in front of you. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of my nakedness. I boldly meet your gaze as we stare into each other’s eyes. Your eyes travel over my skin, caressing me as if it were a touch. You have a knowing smile on your face. You step in, outlining my face with your hands. You kiss me, thoroughly, completely ……weakening my knees. My breath catches in my chest. This passion is the most intense I’ve ever known.
Your tongue probes every corner of my moth. Our tongue’s frenzied dance quickens my pulse. You release me to look deeply into my eyes. I see another question there. I whisper, “Yes,” in response.
You move me to the bed arranging me on my side. I hear you remove your clothes and then you are with me, spooned against my backside. Your hands begin a gentle journey of my body. Starting at the curve of my breast, sliding slowly over my ribcage, moving down into the indentation of my waist, back up over the curve of my hip, over my thigh and behind my leg up to where my ass and thigh meet. You play with the rounded shelf my full ass displays.
You lift my leg and place it behind me, over your hip. You reach around to find my moist center. You insert a finger and move in light circles, enjoying the sounds my wet puss makes. The head of your erection presses against my dripping hole. Ready for you. In one fluid motion, you bury yourself deep inside me. Filling me. I can feel your pubic hair on my ass and I revel in the thought that I have all of your wonderful manhood inside me. My muscles contract to hold you firmly in place. You begin to slide out unhurriedly. You enter me again at a leisurely pace. This feeling is bliss.
I concentrate on my muscles, keeping my puss tight, enveloping you. You plant yourself deep inside and rotate your hips, furthering your penetration. Your hands move to my breasts. The nipples are tight and hard. A soft moan escapes my lips. This slow, smooth love is what you knew I’d like. My moans deepen and become louder. Your pace quickens as you bite and suck on my back and neck. I can feel the heat of the bruises as you leave your mark on my flesh.
Your fingers and mine tangle together above our heads. With your free hand, you pinch my nipple and squeeze it roughly. I cry out in pain/pleasure, unsure where one ends and the other begins. I am pushing my ass against you, silently begging for release. You finally release my nipple and reach down to touch my clit. I gasp and that fuels your fire. You trace your finger along the lips of my sex feeling the way your erection is stretching my puss open. Just for you. You increase the tempo of your hips, slapping yourself against me. You place your hand firmly on my hairless mound to ensure the deepest excavation possible.
My moans are increasing in volume and frequency. You can tell from the sounds I am making that I will cum soon. You finger my clit and my head moves back into your shoulder. I climax, squeezing your hand and gripping the sheets. I yell your name, over and over again as an intense white-hot heat surges through me. You continue ravaging my puss with your erection and hand until I feel your body begin to spasm. Your face is in my hair, breathing in my scent. You growl deep in your chest. The sounds you are making and your fingers bring me to another orgasm. It starts at my sensitive clit, underneath your fingertips and radiates outward, rippling through every nerve. I can feel spurts of your hot cum filling my sacred space. You whisper my name as your body stills. I can hear a smile in your voice. We are silent as the power of what happened consumes us. I don’t want to break the silence, but I feel compelled to tell you what has been true from the first time you smiled at me………
“I belong to you.”
You let the revelation sink in, glowing in it’s magnitude.
Never doubt, what we shared was real. You can have me anytime, anyplace...Just close your eyes and picture me.
~M~
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/12/2007 6:27:20 AM | So good to see you back Sweet SwEt.........This place is just not the same without you....
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/13/2007 3:58:34 PM | SOFT DID I LOVE HER.
Soft did I love her
In the quiet sense of a young dawn’s rise
That serenity, the beauty of her waking smile
When the night’s stars lost themselves
To softly light the love in her eyes
And did I love her in a gentle style
As a red glow of dawn streaks heavens’ fashion
I drew her to loves’ attention
Lifting her heart to the dawning skies
To be lost in the scarlet of my dawns’ passion
Soft did I love her
In this rise to young nature’s welcoming light
Gentle was my touch to this garden’s pleasure
To open soft new buds of a flowers’ energy
To arouse the core of passion’s delight
And to open the petals of a rosy treasure
So sweet kiss-tongue a rise which releases the dew
That the moan is morning’s call
To bring true the dreams of a scarlet night
Awakened emotions are matched to a day’s renew
Soft did I love her
As sweet dawn kissed a moon to horizons’ bed
Misting herself into a haze of turquoise morning
So in that velvet time did I softly love
Till all colours fused into a mad days’ red
And we powered this energy’s storming
All earth’s track is lost to no time’s fantasy blur
As saturation’s sweet waters blend
So is shared passions to our dear vanity spread
Thus, came the dawn… And...
