Category: Explicit

POETRY AND PANCAKES

Day breaks
and I lay awake
reminiscing
Last night
now
a
vision

Those almost kisses
Orgasmic near misses
as your body mixes with mine
Damn!
such sweet wine
O so fine

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Your tongue full of tricks
in my mouth transfixed
keeps hush the screams
wild fire, porn scenes
the dashes and clashes
as your ravage my Ravine

DAMN!
Breakfast comes all too quickly!

So abrupt,
the smell of pancakes
rudely disrupt
my daydream
of the night’s passing
but alas
you’re here

You draw near
and I deliberate
on how you make it up to me
Gladly for all its worth
we settle for dessert
love making
in all its
poetry

A one time offer

One night of romance
permit we share,
in heated passion
our bodies bare

Picture this:

Muttered verses
but actions clear,
unspoken I love you’s
hanging thick in the air

Bursts of energy,
violent release,
waves of passion,
and a final ease.

A picture, epic
two bodies entwined,
dawn approaching…

… Have you made up your mind?

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Sex’s Soul

If sex has a soul
then you and I have found it;

If it were a state,
then we have wondered its hills
and tasted of its fountains.

If sex was a vine
then we have drank of its sweet wine;
If it were a race
then we have reached the finish line;

We have danced to its glorious song,
that sweet rapture
that has taken us through the night long.

Sex’s soul!
A cauldron of heat and fire.
It bursts forth as sweat, smell and screams;
born of man’s desire!

We have found its place,
not many seen,
and have visited over and over,
as many lovers been.

And as we reach journey’s end of “you”and “I”,
sex’s soul is lost for an instant,
until each with new love re-visit it;
We embark on new flights,
to climb its many hills
and drink of its fountains;

…To find the soul of sex.

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