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(She......)

diving headfirst into words
as the midnight air curls around
and tickles my toes
blushing at his thoughts

I am carried into his bed
lying there now as his words are
now whispered

hands touching
delicate…
hot….
aching…..
flesh

fingers touching lips….speechless
to the neck….breathless
eyes never leaving mine
fingers dancing across fields of heated nerves until
the sweetness that I hold for him
is found

sensations take over
rubbing circles around and around
body shaking (yes, right there)
moaning (wanting to cry out)

looking in eyes with feverish passion
while these eyes open and close
my hand finds his
(maybe he will slow down)

faster …
more pressure…
eyes still on me
body losing control…
sheets intertwined between fingers and toes
kissing me …
more circles (maybe cylinders)

moans entering his mouth ..
and they must be sweet and he can’t get
enough

letting go
arching the back
breathing hard yet hardly breathing
legs weak
hands limp
breathless..
speechless..

eyes opening
only to find a flashing screen
of heated letters
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Make love to me nice and slow.

Make me pour out to you all my heart and soul.

Make love to me,make it sensually last.

We got all night so don’t go to fast.

Make love to me, stoke my body with your finger’s,

go up and down.

We don’t need no music.

Our moaning will be the sound.

Make love to me,

make my body tremble from head to toe.

Tomorrow my family and friend’s will see me glow.

Make love to me, make me feel that burning fire.

And you shall become my forever one true desire.

Make love to me without making me feel insecure and used

.With you i don’t wanna feel emotionally confused.

Make love to me, and after we’re done,lay down close to me, hold me tight.

It’s OK you can spend the night.
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She said.....

Baby, you whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me…
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison…
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me…
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting…
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
But…
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream…
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name…
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh…
”A gasp for air”
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love…
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can’t get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me."
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Tonight I Dont Want
That Sweet Love
Tonight I Dont Want
That Slow Love

Tonight I Want That…
Room Shaking
Bed Board Breaking
Boards Rattling
Moaning
Screaming
Cussing
Ass Smacking
Hair Pulling
Legs Quivering
Lips Trembling
Eye Rolling
Hand Shaking
FUC KING

I Want That Oragsm Bustin' Sex
I Wanna Feel Every Inch Inside
I Want You To Pound Me

I Dont Want Sweet Kisses
Or Gentle Moves
I Dont Want Soft Touches
Or Long Strokes

I Want It
Hard
Fast
Rough

I Want To
Scream
Moan
Yell
Holler
Grip The Sheets

Hit It
From The Back
From The Front
From The Side

Missionary
Doggy
Sixty-nine
Froggy

I Dont Care What We Do
Or How We Do
As Long As You Make Me
Scream Daddy......

And You FUC K ME HARD
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How can you ache and crave for someone’s touch
When you have never felt it?
I do this for yours, though,
And the yearning grows more each day

I have never wanted anything in my life
As much as I want you
When you whisper such sweet love
In my ear when we talk

You make me melt into a puddle
Of complete helplessness
You have become my every waking thought
And my every dream at night

I breathe in so hard
Trying to catch my breath when we can’t talk
I close my eyes so tight
Hoping when I open them you will be there

But I know I have to wait
Until the time is right
It seems so far away
That I think I am losing my mind

I want to breathe in your scent
And keep it with me all day long
I want to taste your love for me
By kissing your sweet lips

I want to feel your body next to me
So when you leave for awhile I can hold on
I just want you to know
That I really do love you

When the day comes and we are together
You will always know and feel this
I will always hug, kiss and love you
Every moment of the day and night

…You will never have another touch unfelt
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You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me…
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison…
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me…
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands on my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting…
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
But…
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream…
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name…
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh…
”A gasp for air”
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love…
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can’t get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me
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I know your good at lying
You’ve got the lips for spinning webs
One slip of the tongue can build a tower
A tower can live in together
We can grow old in the little house of lies
The strong castle you built for me
Sit by the fire, fed by fairytales you tell
And tell each other more lies all night
So, lovely liar, would you you tell me one lie?
That I mean more than anything?
It really would be wonderful if you lied
And told me how much you love me

