Hooked on you like an addiction, this could be obsession
Your fingers gripping the sheets, my hands grabbing your throat
You whisper "harder," I quietly comply, your moans my only desire
This is carnal captivation, dripping from your parted lips
God girl, you have me wrapped around your finger
Good girl, you're wrapped around my fingers
K.a.s
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.17.24
“Strength at the Base of the Pillar”
From water springs, a life is made
Rooted in the Mother Earth
To feed small saplings; with caution, drowned
So in the groves, tall standing, soon be laid
With seed and sweat, I’ve buried deep
My water and my lineage
A gift I’ve given, which end I should not see
To Mothered Earth it races, on to surely weep
In sweat and spit of like such ritual
In water stored, shall as the dams
Floodgates, like tears, shall too this silence break
Panting from the planting, water works, we call
I will remember, undying, how like waves you writhed
Drown in life, smothered in soil
Precious is the seed, the water never wasted; left to spoil
Banded as we are; together, Mother Earth, to Father Time be wived
So as I pick petals from a desert flower bloom
Made with the cautious care of sky-shed tears
Where best to store this precious water-life?
In beauty’s bosom, to grow as someone’s bride or groom
In made; unmaking
In parting, starting
To be stored, as storied
To be lose, worried
With gardener hands, scooped, laid dear
Buried seed and water, paired surely shared
Given purpose in this sacrament, of acting as divine
Though water shared with-from Maternal Earth
Passes Fraternal Time to love and grow so tender-close and near
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Hayride
Somewhere out in the country
Lying on a blanket covering a bed of hay
In the back of an old wooden wagon,
You and I are curled up together
Keeping each other warm.
Heat radiates between us as
We watch the ebon night sky,
Devoid of the bright light of the city,
Revealing her intimate secrets to us.
The Milky Way blazes a path
Between the thousands of stars
Now evident, gleaming spectacularly.
What other mysteries are hidden
Right there, yet out of sight?
Content to relax and savor our embrace,
We silently watch, and wonder,
And dream, and ponder….
You pluck some fodder from my hair.
I look at you and smile.
Above, a meteor streaks across the sky.
I close my eyes and make a wish.
As if on cue, you softly nuzzle my neck,
Your lips moving closer… closer…
Until finally they gently brush my own,
Igniting the embers of wanton lust
Smoldering deep within me.
I press into your kiss urgently.
I want to explore every inch of your universe,
Chart new constellations on your body
With my lips and my fingers and my tongue.
Pent up desire propels us to another world,
Our passions expressed with the
Intensity of a thousand blazing suns
Until the explosive waves of a supernova
Radiate pleasure throughout our melded bodies.
Turning to you, I open my eyes and
And trace my fingers through your beard.
You look at me and smile.
The jewel-like stars twinkle brightly
As we lose ourselves in a kiss.
What untold yearnings will we express
On this magical nocturnal hayride?
🐾 Frisky Kitty
4 March 2023
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Afterglow
Beauty drips
from the shyness
of your lips:
luminescence
from the halo
that I see.
Nectar flows
from desire
with your throbs:
incandescence
from the flower
that I kiss.
Honey pours
from the longing
in your breasts:
lustful essence
from the body
that I hold.
Life explodes
from the pleasure
in your soul:
all your senses
moan its glorious
afterglow.
__________________________
Alejandro Fabián
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I have a confession to make.
I keep on trying to find you in everything. The sense of home. The remains of what ifs. A jarring reality that i don't remember anything now. How you smelled. What was your eye color like? The only memory remains through the song: our song. I was on the train today when my music player suddenly decided to play our song. Memories didn't come back, but a dull pain did. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? I don't know.
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Sexual pleasure is a melody that resonates at the heart of the human experience, a symphony of sensations that envelops and captivates us.