Soft did I love her. | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/13/2007 4:15:58 PM | Oh vulvic mass come forth and drown me in your waves of lust
for this time I swear I'll swim with the tide of your pelvic thrust
The salty brine I long to taste
upon my lips
upon my face
I bask naked in the radience of your body that is my beach
I pause to place my ear to a conch
all I hear is the gentle moans of pleasure that demand a response
and as I fold in pleasures deep
I close my eyes
content
warm
speechless
yet fulfilled
and tanned with the ambience of your lust | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 9/14/2007 12:54:37 AM | THE SENSUAL MYSTIC.
He arrives, soft in dark dream’s apparel
Drifting in smoke’s haze to infiltrate your mind
No frame to contour this shapes’ limitation
Or depth of time’s element which consciously bind
The Sensual Mystic gives dark depth to mystery
With eyes of pierced age, darkened to intensity
Does he whisper to you, with no sounds
Bending down, to kiss-breathe your sleeping eyes
And you open them to this dream’s scenery
A secret world of mystical colours, of sensual paradise
Then you see him, naked in youthful spirit’s pose
That you feel how the sweetness of sensuality grows
Does he lay you to a softer bed, a heaven’s cloud
And you see his breath come as scented intoxication
Breathe you deep, strong becomes the sexual desire
That you are willed to a dream-mind’s sweet dedication
His fingers float in love’s time over a quivering drape
No touch, yet you feel the fire of your body’s hot rape
Your mind is now lost to a dear confusion’s storm
The back arches up, accepting the secret penetration
You feel his force of entrance in an energy’s bolt
And you sob loud to the joy of this wonder’s interaction
Though the Sensual Mystic drifts in a blue-smoked cloud
Still you feel his love-spurts, from the wand so proud
Electric is the fire and now thunder bolts the noise
So you feel the drifting sense of amorous levitation
Lifting you up to the heights of pure orgasmic climate
That love’s fiery juice flows, a full ocean’s estimation
So you are drawn up to scenes of an unknown Paradise
Loved through the depths of the Sensual Mystic’s eyes
In sleep have you experienced the wash of drama’s love
Known the power of the Mystic’s hands within illusion
That you dreamed and carried out your experiments
Was it your own gentle fingers which were the intrusion
Know, dear Lady, that your dream was not in vain
Close up your eyes and let the Sensual Mystic come again. | |
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| Viking Quotes
Posted: 9/14/2007 2:25:45 PM | Erik's Book of "Not So Well Known Quotes" shares;
From a WW2 Paratroop Commander while drinking coffee and bragging to a tactical General: "My men are ready! Trust me, we're good to the last drop!"
- Erik -   | |
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| Mon Ami...
Posted: 9/16/2007 8:22:38 PM | Tonight will undoubtedly bring you to greater pleasure than you have ever experienced. Now you know me, and my style, and the fact that I've never been one to brag. But mon ami, if you take my hand and let me lead you there, this evening will set your entire body aflame and then a shiver.
This ecstasy can only be achieved if you very carefully...closely follow the rules of the game. You see, I have designed this game specifically for you. But again, you will have to follow all of the instructions to the letter in order to receive the euphoria you so richly deserve.
Rule number one is that you have to wear the clothing that makes you feel the most sensual. I don't care what type of clothing it is, I don't care what color, and I don't care what material. As long as you feel sexy, it will most definitely work. The sexier you feel, the more of a sexual animal you will be.
Which leads me to rule number 2-check your fears and all of your inhibitions at the door. You must be willing to experience the limitless depths of your own sexuality. There is no sexual avenue I will not navigate in order to satisfy all of your carnal desires fully and consistently.
The third and final rule is to show up on time. If you walk through the door after 8 PM, I am afraid I will have already gone. So therefore, time is of the essence. Every second is another opening for an intense unimagined sensation.
If you are cooperative, there will be a special surprise for you in the end. If you follow all of the rules, there will be a special surprise for the next 365 days. However, if you participate, follow all the rules, and cooperate, then you will be given a special reward each of the next 365 nights. But that is up to you, so we shall see what pleasure you want to experience and for how long you want to experience it. More importantly how long you will last...
