Sunday morning between your thighs just before noon Milking my words with your pussy’s flowing nectar Every second circling slowly within your tune
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I fucked a hooker that looked like you today She sounded like you too Soft squeaky voice Cute moans and groans as she grew moist
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
the echo of my voice dances along the waves of air from the purple boxfan in the corner my words sway with chill and steam rises from my damp skin
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Would you mind... Whispered across the exposed juncture of jugular and carotid. Destroying me? Pressed into the curvature of a small world, begged.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl In realms unseen, a silent war, A girl confronts what lies in store. A heavy heart, a weary soul,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
In the vast expanse of night's embrace, Your eyes like stars in the sky, Twinkling with a celestial grace, Guiding me as I wander by.
By Laxman kodepaka2 years ago in Poets
Spilt coffee stains the breakfast table Where steamy sex and heated fists Built a cracked routine, both moist As blood, cum, and coffee
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
I want to ran my hands over every single tattoo you have. Creating my own map from the first to the last. Tell me about all of them, their stories and why they are on your skin.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
You have no idea how I felt when you left me on that floor, hurting because you pushed me. Nor do you have any idea how my children felt whilst you
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
I feel his breath on my neck, It sends heated shivers down my spine, Every inch of me squirms, alive with need, Our bodies ignite, a fuse to intertwine.
By Elise Chaput2 years ago in Poets
