#5828 Jan 26, 2013
Slick wet roads,
snow falling and you frolicked
seduced by innocence
layers peeled by frozen fingers
hot tongues, melting lips
painful needs traveling from
bullet nipples to whispering pussy
cluelessness turned to wisdom
Twister games come in handy
in the backseat of a Caprice
hips frantic in their
swallowing of my hand
fingers skimming, digging
teeth leaving half moons
on shoulders, thighs
snake of a tongue
and you implode
wet enough, slicked by sweat
cum and juice
peirced, held tight
the pain too sweet to bear
and we rocked my car
my voice harsh, hoarse
and then I was me again
only not me anymore
your first...by dashboardlight
#5829 Jan 26, 2013
She said with a glint in her eye....
"Do you know what you do to me?
I don’t quite think you do,
not everything, not always
not the way you should
not the way I want you to.
Do you know that my heart races
at the sight of “online”,
that I start to tingle at the sound
of your voice?
Do you know that my knees
go weak at your touch,
or that my stomach jumps
when you kiss me?
Do you know that the feel
of your tongue tangling with
mine does fabulous things
to my mind?
Do you know that your hands
on my body is the most
incredible feeling I have
ever felt in my life?
Do you know that the sight
of your glorious cock
straining towards me, wanting me,
makes my juices start to flow?
Do you know that when you
nuzzle my pussy it is all I
can do not to yell to world
how magnificent I feel?
Do you know that as you enter me,
I am taken to the plateau that
women have ached for, since
the beginning to man?
Do you know that when I cum
it is the most intense release
that I have experienced ever
in my life?
Do you know that as you keep
hammering into me and turn me
over, that the animalistic nature
of us is joyous?
Do you know that the sounds
you make when you cum is
music to my ears, because I
am the cause of it?
Do you know what you do to me?
Do you, DeVine?"
Since: Dec 12
#5830 Jan 26, 2013
How could a woman not know the impassioned love of a man
Not understand the aching pain of his love
See in his eyes the quaking fissures of his soul
The fervid wanting of bodies pressed together
Ardent need to smell her perfumed skin
How could a woman not understand a man’s imperturbation and strength
The restraint and strength upon which she throws herself
Not just in those moments when he is standing before her with a hungry appetite for
But in those moments when she is reduced to fragility
She is once again a little girl
Small whimpering child
Indubitably she can
Know the impassioned love of a man
Understand the aching pain of his love
See in his eyes the quaking fissures of his soul
The fervid wanting of bodies pressed together
Ardent need to smell her perfumed skin
Understand a man’s imperturbation and strength
When she looks deeply in his eyes
#5831 Jan 26, 2013
The wind blows a masculine cyclone towards filling her body with its powerful expression of tempting engorgement known to men as a wilderness of sprouting wood.
Her pensive stare towards her bed tells me she knows it has never been the answer she sought for her body’s endless pursuit of tender lips consuming her surging moisture of womanly passion.
A creature of special indifference she searches forward knowing that even her life offers delightfully unexpected joys.
Trickles of winding pain might find their way inside her empty cavity.
Any man might be captured to satiate her body’s endless flood of lust that she so carefully hides.
She cares to portray herself as the woman of his dreams but that image is an illusion to carefully distract him from understanding her need for his cradled blackness.
Within the blackness; that not even she admits to, lives their deepest desire that they might create a furnace of spurting soft butter inside her silky soft joyous invitation.
They are nothing except their entangled growing hunger to share that darkness of spurned powerful passion.
Still her men will try to look beyond her engrossingly gorgeous body that feeds their desire to settle upon her flesh as they taunt their bodies in anticipation.
For they are nothing more than bees which search for the flowers which it knows will answer its fullest desire for satisfaction of engrossing and gluttonous entertainment.
Together, lying in each others’ affliction of passionate craving, where those creatures knowingly search for the release that will gently turn her body rigid with unfettered delightful ecstasy that even a dancer cannot deny.
