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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
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designed to build heat *warning explicit*.
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Posted:Jan 20, 2014 9:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2014 3:37 pm
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designed to build heat
we had courted and flirted. through meetings and coffees. explored the words, fired humour in volleys. now we discovered, the building was empty, world was grinding outside these walls, and within our eyes met and were sure.
hands held, and heat swelled, leant in and kissed. slowly, almost shyly, these gentle touches neither resisted. checking the findings, listening to, heart beat, and heat, and kisses, and murmurs, and hands gently swayed as if by breeze moved. leaning in closer, as lips traveled further, tasting your cheeks, tracing a jawbone, exploring eyelid, and eyebrow, and noseline and earlobes, and neck slow, and totally, losing all long sighted vision, in moment alone.
your words were quietened, a breath no more, to assist, as hands stroked shoulders, easing all tension, and slipped down and rolled over elbow and wrist to the fingers enmeshed, as if always been meant, to be tangled, and awoken. and the kisses from eyebrow, and nose, and cheek, lingered a while and then did down face steep slip, onto those lips, as hungry as mine, with light gentle touches we undid the twine, of past days, and past lovers, and past hours, and past terrors, lighting a light for each of us to see.
our lips they did seek, to understand every line, the curve of your smile, the frown of your thoughts, the pausing, the restarting, the tongue flicker lightly, the lower lip kissed and sucked delightfully, opening ourselves through slow exploration, fanning the cinders into conflagration.
still there were breathes caught, as fingers slipped buttons, as bra satin stroked, as legs leaned in closer and tried to engage, entangle, become one with other legs, pressing warm skin, to hotter skin, and feeling the shivers as fingers explored. as lips tasted deeper, and we both drank our fill, and demanded so much more, as kisses grew deeper, and sharing was easier, as defenses and fences and lines of doubt fell, as all the heavy lifting, and the conversations stilled, in our kisses the answers for this day alone.
hand trapped warm, beneath buttocks so hot, with a shrug of your shoulders, a bra strap was lost, and breast full and feminine by my lips was caught, and you arched as you felt pleasure, at my tongue and nipple aligned. slow fingers lightly, as velvet scraped cross, aureole arising, around braille milk bottle top, the hands on my head drew me closer, as an exclamation of breath I listened and heard a breeze say yes.
popping those buttons, loosening that zip, a moment to write, such a long time to do, we were urgent and fired up, and lips meeting hungry, we tasted, and nibbled, and sucked, in new language, alive with the learning, of what this kiss did, how that touch felt, a fresh course undertaken, in the meaning of us, as the buttons fell down, and cross underwear light stroked. tracing the edges, lingering on thigh, feeling you soar, and hover, and move, and palm more firmly crossed the thin fabric barrier, and your kiss in my ear, hot as the Sun, as hips rose to meet my questing hand and fingers for one and for all.
your teeth scraped against mine, as kisses enamored, as hand stroked again, felt heat, and humid risings, the power of the touches threatened to overthrow us, as mere saplings before this breeze become by us, carrying us on, as fingers slipped past, elastic line narrow, a single finger stroking inner thigh soft, feeling explosion, as you moved against, and nipples so hard and volcanically hot, as gentle caresses your thoughts did accost.
our kisses not forgotten, just played through your core, the heat and the wanting, the breathing for more, the sigh sudden caught, in back of your throat, as two questing fingers slipped over and in and dew drops caught, and rolled on up further, and small bud did finger-tip lick, and sigh once more began, released, and air to your lungs, as if holding your breath, for a deep, deep dive, to the very bottom of life, or to climb some great peak.
our eyes then met, again as they had, were fire and smiles and trust and understanding and willing you on and willing me on, and with eyes open closed space between lips, and with eyes closed accepted gathering bliss, as edge of finger turned, fingernail lightly scraped, across inner walls of your pleasure, and felt you vibrate.
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mouth.lips.kiss.
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Posted:Jan 20, 2014 9:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 4:53 pm
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mouth.lips.kiss.
Your mouth is full of conversation
a vibrant eloquent energy to your thoughts
and how elegantly you express your views
but I am ceaselessly distracted
by your mouth so full for kissing
cupid curves luscious rich
I wonder if you taste of peach
will you close your eyes to savour
or leave them open to consider
my own expression in the kissing
and will your tongue tip make me think
of strawberry ripe in summer heat
to taste juices syrup fresh on my lips
of you of you I cannot resist
as every word you say I miss
though I watch you so closely
and do so ever wish
to know you better than any other
your mouth so full of wordy appetite
I am distracted for evermore
by those lips so honey sweet.