Don’t lie. you’re good at lying
You know what everyone wants to hear
One or two minutes and you got them smiling,
Even if it isn’t the whole truth nothing but
You and I could smile for hours, you know
I can tell the little things that drove us crazy
No doubt you’ll smile at that
Then you can lie and say you love me,
You can lie and tell me how much better
Life got for you once I stepped in
It’d surely make me smile it you lied
And told me how much you loved me

No one knows, but i know your good at lying
You’ve got the sincerity in your voice
for telling tales
One word can build a boat
A boat we can live on together
We can sail the sea of lies on the rowboat
The indestructible rowboat made of are lies
Every single lie you told me
And I wont mind if you lied
And told me how much you loved me.

“It fits both, not just one, I think”

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A Lonely day
It’s not mine
It’s the greatest day of my life
But today it is not.

More lonely days
Much to come by
Days in the lonely time
Tonight is the lonely night

Tonight is the lonely day of my life
Where I lied in the lonely bed
The star I watch was lonely in the night skies
Some day the star won’t be lonely

The morning breeze
The lonely morning breeze rises up
The day is the lonely day of my life
These days I can make it happen
Today is the lonely day

A lonely day
It’s not mine
It’s the greatest day of my life
But today it is not.

“We All Have A Look A Like”

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If its not true,dont say it,if its not yours, dont take it and if its not right, dont do it!!!!Look deep...
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It’s not in the white that you really think,
Nor is it in the black.

It washes over us as we peer into the gray.
For in the white, all seems well.

The gray is hidden, and the brightness
Makes us grin and close our minds.

And in the black…we cannot dare to look.
It is what we do not want to see.

It reigns in the shadows of our souls.
Out of fear we turn our back.

But when we dip into another realm,
Such as October in the evening,

The sky is one even cloud,
and the world is cold and gray.

The bare trees bend,
and dead leaves rustle with angry wind.

It is a very ghastly calm,
But this is when we can truly see.

It is not so black that we run away,
Nor is it so white that we look it past.

It is where we can rethink things.
It is on these days when I ponder

As I gently swing in the park,
Revisited by my haunting thoughts.

Of the white and of the black,
This is when we can only see

What truly lies within us.
It is hidden in the eerie gray

That dwindles and totters…
And soon washes away.
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If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you dont!
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch that you wont.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind!

If you think you’re outclassed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself
before you can win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the strongest or fastest man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can!
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"FIVE REASONS I LOVE POSTING POETRY."

1. It helps build your brain.

The power of the metaphor, simile, parallel… figurative language is not only a good way to put things into perspective, but metaphors are easier to remember than a complex set of interactions. This is a way to grasp deeper meaning from perhaps a very mundane, or complex identity. It builds an understandable identity with which to contrast that is easier to grapple and engage in, in the process building pathways in your brain that would have been stopped cold otherwise.

And poetry exercises this muscle by encouraging figurative language providing a sounding ground for your ideas, feelings, reminiscences by putting them into a concrete perspective.

2. It’s therapeutic.

A dialog of one is still a dialog, and like journal writing provides an amiable outlet to vent our feelings. Not only that but we end up with something that is tangible and durable product of the struggle while coming to terms with it.

It is something we can show off, or keep around for a rainy day to either entertain ourselves, work on, or reminisce what you were thinking that day when you wrote it. It’s a little snapshot of your soul and what you were thinking when writing it.

This can grow into something new as you revise and/or write more as a poem can be never really finished. Thus it has the possibility of being exhaustless, while providing a forum for expression & understanding.


3. That tool you’ve developed is versatile.

Once you get the hang of writing poetry, there’s almost nothing you can’t do with it. It is an alternative form of communication. If you don’t believe me just look at all the greeting cards out there with this wit or wisdom scrolled up in Gothic lettering on every subject. It is a font of the English language, it’s just up to you what you want to put it up to.

