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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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70% proof
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Posted:May 4, 2014 8:55 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2014 9:00 am
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70% Proof You have been counting days and hours till we meet and passion flowers now you are counting all the years wrestling with your deep held fears are our bodies still tight enough will we recall all that loving stuff how to kiss and how to hold you will our hearts beat quicker when we view these older selves which we are in truth but now our minds are 70% proof our younger selves would be unable to contend with where our erotic thoughts now bend every inch of your body I will devour one deep kiss shall last an hour the couch we might break or crack was that the bed or your lovely back our groans and moans are more sincere as you are lying close and true and near this position we must try and a whisper as we fly feels so good so deep in you so sweet and hot as aim still is true our bodies meld as always did more heroic and true than El Cid this bed will shake and ground will rumble neighbours jealous may through thin walls grumble I have found you and you found me we have found who we would be in words we paint picture of our hearts and then the real kissing starts a nipple beneath my palm grows hot as I caress you say don't stop a rhythm set we ride each other pause for breath and then start another your skin is warm and breath so hot this is you and you have got the lot with muscles straining reach a peak at which we lose the ability to speak instead a growl and moan and holding as we are thrown and hips thumping molding young blood might be easy raised to passion but old blood appreciates the orgasm lashing feel you so close to me without speaking a body beautiful on which I am peeking why should we allow the passing of the time to hide such beauty of ourselves be a crime believe the beauty we are creating in this tryst of erotic fornication sharing breath hope and desire entwined we sleep in love's safe patch of briar.
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calendar girl
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Posted:May 4, 2014 6:21 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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calendar girl My calendar girl every day upon you mark a year of loving in each night 365 different paths from lips to heart covering every single equation on my body or yours the dates unfurled a boy a girl the passion met in Summer loving or Autumn wet desires growing forth in Spring freshness of heat of Summer caught as we shake our memories and our souls sketch a sensual horoscope cross body real leave all those other calendar girls between those covered stapled while we each moment line days and years and weeks kisses caresses and peaks with my calendar girl.
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breathlessness (or More or Sleep?)
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Posted:Mar 31, 2014 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2014 7:02 am
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breathlessness (or More or Sleep)
There is a physical component to loving in the moment the surge of body to hot body the taste and scents which embody uniqueness of the taste from this lover and how their sounds carry you over from an activity of mortal joy to some greater eternal godlike ploy your body rapid fire no longer your own sweat pouring from every pore from feet to crown a taste in your mouth of one thing your own arousal and this love is king no stopping the hunger needing to be fed even if on this jolting triggering ride should break the bed in you plunging up and down in rapture more delight than any pornography could capture urging each other on to the final end as our bodies frantic against each other bend your lips on my lips and tongues involved from civilized urbanites to primitive lovers devolved waves of empathy and instinct guide here all is only love and loving never fear muscles taut and worked and straining as upon orgasm racing we are gaining our faces contort in this effort of will and then abrupt and bright atop that hill the peak is reached and we in clenching hold exploding outward and upon within and without and fold upon each other we in sudden relaxation collapse even as bodies twitch to random pleasure synapse again we seek to hold and kiss to ensure this beauty felt other did not miss trailing fingertips recall and set new tremors deep and in your eyes the question of more or sleep?
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touch
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 3:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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touchThere is a sensation lovers know which in a time of loving grow the sense of touch you wield a tactile sensation delivered with zeal your lips electrified and sensual seeking other lips consensual a tip of tongue crosses borders entire body ready to take on boarders a gentle stroke from hip to knee quivering sensation of heat set free even breathing by touch might change when a stranger's touch might range along inner thigh then sweeping under feel the lightning and pounding thunder hardness and softness and tautness and heat a shimmering rush from head to feet the world seems a brand new place where every touch might make heart race feel curve of chair back or edge of bed such symmetry to relate to body inside your head every sight becomes an erotic call inspires every brushing touch great or small the swell of breast beneath shirt the cleavage spotted as you flirt how the side of neck invites a lover's touch or lover's bites every touch and sensual stroke inspires a growing heat and raging desire hold me close and embrace me tight for we will touch through all hours of night every inch explore and feel with loving caresses show my loving zeal and if those touches bring song of love your moans to swirl in air above the whispered psalms and cries to God as we ride with this passioned flood every touch and tip and brush brings such life and teeth grinding rush all your touches in this life seem to make of lover's life a tactile dream.