~M~
"I adore you all...thank you for keeping this space alive...MUWAH!" | |
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| Looking in the mirror
Posted: 9/16/2007 9:15:45 PM | Gone is the graceful nymph-like child with slender form
at 29 she checked her body in at the door of the local hospital
and on this very day gave birth to her dreams
a softness covers the fragile bones
with motherhood and the scent of baked cookies for nursery school
and as she gazed in the mirror her eyes spoke of temptress
long limbs firm and capable of carrying the weight of
little bodies to bed as sleep came quickly to their innocent chubby forms
the joy was clearly seen in passing windows on the streets
in the gym as she walked towards meaning on the treadmill of determination
youth was being passed on to the next generation
but wisdom was shining from eyes who had witness its birth
the temptress sang as a siren on long nights of windswept beauty
infrequent escapes from the reality of life
to adopt the role of vixen in mischievous spurts of energy
the years tread softly on her scars
transparency illuminated by softer lights
moonlight on the balcony
her face became the moon
fuller than the urchin now and touched by a hint of blush
and lip red courage to immortalize the sensual inner self
at 39 she had watched a mountain grow out of a hill
a miracle of twins filled her arms and soul
the pale white skin of hidden wonders
covered now with looser frocks of snow blown linen
she felt more like a nude painted on the portrait of time
by the masters touch
magazines were hidden beneath a pillow of her yearning
at 49 and at the prime of her life
still saved from lines that tell her story
she could glance into a pond and see the ripples erase the years
an inner beauty started to take over where nature forgot
her eyes now spoke of the passion of living
the fullness of richness
she would sit and read of tantric secrets
in a terrarium filled with tropical ferns
and swimming children
watch me mummy their eyes would say
as her eyes hid the lessons which she learned
for her time to play
and as she gazed into the mirror once again and asks the question
is this still me who searches for a trace of youth
the simmering brown eyes smile in contentment
perfection isn’t in the touched up magazines air brushed with slender deers
their eyes still a little filled with fear
these eyes know of passion
the secrets of the transformation
it’s all about being a woman
she is not afraid to look ahead to the next ten years
the embers have survived the storm. | |
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| Looking in the mirror
Posted: 9/24/2007 1:42:01 PM | Hiya Roxy...girleeeeee....! Still misses ya here! Thought I might play!
Lady wanders in between what is real and whats a dream
Showing breasts and skin alive...velvety milky colour of white!
Long and flowing like her hair....wearing black lace of very rare
Covers just her waist and nipples
slippers on her feet are mostly bare
Long and lovely black lace sheath.....
open in places for all to see......
Lips of deepest darkest red......
eyes that remind one of a Cat!
Green and glowing......pupils showing......
Smirky grin.......her soul is glowing!
Licks her lips....and purrrrrrsssss and smiles
"Baby......make my time ....worthwhile!"
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| Looking in the mirror
Posted: 9/25/2007 5:18:37 AM | Thank you Autumn....Jules....Simply marvelous! You ladies astound me with your glorious talents. Muwah!
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Beads Of Sweat
In the small of my back
floats a perfect drop of sweat,
no alluring feature does it lack:
musty, tempting, wet.
Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threaten to break,
but with a light caress of my hand
the bead does not join the wake.
Drifting across the rise of my hips,
tickling, whispering, nibbling my skin,
goose bumps rise to meet my lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.
With an arch of my back the journey begins,
the perfect drop sails over delicate flesh
completely unaware of our delicious sins,
it rides over my skin to where our bodies mesh.
I turn to my side, it travels around the world
to drift down the valley between rising hills
and exit again to a new land unfurled,
ready to take part in our sensual thrills.
He chases its descent down my graceful neck,
the drop rises then pauses at the crest of my chin
like a sea faring gull aboard a ships deck.
But with the top of my lip I brush the drop in
To tide pools churning beneath my lovers mouth
and up over the swell of my lip.
His eyes look north, my hands move south,
He pauses for a moment and then takes a sip.
And for the drop tis at it's journeys end
He shares the sweet drop with a lovers kiss.
I opens my legs, my knees bend,
and we drift on a sea of sensual bliss.
~M~
I wrote this while listening to Maroon 5 "Secret" | |
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| Viking in the house
Posted: 9/25/2007 6:17:12 AM | Erik's Viking Dictionary defines,... nibbling
The offspring of two nibs!
- Erik - Hehehehe,... | |
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| Viking in the house
Posted: 12/1/2007 9:30:56 PM | On windy nights I feel the call
Of passion’s greed
By candlelight
Reflections of a glimpse inside
The untamed walls of naked flight
The trees bestow the melody
Unbeaten rhythm and unspent lust
Hands that want to stroke the flame
A timeless trance
The tingling verses of the rain
Beating upon the naked kiss
Of desire and love’s refrain
Come to me when the moon is full
In sweetness taste of mother’s milk
Long kisses drowning by the fire
Glistening eyes and tender silk
Unclothed whispers, undaunted words
Thoughts spoken with fingertips
The wind igniting nature’s rise
In languid glance and moistened lips
To quell the mercies of unwritten trust. | |
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| Tender Weapons...............
Posted: 12/5/2007 7:28:55 PM | Things that make my heart stop...................
for a moment....like a clock.
Little things layin' around here;
I find on the Holidays........................................
while searching for cheer.
It's those little things that bring me close....................
again to you.
Like the last Christmas ...we shared.