A slight smile plays on her lips as she contemplates where her body’s image displayed for another’s unrestrained entertainment might carry her own quest for knowing unbridled tenderness and passionate engagement of human matrimony that pulsates within her inner world.......
#5832 Jan 26, 2013
.........As her hair dangles down across her breasts what dark creature would be denied the desire to swirl her hair in its burning fingers as it secretly cuddles her coveted nipples for only her to know.
She can’t deny it when he runs that hair longingly across his face so that he might breathe in the fragrance of her animal aggression of compelling rutting.
Intelligence lives outside her and entices those creature that lure her in, to caress her shimmering flesh that pleas with him.
For unwilling is he that is her captive and the blackness that cradles his lustfulness bring forward a hardness that is hers to entreaty in hysterical yearning for succulent fulfilment.
Dressed in hidden nakedness is she.
He sleeps in his frustrated stupidity of repressed spurting calmness.
Is she the wind that will carry him forward?
For she is the goddess of lingerie, her image is drawing him unwittingly towards her; like the succulent new leaves search out the sun to keep life’s perpetual dramas unfolding.
Those arms of perfection so delicately draped at her sides, so tenderly relaxed for satisfying every manly body’s unrestrained quest for her naked body’s shimmering embrace.
Pretence is not beyond him for he would shed a tear for his satisfaction of that desire to be perfectly connected with her.
Darkest creature why do you dream with so many pensive hopes?
You must know in that void that envelopes you that she will wrap you up and open her body to the shared wild longing that surely waits, quietly ready to erupt in nature’s uninhibited copulation.
How can anyone deny too long that she is like a mother’s welcoming embrace for her new baby to their shared body?
As their minds carry them in togetherness, they see the world’s deepest beauty when they are joined in pyretic lust as one.
Oh darkness provide them with the contented contemplation that as a copulating couple of craving creatures, from beyond the walls hiding them as they were before, and deliver them life’s radiant propensity for passionate entanglement.
Afterward as every party to life volcanic organisms tentatively wonder, these human’s lye together such that the world opens up to them.
Hold still, for they must never stop trying to demonstrate the sustainable passion that lives within the beauty that is always living.
Always known by those who feast upon life’s early morning joy, passionate satisfaction may be an unknown jungle for her now but her perfect body’s abstraction is bound to tear apart that hidden vision; on nature’s endless path to continuous contentment.
#5833 Jan 26, 2013
“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”
Since: Mar 11
Rockin' USA ;)
#5834 Jan 26, 2013
WOW!! The Poetry Hour is ALIVE and WELL on Offbeat TONIGHT I see...DUDES..
DON'T TELL ME..
SHE STOOD YOU UP, AGAIN???
#5835 Jan 26, 2013
As I make my way down a one way street
Among the sorid array of seekers like me
I happen to take a wanton glance
At a woman who asks do I want to dance
As I look into her transfixed gaze
I hesitate for a moment somewhat amazed
Does she really want to take this one time chance
To turn her world upside down with my idea of romance
Since I’ve grown tired of those stuck-up little women
Who like to play games with no good intentions
I’ve settled on a special kind of girl
That shoots straight from her lips
So that I may devour her world
As we make our way to the other side of lust
And she slowly begins to reveal her wares
I notice for a brief but uncounted second
How lovely she is despite her lost and lonely stare
As I firmly grab her soft delicate breast in my surgical hands
And wrap my lips around her hard pointed pink and brown nipples
I think to myself if just for a moment
How I feel like a little kid lost in the world of candyland...
While sinking ever so slowly to her smooth and tender knees
She slips my c ock in her mouth with tenderness and ease
While bobbing in time up and down on my shaft
She looks at me with tenderness as her hands caress my ass
Minutes pass like hours while she pays homage to myself
However, I have other things in store for her as she ravages me with her mouth
I quickly pry my manhood away before she has the chance to say who’s boss
And throw her on the bed ready to show her how good I can get her off....