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of love
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 4:51 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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of love The idea of love and being loved something greater than ourselves bestowed from above takes our world and snow dome like shakes the sky and makes hopes spike the gentlest kiss is edged with dragon fire holding hands a sign of deepest infinite desire who would think the world could so turn we fatalistic romantics had been expecting to burn discover love sheltered in another arms shared and grown a crop for lover's farms not caged or free range or clothed in gold a something wonderful difficult to hold impossible to find unless it is found when discovered everywhere in sky or ground the hearts of all seem mellowed down every face carries a smile not a frown rose coloured glasses barely encapsulate the beauty of the world to which you now relate,
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truth has faded
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Posted:Mar 26, 2014 1:02 am
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2014 5:44 pm
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truth has faded The night of truth has faded and we remain half drunk and still jaded scrubbed the scents of romance off the young naïve lovers sucking face we scoff days of wine and roses and loving are extinct and we are now following the antics on the Good Wife and Downton for our hit of lust for simpletons the bits we once used are an abandoned theme park rust over every surface and battered and stark the tales we talk of were in some past yesteryear no more fire here and no more hope I fear we believed and lived and burned so sweet an incense smoke and kick of strong liquors neat scraping through the embers from a prize or two of who we were of who was you and the night of truth has faded Sir Galahad by a rusty skiv bladed leaking blood we stumble on before we fall waiting for the gallows a last phone call to someone who cares or who will miss our passing and the name of such a person keeps us guessing until the time is up and we are told to make the long steps to the ropes hold a last embrace and hickey on neck deep a waltz with the executioner before sleep so the words and thoughts of old lovers turn think of meeting a new lover and butterflies in belly churn for the night of truth has faded and to this new morning we have made it ochre scrapes against a sky awakening blackbirds song the air is shaking is a new day and we reach for a new chance perhaps today fortune will smile and with us dance or will we talk till hoarse and tired by sleepless nights of truth left wired escaping to no where and no one to the wheels of crushing Time succumb for we are no younger and beauty deep is within offer deeper passion to strangers than to kith and kin for the night of truth has faded and we tired survivours are here paraded.
and in the kitchens all the tea towels threadbare souvenirs of when we went everywhere instead of to nowhere and to no one and waiting for the calls which never come.
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"hi" (or "so much further to go")
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2014 7:31 pm
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"hi" (or "so much further to go") hi.
hi.
move closer, and kiss. feel the warmth of the air around you, as lean in, and lips meet, seek to stick, feel the soft cushioned curves under my own lips, share the heat of our bodies, and our selves, as kiss holds. come apart slightly flushed, slightly aroused, feeling body waking. you also move back slowly, eyes shining.
hi.
hi.
lean in once more. tilting heads this time, reaching out, your left hand snagging at my hip, your right swings partially around me. my own arms, one arm has gone around you waist, my hand finds the small of your back, can feel the skin and spine through the thin fabric of your blouse, and my other hand is brushing against your head. guiding all in this kiss, as feel tongues dart out to explore, lightly suck upon, and taste, such rich sweet taste sending tingles through me, into my muscles, and bones, and through my veins, a rush of heat across my skin.
my hand can feel the heat from the curve of skin at your back, and I move my hand down, caress the roll of your buttocks, stroking, and feel you move closer to me, deeper into our mutual embrace. eyes closed, we continue to kiss blindly, hungrily, not noting time going by, and seeming to forget the need to breath, our hips align and press closer to each other, our legs entwine around each other, and the heat rising from us.
we part for a moment, grab a breath, hanging off each other in this embrace, only our heads move apart, our hips still magnetically connected, feeling the vibrations, the sense of closeness, the warmth and heat of ourselves against the other desired body, and with eyes barely far enough apart to focus.
hi.
hi.
my hand moves from your head, caressing down along cheekbone, onto shoulder, and your shining eyes watch this slow moving journey, then into middle of your blouse, begin to pop buttons revealing the sweet rise of your breasts, the cleavage shadow, and the edge of curved skin and lace edged bra. my fingers draw across those areas of skin exposed, and feel you stir against me, even as these sights, and your breathy sighs, and mere presence, have set more than just stirrings and movement within me. my fingers slip under the opened blouse, beneath the material, over the bra, seeking out the hard raised taut nub of your nipple, and my fingers lightly glide around it, and glide across it, caressing and stroking and feeling the heat in you rising.
and you move your mouth, and I move mine, and our mouths mesh, lips moving, and tongues delving, and tasting the rising passion and heat, and catching a sigh as two fingers lightly trap and roll your awakened sensitive nipple, and your hand on my hip, slips up, under my shirt, onto my skin, and feeling the heavy hip bone beneath, and slipping up to ribcage, and I shiver at this allowed intimacy, as my fingers blindly explore and open more buttons of your blouse, then my hand escapes the mass of our bodies, to reach around behind you, and to wriggle at the clasp of your bra till it parts.
I feel you draw your nails down my side, and we break the kiss for a moment, a moment I turn and change, by continuing the kiss, but now upon the fullness of your breast, sucking in the breast, caressing this breast with lips, and tongue, actively, flicking at the nipple, rolling over and lapping at areolae. feel the heat rising from the breast, under these lapping touches feel the aurolae rise, grow tauter, in reflection of the nipple which more sensitive and aroused and taut grows.
hi. oh hell, hi.
oh damn, yes, hi.
your hand drops and yanks impatiently at my belt, tugging it back and forth, trying to loosen it, and your hand is brushing against the hardness there. we move against each other, squirming, trying to press our bodies closer, share more, and meld more completely. and my lips leave your breast, and settle sucking lightly on you throat, and neck, and you arch your neck, and head, and you sigh a long sigh of super heated breath into my ear, as your teeth lightly close over and tug on my ear lobe.
we are still clothed, and we are burning hot, so hot it feels a surprise our clothes are not smoking. and this is foreplay. and as we are still clothed has a long way to go. Our lips find each other and we kiss anew, and savour this taste, and then I feel your hand briefly close around me, as with the belt opened, the zipper surrenders immediately.
