More Than Fucking
“Fucking” is too vulgar for what we do,
But I don’t want to call it making love
When I haven’t yet said that to you.
I could pretend it doesn’t affect me
But I’m not sure it would be believable
When you touch me so intensely.
You treat my body as a temple.
You make me want to worship you-
The way you have me shake and tremble.
I’ve never considered myself religious,
But when I’m on my knees before you
My emotions are prodigious.
While it’s too soon to call this what it feels,
Just know I’ll never call it fucking-
What we do is far too real.
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– rupi kaur, milk and honey
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I'm obsessed with how you see me
lose myself in these soft
twilight perceptions
I’m revealing
Your eyes falling into night
Full of visions
of milky white skin
And robust thighs
The perfect parting of my breasts
As they flop to the side
Rolling against the buck
and pressing need of me
you fit so well
folded and collapsed
against me
fell from on high
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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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i give you all i have
fuck me
i say
unsure if i mean it
sort of hopeful that you didn’t hear it
please
i beg
i leave out the part
about why
about how i’m giving
all i can offer
fuck me hard
i say
unsure if that’s what i want
just desperate to be hurt
to feel on the outside
how it feels within
to feel whole and empty
all at the same time
to be stupid and lost
in pleasure you’re giving me
in the pleasure i’m giving you
fuck me.
and let me give you all i have to offer
all i have is this body
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Mine.
I rely on them
To get me aroused
To touch me in the right way
To look at me the right way
To say the right things
To be forceful while sweet
To move at the right speed
To thrust at the right depth
To wait for me to cum
To ask me if I came
To say it was the best they ever had
Tell me
When did my orgasm
Become someone else’s job
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The jeering face was back this morning
Guttural barks, growling, horny,
like the jeering face came back this morning.
goosebumps flutter, hairs sent soaring
by the jeering face came back this morning.
tore off my cellophane flesh,
teeth sink into stained chicken breast
through sheets unshaded eyes
heat frozen, thawing, deer meat thighs
Wolf skinned grandma reads her a story
like the jeering face came back this morning
girl's ears cant handle all that gory,
but your jeering face was back this morning.
sweat buffalo soaked and sitting up
your belly full, not had enough
cream skin yanked lips attempt a smile
"fetch me a bowl for wing bone pile"
poultry a-chase, jackal snoring,
like the jeering face I saw this morning
feathers plucked and juices pouring
turned your head and said good-morning.
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Mystic smoke arises in the atmosphere,
Black light illuminates the skin
I kiss it purple and blue
Metal in your bite,
Heavenly crucifix I put the devil into hell
Im kept here by tar, mark my skin with your nails and ill conduct you higher, louder, more passion from your throat
You fold my sheets in unconventional ways
The silk overlapping your ribs
My hair draping your chest
Tonight ghouls howl to the moon and I am a slobbering beast with feather touch
Tomorrow I be dust.
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Holy holes
Baptize me in your eyes
Christen me in your light
You are all that is pure
and all that is right
I’ve been unholy
all my life
Why should that stop now
When you look so Devine
I’d get on my knees
Just to see
How pleased you are
To look at me
I’ll worship you
And all that you do
You’ll be reborn
And I will too
Crucify me darling
Hold my hands down taut
There is pleasure in pain
But none in getting caught
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take me over
tellin’ you about
my sleeping
dragons
keeps me up at night
it's so hot
when im held over the flame
of your delights
where my scales
are weighed
and met
with your
thrusting
might
'cross the
impending doom
of my skin's
white
im red raw
a snake
held underwater
gasping for
breath
loving the
dark night
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K.a.s
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