I tie her hands above her head as she looks at me frightened but secure in the act
I slide my tongue from forehead to toe then slowly very slowly I make my way on back
I settle in on her p ussy that men have already entered but never before consumed
And begin to play the instrument that makes her hips as well as her entire body begin to move
Softly she whispers for me to stop then willingly begs for me to continue
Her juices begin to flow like the rain in an impending summer storm
Up and down and from side to side she writhes and she moans crying for more of the this venue
I take it one step further as I slide my tongue deep into her slit
The dam has been broken for sure this time as the waves begin to crash around, and inside her clit.
She’s in the throes of unending passion as her body begins never ending convulsions
Her love milk keeps flowing emptying refilling like the deepest of the deep dark blue ocean
She begins to whine or cry if you’re so inclined as the thrill of her sex takes her higher....
She can’t seem to catch her breath with the pleasure that’s so inspired
I suddenly get on top of her eager to keep this going I lunge my c ock deep inside her folds of silk
While it grabs me and pulls me and sucks me to keep me pumping for that last drop of milk
The tears are rolling down her face as her p ussy keeps throbbing inside
Guttural moans of ecstasy tear through her throat followed by long and lingering sighs
I begin to change the rhythm try to slow it down just a pace
While I slowly try to dig deeper I begin to see the passion that’s written all over her face
Just for a little flavor I throw her legs higher into the air.....
I inch my dick into her flaps knowing that my tongue has loosened any tightness that was there
Once again she’s calling but this time it’s too much
F uck me, f uck me, f uck me my baby and then all was really lost
I explode deep inside her warmth with the force of a megaton bomb
I never felt such surrender before never felt as one and as we lay panting trying to catch our breath
The silence that took over was the sweetest silence one of fulfilling calm.
#5837 Jan 26, 2013
I'll keep you close to me. You
are what I desire to have at least
Caressing that body. Slowly. I
remove your clothes, slowly. You
lay in bra and panties, I retain only
boxers, pitching tent.
We want this. But no rush. I kiss those
full soft lips, we tongue. Only the
beginning. Kissing and nibbling on your
neck. Kiss down your chest, between your
I hold your soft supple belly, running my
tongue to your panty line. I bury my face,
tonging that deep navel. Kissing the inside
of those huge thighs, the bottom of feet to
sucking your toes.
As you sit up, I release those massive
mammories. Burying my hands in your
waist. Boxers lost; you feel that on your
back? Relax we just begun. Sweep away that
hair as to knead your back. I rub and massage from
shoulders to crack. Leaving light kisses.
Gently pulling those panties; I kiss the pussy,
sucking the labia. I lick the clit. Tasting the juices that
had been fermenting since the first kiss. Lapping it up
inside as legs lock behind me.
There isn't an inch of those breasts my mouth didn't
touch. Taking precision to the aureola and nipple.
Before I knew it, you went on top full force. Oh those
spreading hips. I went for a ride. No worries, I can't be
broken. I pull you down, I prefer it.
Loud and clear I hear every orgasm in my ear.
Then a whisper; hurry up. Big ass chesire grin as
I was heavy-sat on. Licked, sucked, drunk trapped.
She must have thought of her weight, but I grabbed
that sexy waist down for one more orgasm.
Reassured, she turned with legs extended.
As she sucked me, I grabbed ass chowing
I doulda kept her on top as long as I erected.
But her butt beckoned. I mounted, givinh it hard
and swift. her arms gave way.
My times has come. I lay between her breast
with my head in her mouth. Oh god. She
keeps it in her mouth rubbing the rest in.
We kiss and share the gift.
I hold her as she lay on top of me.
#5838 Jan 27, 2013
You close the small
and together we are one
The water pouring down over us
running down your neck
onto your breasts,
down your body
and on to mine
until I cannot tell
where one ends and the other
I don't care.
We are surrounded by love
water, love, steam, sexual
God, yes, the wanting
I can feel the charge
hotter every second
that I touch
your electric skin
or that you reach for me.