you belong to me…I want to see you…I want to see you dressed…in transparent clothing…challenging…to excite us…would you dare…
I want to hear…how to get to orgasm
or crouched…your breasts hanging…
the practices that excite me
that excite you
what we want together
our pleasure…From the whisper of skin to the groan of ecstasy, our bodies are designed to dance to the rhythm of intimacy, to explore an ocean of pleasure and deep connection
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Your hands rush to find flesh
Why do you moan at the sight of my socks
And leave them on when you undress me
Lips and tongue on the skin you expose
Desperate and frantic
Bruises on my hips remind me of the need
I need you to feel what you do to me
To feel the Earth shatter like my heart
You hold me together locked in your arms
Pick me up, turn me over
Then fuck me again like it's an art
You Fucked Me Twice
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Our Happy Place
I've felt happiness in a soft feeling of warmth of tissue. I'm deep in her like a great conversation. My soul gives her admiration each stroke with passion, a graphic story of river falls. Her legs shiver, I gaze into her eyes, and it glistens, I listen to her passion. Smiles in the mirror of our reflection. Climax! Oh yes, progression. My sword becomes a submerged Submarine thick deep into her ocean. Orgasmic Orgasms! Lusting sweet love passion legs up hot Fashion. Her nails in my back sounds grasping. I eat from the forbidden fruit, licking, sucking, rubbing, vibrating tongue of sensation. Lips on lips, connection elaboration of ejaculation, caused a lava bursting sensation. True sexual inspirationoh temptation.
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Supplication
Being with you feels like prayer,
Like a hopeful plea to a higher power
Best made with a bowed head,
Closed eyes,
And bended knees.
It feels like secular scripture,
One that narrows the wide line between
A “Yes, God!”
And an “Oh, lord!”
You are a verse I have memorized,
The very word of God that I have fixed my lips to say a thousand times before.
You are my Psalm,
Except holding no distinction between sacred and sacrilegious.
And although this does feel akin to prayer,
My devotion is unsure what celestial being it belongs to.
Perhaps you?
We’ll find out as I speak completion,
My mouth full of your bittersweet
Amen.
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K.a.s
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.24.24
“Bunnies
One little bunny goes
Pounce, pounce, pounce
Two little bunnies they
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Three little bunnies
Will they perceive?
Four little bunnies
Off in the eaves
Five little bunnies
Who will survive?
Six little bunnies
Their wretched lives
Seven little bunnies
They run, run, runs
Eight little bunnies
And now there’s seven buns
Eight little bunnies
And now there’s six
Nine little bunnies
Go to cross the street
Ten little lines
Made nice and neat
One little bunny goes
Bounce, bounce, bounce
What is the purpose–for what, amounts?
@env0writes C.Buck
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stay the night
we undress for hours like we’re afraid of what we’ll find.
we stop to stare and confess and bubble over the rim
and then I touch you until we’re starving.
you whisper “fuck” and it rips straight through me.
you touch me like we’re sixteen and breathless,
your fingers kissing me and not knowing what to do,
and we fumble over each other and laugh from the joy of it.
it’s so good, I think I’ll never get enough.
we cook dinner and all I can think of is you gasping.
you make me sit, so I watch you stir the pot and tell me
about garlic, and you’ve told me before but I listen anyway.
I’m starting to love you and you’re not ready to hear it.
we pick at our food and you hold me and I know I’ll cry
when you leave. there’s a toothbrush waiting for you
in the bathroom but you never stay the night. I wasn’t taught
how to ask for what I want and I find myself choking on it.
in the days between talking, I feel your trace all around me
and I wonder if you whisper my name when you’re alone.
I move in my sleep and the smell of your skin left on my pillow
blooms into a dream. we are swimming in a cool river, laughing.
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Your body calls and screams
I suffocate in your bedroom
own desire,
your body opens to me
When I touch you you shiver,
a shudder that penetrates between your legs
passion makes your stomach ripple
and in a long wave the sirens swell,
Your body screams for me in pink nights.
Your body begs to be desired,
your breasts are waiting to be felt
your nipples waiting to be sucked
your vagina waiting for the seed
you scream,
and moans
gone are the thin sounds,
the city hears you through the siren
wordlessly the world you live in.
You're naked
with open mouth and legs
I'll rip your thighs open
nestle me on your cozy belly
and you wait,
you wait with your eyes closed
and I find my purpose flawlessly
But you certainly don't go unnoticed
when your mouth sucks on my hard cock
you love it
the way my mouth plays with your nipples
your legs now spread
my hands caressing your few pubic hairs
my finger ..sliding inside
you know that you can go to liberation
I feel your wet horny
You bite the sheet with desire
And I'm so excited
You wait for my penetration and thrusting
the rhythmic chattering of the hips
Until my seed and your honey mingle in the fierce battle
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I held your hand that time
Noticed how rough they are
For a second close my eyes
How would they feel
On my neck, waist and thighs
How they'd make me squeal
Imagine how you'd elicit soft sighs
Rough Hands Soft Flesh
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Original Poetry
Magenta Trail
Desires
Making Plans
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“Because our sex ripens the apples that Eve needed in her guts.”
- Daad, from “Accrescent”, by Daed Daher (Grimorphic)
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