Pictures ......cards........ornaments;
hearts.
Those little things that somehow......................................
are still so dear!
I could hide them ....yet I don't.
Hide them better places......
yet I won't!
From my heart they made me smile;
while now....
I just cry.
The pictures all so perfect.
The cards...............................
all so innocent.
How they keep me wondering ..............
still.
If my heart is of their will.
If the house burnt down..........
with all my things............
even those that do not please me?
Would I still be afflicted with this nasty disease?
Or would I be cured................
feel.......happy.........more free?
Hard to say........................................
harder to know.
My heart.........wants out...................................
my hands......
won't go .........there!
WTF????? | |
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| Finding True Love Again
Posted: 12/7/2007 9:34:46 PM | Finding True Love Again
I know what it's like to be alone
Rainy nights spent on my own
Tossing and turning in my pain
Lovers I lost in yesterday's rain
I have felt these tears in my heart
Crying eyes praying for a new start
Constantly searching all these years
Dreams merging with my silent tears
Of a soulmate lover with eyes of blue
Will today be the day that I find you
I hear your voice cry out to a dark sky
I see your broken wings yearning to fly
I feel your heart seeking to be strong
Your soul seeking a place to belong
Come with me darling we'll fly away
To a sunshine land where love will stay
In our hearts where love finds a home
Across miles of golden sand we'll roam
Hand in hand souls forever entwined
To find love true and peace of mind
Birds will sing and church bells chime
Celebrating love that lasts for all time.
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| Lost Lust.
Posted: 12/8/2007 6:39:55 PM | Where are ya sweet sWeT?...I say your thread up and got myself all greased up ready for some naked twister and too much wine...
O Well...guess it's up to me to heat things up...
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Taste.
Can't get last night out of my mind..
Smell of your perfume as I opened the door..
The way it assaulted my reason, bringing the crooked grin to these lips..
Setting candles like you did, leading me to the den of our Lost Lust..
It was a hot day's work, and I carried the scent of animal..
I remember wondering, if you knew what you where getting yourself into..
Bedroom door was ajar..
I could see you put the red light on..
I let out a soft growl, you know the one..
It always got you wet..
Pushed the door open and there you were..
Lying on the bed, legs open, you didn't know I was there..
I love watching you rub her..
You looked at me and smiled, that smile, the seductive one...
mmmmmmm...
I just stood there, watching you, your tongue tracing your strawberry lips..
Your fingers tracing your pussy over the red lingerie..
I love the way they push your tits together..
Another soft growl, this time you wore the grin..
Your eyes lite up, and you moved away, you could see the raw look I held..
I bared my teeth, ever so slightly, and walked slow to the bed..
Your scent filled me, tonight, there would be no making love..
I reached and pulled you close to me, by the hair..
Tasting those sweet lips, entwining my tongue in yours..
You pulled me closer, drawing your nails across my back..
I picked you up, and we slammed against the wall..
Your hot pussy pressing against me..
Yessssssss.....
You reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, and rubbed my hard c*ck..
I tore off those panties, and tossed them to the ground..
You led me there, and I plunged in, hard, making you gasp..
Deeper, deeper, harder, faster......
Yesssssss......
The warmth of your pussy against my c*ck..
Your hot breath teasing my neck..
I took it out and threw you on the bed..
Ripped of my jeans and climbed between your legs..
I licked your stomach, while I caressed your tits..
Squeezed your nipples as I made my way slowly higher, higher...
You pushed me back and then pushed me down hard..
I lay back as you gripped my c*ck and found your way down my stomach..
Teased me while you slapped it against your cheek, crooked grin and man, the look in those eyes..
I grabbed your hair and you took it in your mouth, up and down, faster, deeper..
Yessssss...
Couldn't take it anymore..
I need to fvck you.
I turned you over, I love the way you arch that back...
Pulling your hair as I fvcked you hard, and I mean hard..
I told you to cum all over my c*ck, and you did..
Over and over again...
I pulled out and turned you over..
Put your legs on my shoulders, and plunged deep, over, and over..
Harder, faster...
You cried out for me to fvck that pussy..
And I did, O Yes, I Did...
The candlelight blurred..
Walls swayed..
Nothing but this, here, now..
Your eyes, mine, locked together outside of time..
Your nails across my back..
Our moans entwined by the sound of a climatic clench..
You told me to cum as your hand rubbed that pussy hard..
I did, you did, together in a tidal rush...
mmmmmmmm....
Yessssssss.....
We lite a smoke, staring into each-other's eyes the way you do..
The candles where just about out..
You kissed my chest and nuzzled against me..
Didn't need words, they had no place..
I kissed your forehead, and you pushed your lips to mine..
I saw that look again..
Yesssssss........................................................
I can't get last night out of my mind................
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