#5839 Jan 27, 2013
He whistled, sotto voce, as he walked
not because he liked the tunes she sang
but as a way to vent his tensions:
a safety-valve was still a safety-valve
in this sun- and shadow-speckled suburb
as much as in his engine-room.
A certain kind of Englishman he knew
would see these dainty picket fences
and be reminded of verandahs
round cricket-ground pavilions.
Not his cup of tea, that: he’d no time
for blazer-capped adventurers,
Gentlemen and players,
who shipped with him at intervals
to battle over reputation’s ashes.
Reputation set a ripple running
through the reasons he had chosen
to accept her invitation.
Going up the garden path, he thought
of what he’d say when he went home.
Was just a cup of tea,
as he’d take care to put it, simply
to be mentioned? Or too-much-so?
Or no worse than crossing oceans for a game?
#5840 Jan 27, 2013
through an empty glass
the sun split into a million colours
like an oil slick
and that is how it is
that is where I live
populating my own love story
in a city of colour
a city of faces
a city of voices
a city full of love stories
a city of wildness
a city of streets going nowhere
a city keeping the wilderness at bay
keeping it away
a city that wears you out
makes you mad and sane
makes it possible to grab the next line
to see the words transparent meanings
pregnant with possibilities
or know where it is coming from
somehow the future is getting shorter
the time available less
the days that once seemed endless
pass almost almost almost
although I come here alone
I am surrounded by voices
in a city full of love stories
and I tell you I’m here
you have no memory of it
no memory of it
you have never been through the woods
or walked the secret paths
to my midnight ballroom
some things you may know of
some things I have written of
some things are on photographs
may have left an impression
but you will not know the
rise and fall of paths
the ladder rocks
the smells of the wet ferns
unless I tell you
unless I tell you
you may think you know
how I sit and watch the river
those you know from other places
but on that bench on that hilltop
it is mine and only mine
and as the sunlight towers
reach down to the fast flowing river
it reflects upon the shortening future
and the lengthening past
this I know and only this
for most people here is a now
made from words images and hope
they go like little children
to inherit coffee spoons
while my life has been a gift
I spend walking between towers
in cities of glass
a million fly eye reflections
these are the places
I made for myself
and populate with my dreams
here in this city of class
the city of glass
#5841 Jan 27, 2013
It was four pm as I arrived outside
The Pacific View hotel
I stood before the reception desk
And rang the little bell
They directed me to the seventh floor
Room seven hundred and seventy two
And as I got into the lift
My thoughts they turned to you
Soon I am at the right room
And knocking on the door
Hoping at last to see you
To hold you and much more
Soon the door was opened and I saw
You standing before me
In a very sexy black dressing gown
That was so good to see
We gently kissed in the doorway
And then we moved inside
To see the lovely room we shared
Fit for a groom and bride
The door is closed – we kiss again
More passionate this time
That silky gown feels oh so good
I long to make you mine
Your lips taste so exquisite
As our passions start to grow
I want to hold you closer
And never let you go
Our tongues entwined together
Your kisses tell so much
Of how you hunger for me
So desperate for my touch
We part for just a minute
I go to lock the door
Then turn around to face you
So wanting kisses more
The silkiness of the dressing gown
Has made it open wide
I see your sexy underwear
That you don't try to hide
You look so lovely standing there
And soon I'm back beside you
Holding you so close again
And knowing what to do
We passionately kiss again now
You're unbuttoning my shirt
I want you more that ever
So much that it hurts
My shirt is now upon the floor
As your hands you gently run
Through the hairs that lie upon my chest
I know this will be fun
You break away from kissing
And start to nibble now
Upon my hardening nipples
As my arousal starts to show
And as you nibble and suck
Your hand slides down below
Gently massaging my trousers
As my cock begins to grow
My pleasure is so obvious
As my cock grows bigger still
Wanting to feel you holding it
As we both know soon you will
Your undoing my zip now
Your hand soon disappears
Inside my silky boxer shorts
And soon my cock it nears
You pull it forth and soon your hand
Is stroking my erection
And as you start to kneel down
This soon will be perfection.......
