No Right Click HEATHER'S EROTIC POETRY

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3-Hour Phone Pleasures! A Bind of Black Silk A Caress
A Cry in the Night A Dance a dance with ice
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3-Hour Phone Pleasures!
by tigerjen
©

2 a.m.
phone call
lusty
vocabulary
whispered
as one plays
with
her jewel

deep voice
on other end
makes her crazy
with
excitement
lusciousness
wanting

5 a.m.
pleasure river
flows
down thighs
wishing
lover would
lap up
but only
in dreams

sweet dreams...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Bind of Black Silk by WriterDom  © 

A bind of black silk  across closed eyes   speaking softly  as if to reassure  I touch your hand  bring it's satiny touch  to lips and kiss  you smell of all things wonderful   I see lips quiver  then bitten  as if to hold back  thoughts I cannot read   hands open your gown  warm like the fire  against smallness of waist  unfamiliar, yet just as you dreamed  on those nights when  unfulfilled desires kept you awake  when the world was still   my breath quickens at your beauty  as gown gives way  falling  silently to the floor   too long to wait  moons went to sliver  to full, to new, to just a smile  too many times  as I wondered if the winds of fortune  would bring us together  only fitting she is in orange glory  on this fated night   "Down my fair princess,"  Strong hands on shoulders  push you to your knees  fingers tangle in your hair  my sword drawn  its heat against your lips  parting them, invading a void  turning fantasy into truth  turning a princess into a willing slave

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 A Caress
by microwave oeuvren
©  

A caress upon the shoulder, and a shudder at the touch
A rising, mounting tension as two hearts begin to race
Unleashing pent-up passions with the one they love so much
Fingers flow through flowing hair behind a smiling face

Slowly she removes his shirt, and he returns the favor
Hungry tongues indulging in their craving for a taste
Torn between desire to be lingering and savor
And giving in to pounding lust, to finish up in haste

They savor all the suckling, then their hands increase their roaming
His fingers find her eager, ready, knowing what she craves
Gentle, hot caresses start her shuddering and groaning
Sweet release and ecstasy, a chain of ocean waves

The surf is pounding harder as he consummates, with kiss
Her lustful throes of ecstasy, somehow fulfilling more
And as each wave is crashing she cries out in anguished bliss
Her pulsating contractions bring him closer to the door

Drenched in sweat and panting, still she makes one more ascent
And as she peaks, her insides quake--she pulls him through the gate
They thus convulse together ‘til all energy is spent
And then recline embracing as their sensual highs abate

A last caress upon the skin, a smile at the touch
A waning tension fizzles as two hearts, as one, unite
Lingering in nakedness with one they love so much
Then drifting off to slumber after one last kiss goodnight

 

    
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Cry in the Night
by mmmmsexy
©

Broken heart.
Broken Arrow.
Siren lured into night by sexy call.
Rabid?
Rapid!
Beating heart.
Strong arms pull into warm embrace.
Hips.
Soft lips.
Hard column.
Joining.
Spark ignites flame.
Hurry!
Thrusting.
Crashing.
Legs over shoulders.
mmmm
Yes!
Turn around.
Oh, yeah!
Animal snarls from another world.
Bites on back.
mmmm....ouch!
Crushing against!
Crashing into!
Cries of the wolf
blend with piercing screams
of Ecstacy.

 

    
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Dance

a look of desire reflects in soft green eyes
a soft smile spreads across sensuous lips
a smouldering lust burning deep within

hand slowly trailing between her breasts
caressing the soft curves of her belly
gently resting on her rounded hip

fingertips play on her taut thighs
hips rock slowly in small circles
holding his powerful gaze

painted nails tracing upturned breasts
nipples pushing out into firm buds
straining the confining fabric

breasts with harden tips arch at him
swollen in anticipation of a touch
she pauses just out of reach

her fragrance weaves its way through him
her dance is he knows for him alone
she sees just him her eyes afire

she melts in true submission to her knees
her wrists crossed she lifts her arms
begging for her Master’s touch

 

  
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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a dance with ice
by lilnoname
©

 a dance with ice
she takes the cube.
cold to her finger tip.
but starts a burning down deep.

she slowly slides it over her lips.
feeling the cold siping into them.
as the burning grows.
she licks the cube softly.
drawing it into her mouth.

then slowly she runs the cube down her neck.
her body shivering.
her eyes burning with wanting.
her body swaying on its own.

the cube sliding burning a trail.
down to her breast.
the nipples growing taunt.
as the cube slides over them.

the burning growing deeper now.
so cold yet such a hot touch.
as her moans grow.
she moves the ice downwards.

she slowly moves her hips.
as she slides the ice over her core.
teasing herself with the burning cold.
dancing wih the ice.
as the fire burns deep.
as she dances for her One.

 

      

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