I’ve written poems to magazines urging articles, I’ve used them to barter services and better grades in classes, I’ve written them to girlfriends. I’ve gotten people to laugh. They can be as complex or simple as you want to make them into, and I’ve found any place that required a logical argument, could always be appended with a poem in favor/or against something as well to clarify the position/picture, because after all, it’s just communication if on a more deeper level.


4. It encourages deeper intrapersonal relationships.

As you write, not only do ideas bloom, but you do also. Your vocabulary gets broader, your understanding about relationships between ideas grows and how this affects you and the world comes closer together. My biggest problem in dealing with people was not knowing whom I was, somewhere between egoless and consumer. Writing poetry enables the I in Identity, from which you can clearly communicate the you to the you in someone else.

People aren’t always going to be able to understand you, but writing poetry gives you an opportunity for personal space in which to critically think while expressing yourself to others in a coherent picture. Doesn’t mean you’ll come off all-knowing and wise, but that you’ll be given an opportunity to effectively communicate at your own pace which can come at a premium in this busy world.


5. You are opening yourself up to a wealth of human knowledge

By writing, you are doing the legwork in understanding other poets. There are as many ways to read poetry as there are people, but when you start thinking in a language are you more easily able to understand another in that language. There are thousands of poets and each of them write to different aim. Figurative language, prosody, sonics, description, narrative are all a language unto themselves and some will come easier for you to write than others, as well as understand.

Poetry is a forum for exchange, not a universal language.

PS:- Thanks for taking the time to stop and read this.......

~DeVine.

“We All Have A Look A Like”

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I think of you when I get out of bed.When I say my morning prayers.I think of you when I take a shower dreaming of you there.I think of you all the time.I just wonder if you ever think of me???
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She confided in me.....

"I am … A woman...
With a full heart, hidden
Somewhere in an empty room …
With eyes not quite of autumn’s gold, and yet
Neither all of summer’s green;
I wonder …
If love is a tale made for children –
A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence –
A honey-coating to help their throats
Choke down the bitter draught …
I hear …
A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,
Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw
Another breath unless this spectre be unmasked,
His lies mangled ‘neath my righteous tread;
I see …
A woman, proud, uncompromising,
Diaphanous as air — less, even, than the tears
That fall in desolation about her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground …
I want …
A measure of quietude, a certain silence,
The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the wanting,
The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;
I am A woman, hidden …

I pretend …
That I can live forever — that Time
Has no puissance but that which I afford Him –
And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking …
I feel …
Too much — too deeply to be directionless,
Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes
Hold nothing of recognition — only my reflection –
A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;
I touch …
The downy wings of hope, in wonder,
In reverence, in need, in hunger;
Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,
A sacrilege, self-defined …
I worry …
That I am alone; that in my longing
I have forsaken all — but oh, what reward,
What smile divine should light the path to freedom –
And how can I but heed the siren’s call?
I cry …
For having too much, for fear of bursting,
And then, when by the pouring of my soul
I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again
For what was had, and lost;
I am A woman, empty …

I understand
That life is what you make it,
That sometimes, the coat of many colors
That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only
To loneliest of grey …
I say
That we are made by life, shaped,
Broken, perhaps — unmade and voided –
But always, the core of us remains, waiting
With only faith, with trust, to be reborn;
I dream
Of bluest waters, reaching
With unnatural hands toward the faded sky,
Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,
Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds …
I try …
To lead by example, knowing
That merely the telling holds no power;
A gift of giving is merely a day, while
A gift of knowing spans forever;
I hope …
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling
Wields nothing past the words it summons,
Except that it touch you with only healing …

I am A woman, only."

“Geez..”

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PESCreate wrote:
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??? I have no idea what you want from me.
I have a mailbox.
Geez, read inbox.

“Geez..”