#5842 Jan 27, 2013
.......Your lips are on my cock now
Gently licking me
And as your start to suck me in
My pleasure is clear to see
I moan and sigh to feel you there
As you take me in much more
Sending vibrations through my cock
Sensations oh so sure
I know I cannot last much longer
My orgasm is so near
I call your name and tell you now
How I hold you so dear
I'm shouting now as you squeeze my balls
My ejaculation flows
Long and hot it fills your mouth
And down your throat it goes
You suck me dry – every drop
Nothing is left to waste
You seem to so enjoy it
And welcome its bitter taste
And now it's my turn to pleasure you
And make you feel so good
I make you stand the way you love
And kneel the way I should
Your dressing gown is open now
Your knickers look so sheer
As my head is soon between your thighs
Your pussy drawing near
I soon am kissing them – so soft
You moan and close your eyes
And as I start to lower them
I hear your gentle sighs
I ease them down around your hips
And then down to your thighs
And as they get down to your knees
I see the perfect prize
You kick them off and stand before
My ever waiting lips
And as I start to kiss and suck
I hold you by the hips
You push against me wanting more
Your clit so hard and firm
And as my tongue slides inside you
Your hips begin to squirm
You're so turned on and so wet too
So sensitive to touch
And as I see you so aroused
I want you oh so much
I'm holding onto your arse now
You writhe and sigh and buck
And we both know it won't be long
Before we need to fuck
But before we do I want to feel
Your own hot juices flow
And so my tongue stays where it is
Making you want me so
You're now so wet and sighing long
And nearly at that place
Where sensations course throughout your veins
And a serene look is on your face
You start to scream as you explode
Your flow so hot and divine
I taste you and don't want to waste
I want every drop as mine
You tremble as you stand there
Your legs shiver and shake
As with each gentle stroke and touch
More strong sensations I create
Your breathing is so laboured
As the aftershocks continue
And now you know there is one thing
That you need so much in you..........
#5843 Jan 27, 2013
.......I take your hand and lead you
Towards the king-size bed
Then bend you down across it
To give you more than head
You arch your back to show to me
The lovely sight before
And as my cock is hard again
I want it now for sure
I tease you as I rub against
Your lovely pleasure hole
Then slide my cock in gently
To make us both feel whole
Slow rhythmic strokes both in and out
Your muscles hold me tight
And gradually my rhythm builds
I want you with all my might
I'm thrusting harder, deeper now
Each thrust takes you even more near
To a lovely second orgasm
Which you need oh so clear
You're moaning loads and calling out
Needing me so hard and deep
Within your lovely pussy
To make me yours to keep
You're calling out my name now
Your orgasm again so near
And mine will quickly follow yours
Of that there is no fear
My cock is taking you to pleasures
You have long forgot
And with each deep and powerful thrust
I'm hitting just the spot
At last you can last no longer
Your shouting fills the air
And tells me just how good you feel
And how you want me there
There between your longing thighs
To fill you up again
And as you roll on to your back
I slide in with no pain
Your legs are on my shoulders
To make my thrusts go deep inside
A pussy now so sodden
As your legs are open wide
At last I can see your face
And watch the pleasure there
As I continue fucking you
You want it everywhere
But I can last no longer
And fill you with my cum
As we kiss both long and passionate
With your finger up my bum
Massaging my prostate
As my juices cover you
So much that they must overflow
My passion oh so true
And then we collapse together
Without a need for more
We kiss and cuddle together
Of our love we are so sure
And then we'll share a shower
And make each other feel
So loved and so special
Our passions oh so real
We know that once we recover
More loving there will be
For we both need each other
There's so much more to see
And so on this first meeting
We have our love awoken
By showing how we both feel
Much better than words spoken
And it will be the first of many
So much we have to give
But we will both remember this
As long as we both live.
