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Picture This
by SexplorN
Undress me with your
mind
don't forget to take your time,
picture me with breasts exposed,
pinching, rubbing my nipples slow.
Vision my legs spread open wide,
with fingers moving deep inside,
pulling them out to take a taste,
pleasing myself without any haste.
Wishing you were here to play,
I guess we'll make it another day
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Drink
of Me, Lover by *~LunaErotica~*
Invisible
to mine eyes your touch burns
me stroking fingers through silken hair as
lips kiss and sip what I have
to give drink of me, lover
* I ache with longing
as you pay worship to
each peaked breast cupping
them, molding, memorizing,
seizing with your mouth,
circling drink of me, lover * Feather-light
touches trailing downward, skimming the
planes of my tummy kissing
closer to passion's flower
drink of me, lover * Teasing,
dancing lightly across parted-thighs fingers
dipping into sweet nectar,
tasting soft petals opened,
drink of me, lover
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A Too Brief Memory
by stillness
A
too brief memory
a passing glimpse
through a peephole
spying a playground
of possibility,
passion, promise.
Neck and body arching
kisses spinning
breath racing gasping
fingers firmly, tenderly
raking slowly up your thigh
stroking skin soft, sinewy
and hot through
stretched denim
a flushing heat
radiating down
your hips
reflexively heaving
muscles tensing
relaxing
in cadence with
quietly swelling moans.
Then rolling into
surrounding arms
mind still reeling
a subtle tremor passes
like a quiet relaxing wave
your body glowing
sighing silkenly
and smiling with
centered satisfaction.
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Abstract Passion
by Ellisyn
Our bodies in a tangle,
Satin skin and candle light,
Sweat pours from our bodies,
All we have now is this night.
Outside a storm is raging,
Lightening flashes brightly,
I feel your arms around me,
Holding me so tightly.
Lips meet in fevered passion,
I crush skin between my teeth,
Feel your length inside me,
Begging for release.
Capturing this moment,
And holding it forever,
Flying like a bird,
And falling like a feather.
Our skin feels like fire,
Our bodies are dancing,
Our limbs all entangled,
Our tongues are romancing.
Thunder tears through passion,
We gasp as we hit the brink,
Then lie side by side,
So tired I can't think.
Dreams of vivid color,
Waking to the dawn,
I watch you sleeping soundly,
I smile and I yawn.
Love was made for passion,
Dreams are smoke and fire,
The way I feel about you,
Can only take me higher.
Soaring through the heavens,
Your lips upon my skin,
We were made for this I think,
And I fall asleep again.
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Advice to a Younger Man
by Julia Rebecca
I
am a grown woman,
do not play with me.
I will not look away
when you give me the eye.
I will meet your gaze,
then take my turn and peruse your body.
I am a grown woman,
play with me at your own risk.
Flirt and tease and I promise
you will be the one to stammer,
you who were a child
when I first learned this game.
I am a grown woman,
experienced in strategy.
Reach out to brush my cheek
and I will not turn away.
Instead, I will capture those gentle fingers,
and nibble them until you squirm in your chair.
I am a grown woman,
advance and I will not retreat.
Care to dance?
The evidence of your desire will make me smile
and press close to you,
not blush and pull away.
I am a grown woman,
play with me and you play with fire.
Kiss me and my mouth will open
to draw your tongue within.
Retreat and my tongue will follow,
seeking a taste of you.
I am a grown woman.
I play to win.
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