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escaped
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Posted:Jan 20, 2014 3:13 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2014 3:38 pm
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escapedTangled sheets sweat wet
sated smiles euphoric
and still exploring foreign land
the brow and lee and tide of you
traversing from highest peak
to distant waiting feet
tasting salt on your skin
the burning of our mutual heat
richest nectars still on lips
entire body has rejoiced
as fingers linger nimbly stride
across this valley to the place
where fire burns and pleasure soars
and delicate drifting caress of
these explorers set the world alight again.
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No strings attached
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Posted:Jan 19, 2014 10:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2014 4:26 pm
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NSA (No Strings Attached)
You ask what I might do
will not my loveliness be too much for you
my thoughts be twisted by emotions twines
find physical passion entrenched in mind
and I would say NSA is nothing new
even Marvell to his Coy Mistress knew
the time we have is limited here
passion must be taken without fear
Time's supercharged chariot hurries near
your face and form cannot freeze
even botox will not put you at ease
while we still breath grasp firmly now
the chance to love and draw a wow
an exclamation from your lips
as in our passion our speech slips
and in this moment I love you more
than Everest's Himalayan heights
in this moment we are twinned as two can be
in our passion from Earth set free
soaring upward beyond the reach of gravity
and when we plunge and return as must
with fondest remembrance recall our lust
taken hope and happiness and joy
shared these moments just girl and boy
beaten Time and reset our hearts
for no string attached to our parts
we cannot change the lives we lead
yet still our lives can soar and feel.
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always such promises
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Posted:Jan 19, 2014 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2016 7:20 am
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always such promises
So now the night air still
we together lovers will
in kisses first explore
on lips and moving further ashore
to line of chin, or cheeks, or shoulders
swoop under your exposed neck
a light suction makes you shiver
as the kiss in desire deepens
and your own response is heating
hands around me pull me closer
as upon collarbone I trace with strong warm lips
seeking here your thoughts which slips
a hand in small of back moves us closer
the night cannot conceal or cool our ardour
your blouse buttons fall undone
what now seen is not seen by sun
a questing tongue tip lashes nipple
and traces aureole around taut tip
feel you grasp me closer as your own teeth nip
upon my neck and your hands beneath my shirt
you are moving with single minded intent
as I kiss your lips once firmly and state
"pause a while there is no rush
the night is long when passion measured
we must build to highest peak
and for that journey smoothly seek
every line and plane and crevice sweet
of your body I shall explore
until when pleasure comes
you find you cannot speak."
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kiss
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Posted:Jan 19, 2014 4:16 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2014 9:49 pm
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KISS
Around you flows the night
passing cars on the street
chatter at the café tables
slowing down getting close
close to the hour of sleep
for now share wine by the glass
work our way through a bottle
feel a flush of heat inside
see a new glint in your eye
lean towards each other as if
we were a bridge and to stand
we need the other on hand
lips brush in casual enquiry
then they hold and lightly seek
taste and tongue tip explore
along lips a skilful flirt
and feel a rush of heat
need and desire and caress
across face and onto shoulder
we move together closer
not quite merging together
still some space and trust
to be conquered in time
instead hands drift casually
to sit on knees or thighs
trying to find a casual place
these hands suddenly are awkward
cannot rest as they brush
along line of leg or side of body
seek embrace and kiss again
this time kiss long and same
with taste and hunger kiss awakes
all inside and removes the brakes
the flush of heat now a flare
as keep on kissing longer there
how you taste and sigh to kiss
we are lost from this place
have found our place of bliss
city obscured by senses focused
on your touch and on your lips
on this seeming never-ending kiss.
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Coffee
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Posted:Jan 19, 2014 3:04 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2015 6:12 pm
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We should get a coffee, meet somewhere public, in a café, where the coffee is good.
What if I do not drink coffee, what if I want a meal or a movie, what then, Mister Plans?
You will not want a meal already, is too soon, we barely know each other, I could have two heads, a wooden leg and an eye-patch, and you could come wrapped in your four cats, covered in seagull droppings, and only able to quote Engels.
Engels.
Yes, Engels.
But his philosophies are so last century. However maybe you are right. Perhaps a coffee it should be. (...a pause...) And where would you propose?
Well, a coffee shop, with small tables so we can touch around, and under, them. A young end of town, near a university, where they still understand enthusiasm....then we could talk, and share some time listening to the rhythms of thoughts....
And that is all? (a mischievious twinkle to those eyes is visualised)
Well, we could move closer, and touch, A hand could lightly sketch across your leg, your knee, feel edge of your skirt, or drag nails through the tightness of your denim. see if your breathing changes, watch your face and listen to your words.
Mmmmmm
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in the night garden
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Posted:Jan 16, 2014 2:08 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2015 3:21 am
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Whoever said the night
was for the devils only
angels step and dance here
can set the night alight
within they are a crucible
heat which burns the foolish
and when mastered rightly
presented to the world
it is a woman shining
the grown version of a girl
all those dreams colliding
an angel in the darkness sparkling.
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