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Laura Beth wrote:
I have posted to pest cretin maybe 7 times here. This was all after reading maybe 10-15 derogatory posts towards myself. I have no idea why she comes here with so many accusations she cannot back up . As a matter of fact she is the one posting all over these threads about me in a really weird way that makes no sense at all . I've come to believe she or he is not new at all. Just another sock playing games around here. It's like Rosa.... If you repeat it enough it must not be true. Rosa , like pest cretin repeats so much bogus stuff without anything to back it up.
So prest cretin , go on playing your topix weirdo games and befriend the lowest lives of ppl here. You know why you are friends with the bottom dwellers . As far as I am concerned you are all wrong posting your crap obsessively about me , like Rosa did.
In my book you are a piece of shite coming after me over and over again for no reason . As well as some really good posters here. Ya been here since July ? That's a load of crap ! You came on here in Juky with Gina blazing at a selective few. That's why your profile was banned like so many of the freaks here . You are so not new and your posts reveal that .
I talk to a selective few . You blabber nonsense all over the place like some wired up monkey on crack .
same like you, you can't backup your accusation to devine aren't ya?
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Caving in
From your pathetic jealousy
and sheltered anguish.

What ever happened to true love?
For with you, I feel nothing.

I want to feel like magic has touched
the very fabric of my soul.

I want to melt from within,
And caress her silk hair,
Staring into her emerald eyes
while I cum inside.
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Yesterday, I wrote your name in a dried up pen (as fitting as our dried up conversation) on a piece of loose leaf I ripped from a notepad.

I burned it with a match I found laying under a table in my apartment.

Gazing at some of the ashes gracefully fly away and lightly land on my porch, it reminded me of a pine needle floating so nonchalantly to its own undignified burial amongst a detritus –ridden forest bed.

Catching one discarded remain in my mouth, savoring the charred remnants of our ephemeral romance, I let it slowly dissolve on my tongue.

The same one I used to salaciously moan “Baby” and other filler words to you through the receiver while you baited me with your hooks of never-ending promise.

Can’t help but reflect on how effortlessly those words escaped our lips.

Candor and candelabra, I once thought, have become fabrications and Febreze plug ins.

Tawdry, yet still tempting.

So now.......

There is forever a piece of your burnt “love” blackened in my taste buds.

It tastes like apathy and dried up cum and the fire reeks of relapse.

~DeVine.
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Lay on my pyre
your tired looks. strained, singed smiles
ankles brush toes, fingers clash shoulders
bodies bang, bones clank
accidentally
jaws shut, mouths stay quiet
midsections separated
by a trying hand at decency
let’s stay discreet, they think
mutual masturbation doesn’t count as making love
slumber never comes
she is never asked to sleep on the floor
she is never asked to leave first thing in the morning
never asked to leave

when his girl finally calls
he rustles
but she is never asked to move
keep going, stay soaked, he moans
keep crackling, stay hot
before returning the call
his tongue clucks, her throat choked
dehydrated, clit swollen
she lies awake
all night
eyes shut
all night
orgasm finally comes
easier when he’s inside
but she forces climax
a circus seal, slippery & stolen
obligated to perform

sheets fly like broken banners
jubilee of unsung infidelity
this doesn’t count
all fires have to burn alive
to live
his coc k looks like an engorged match
her pus sies cum smells like
the smoldered effigy
strung up on a post
her body once a walking hearth
now just cinder, fumed lumber
discarded, forgotten dust
body just a wandering ghost
divan of dry leaves
pining for a spark

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Little kitten
I would
have your
purr
and
bristle fur
inside
of you
I'd be lion
strong
And you
could scratch
and cut
and use me
as your
post.
And I would
drink you
up
up up
my tongue
my throat
a
vestibule
in time
catching and
licking
and sucking
and taking
you in
sublime.
All fluid and
raw flesh
and blood
My hunger for you
is feline
cum canine
Bloodthirst,
this urge
this roar
inside of me
for you.
Animal intent
I am your
awakening,
the ache
to your throb
you pulse
through my veins
and I want
to be taken
in your claws.

You are not
submissive
and I am not
Domme
but you'd melt
in my paws.
Up high
Against a wall
I would carry you
on my shoulders
your back against
the wall
and drink and
breathe and
become your flesh
from within you
I'd break
and re-mould
and detail
the design
of your love
for me.

I would be
your strength
embodied
a boy of flesh
of depth
of passion
of friendship
fashioned
intrinsically
with love and
Oneness.

I can only be
the only one.

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