#5844 Jan 27, 2013
She stands, blonde and naked,
Large breasts, a narrow waist,
And a dimpled, hairless crotch,
Before a metal cot
Her wall papered
With the funny pages
Of a yellowed newspaper,
In her nostalgic pose,
Someone's daughter grown
To interesting proportions.
In pink panties,
Close to her friend,
One hand upon
Her lover's shoulder,
The other upon
Which, jutting from
The blonde's green
Panties, marks her as
A lesbian in disguise.
Sometimes, she goes unshaved
For weeks at a time,
Allowing her body to grow
Hair under her arms
And on her legs;
She becomes hirsute,
She deigns not to shave
Her bristling pudendum.
FREE TO BE
Women are free
To take a male
Or a female lover;
They are free to walk
Half-naked in public
Places; they are free
To laugh or cry,
As they please;
We give them the liberty
Of the court jester
Or the sex slave.
She looks pretty
In her inflated
Breasts, the sleek
The flared hips,
And the hairless c unt
We've dressed her in;
The long, tapered legs
And the buttocks,
Full and round and sleek,
Are just the finishing touches
For the costume
Of flesh and desire;
Don't be surprised to see her
Modeling her sex
On a Parisian runway.
Why is it, do you think,
That women and gay men
Alike look better
Masked in sperm,
Their faces aglitter
With the gleam
Of pearl-white semen,
And which looks better,
Do you think,
C um dripping from a
Or a reamed-wide anal
Women are too tentative
About holding a c ock;
Had they one of their own
To practice on,
They'd be more comfortable
Choking the life out of it;
She-males know how to handle
Men, for they are, or have been,
The same sex they now deny
Only a few orgasms ago.
In the field of yellow wildflowers,
Her pale skin and red hair
Are nymphs more stark
Than her breasts, her buttocks
Or the blossom of her untamed c unt;
When she bends to pluck
A flower from the bank
Of the brook flowing at her feet,
My nipples swell, my big c ock rises,
And I seed the meadow
With the womanliness
Of my feminized virility.
A sharp slap upon the bottom,
A hard c ock up the ass,
Semen splattering the face
Astonish one, no matter how
Many times before
They've been experienced.
#5845 Jan 27, 2013
"Baby, I can feel the howl
of your harp
calling me home,
slung low in my belly.
I wanna cradle your wail,
rock it in my arms,
a sweet sung baby,
pure angel cry.
Tease me, piper,
with that call—
with honey dripping legs
that crumble at your feet,
lost in the smoky sound of you.
You know DeVine,
I will follow you
#5846 Jan 27, 2013
Nicky, How can your lovely slim neck,
the one I worship,
cope against that massive pressure.
It’s the first time I haven’t heard you
sing in the shower,
and I wonder what you’re thinking,
or if you’ve drowned.
Like being underneath a sacred waterfall,
I assume you’re wishing for it to
wash away the impurities you imagine.
The world is running too fast lately
and I am afraid
that you were expecting to fly with me.
You are my universe.
Didn’t I make that obvious?
I’ll miss us when we’re gone.
Since: Jan 13
#5847 Jan 27, 2013
Not me for I
wonder lust of youth saw me pass
old and grey, wrinkled and bold
say but for one, she did a day
waded through ages, not find faded
glimpsed a time, a wisp
Lass, did she wonder
'i' for eye?
mind for thine??
Was the youth behind me.
#5849 Jan 27, 2013
they saw the best in one another,
certainly at that first point,
they had each other’s
certainly in the beginning,
there was no one in mind but
the other and
that was all “right” and “good”
until that moment at which
the strength of one’s skill
came into question.
it doesn’t matter what the skill is,
doesn’t matter what was said---
what matters is that when things were
blissful, it went without saying that
there was encouragement,
there was someone in the world who would
stand by and go down with the ship if
but unlike the movies,
the credits did not roll---rather,
wreckage began to form when honestly allowed
one of the two to admit that
the skill in question,
had been bested by another and
this burnt a scar into the very heart of the
so deep that suddenly
everything else came into question, and
the sky began to fall.
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