And my hand reaches down, and strokes, firmly strokes, across and along and up your inner thigh, and then presses onto that risen mound from which so much heat is flowing, pressing and stroking across it, in one long stroking gesture, and feel your hips rise. and fall, and roll, at my touch, and our kiss deepens, grows hungrier, and deeper, and lips press eagerly, and can taste your arousal, as you can perhaps taste mine.
and we have so much further to go, as entangled, embracing, enjoying the rising building heat, and the gentle exploring trailing touching caressing foreplay antics, we kiss, and kiss, and kiss.....
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third age
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 4:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2014 5:49 pm
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third ageThose days of amber honeyed ecstasy washing cross our lips and in our souls the flaring bright solar flares of passion endless nights of sweat and grinding physicality those youthful days of youthful thoughts highways straight to the horizon and sheer blue skies of open wonder how we danced and talked and walked how we loved and laughed and learnt to cry found the edges of our hopes and trust began to understand how we could be burnt charred and scarred by those we loved best and somehow escaping the first age of brightness entered the second age loaded down with experience and constrained by what we think we know subjective certainties wielded optimistically we more maturely attended to our loving selecting lovers like a used car and all of us part used by then the clean innocent brightness has dulled we had our needs and wants and lists and kicked the tyres and felt the suspension sometimes we rushed but only when aware tomorrow is another night for the young we are not yet old and have time to burn until we abruptly discovered someone had cast down the brightest Sun the day of life has moved along into a third stage we are abruptly wakened our cold bones feel weariness more easily those frames carrying the sagging memories of our once tauter stronger more malleable selves some of us have worn grooves deep in life ruts from which we cannot rise others find the casting lines all cut adrift on tides they do not understand our loves have grown or ended we seek the same light we sought when younger a brighter warmer trusting glow than Sun above Autumn days of respect and reverence for ourselves and for the ones we are with we seek those lips still red to taste the luscious tropical fruit of your kisses feel the fullness and life within your body see if the heart can still surge and swell send endorphins into the soul of yourself make you again move to the edge of Time be carried upward by wings unseen in ecstasy rise from earth to sky unified by honesty and trust by knowing what may come next beyond a kiss and beyond a caress is ours to see and accept to rise and fall as Springtide sea in the third age of you and me.
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spinning
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Posted:Mar 22, 2014 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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spinning Spinning hearts trying to land nothing too regal or too grand a simple love affair of give and share with someone for whom you might care no strings attached except mutual need unleash the heart's deep felt greed share sexuality birthed in both allow to develop our own sexual growth no need to look for society's guide instead extend our own thoughts wide move with the seasons and the rhythms of heart and Sun and the cycles of the Moon being ourselves and no other else why should we ever bother when with parched lips desire drink and allow thoughts erotic to sink into the essence of our souls and being from this world of straight jackets fleeing loved and lover and beloved and the truth against ourselves we challenge grain and seek proof of what in loving we become and society's fallacies of love overcome
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sketching
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Posted:Mar 21, 2014 6:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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sketching Dreams sketched upon your back the city streets and train track the metropolitan sprawl in sweet caresses where this road ends no one guesses such heat which rises from your skin as kisses of honour on you pin taste the spices of your life as tremors rake you like a knife every nerve ending tingles as soaring rise this heat and enjoyment truest prize the kisses long and sweet and deep keep us living avoid suburban deathless sleep.
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In and of You
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Posted:Mar 10, 2014 3:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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In and of YouTell me where you find yourself in your dreams escaping the everyday behind those mascara eyes is there lights and fashion and new life or is the world in which you dream to this world alike full of people rushing to be somewhere selling dreams and time to be someone when all they wish is world to halt gravity to bring them alongside you share a kiss intriguing and exploring listen to your thoughts and words treat with respect who you are and will be start each day with love and each day in the same clime as you start share visions and hopes and inspirations gently lift of the beads of perspiration from your lover's back and feel salt of life share the closeness of two people seeking the same ideals and the sense of blending in words and thoughts and skin kisses scouring deep releasing blackness within setting free to soar in the other arms and if you should fly to high to fast those arms wait to catch you and lie you down replenish energies with mouth to breast animalistic revival as heat blossoms between thighs damp with desire taking pleasure until seems can go no higher then in the place of trust built soar anew and afresh over all you view assured and believing in value of who you are found in every morning greeting at moment of each kiss deep and sharing become a star silver twinkling in universe not made small by your existence instead in your living universe given light.
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One Day
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Posted:Mar 10, 2014 3:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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One Day One day we will be far from here the laptop shoved into a bin set free from the lonely fear accept the end and truly begin
One day we will be far from here all our tears washed out by tide seeing the horizon clear with the one we wanted by our side
One day we will be far from here set free of insecurities and immature needs the one we truly desired near till then this our path and see where it leads
One day we will be far from here or only in leaving can we find the new way declare our emancipation from this web-life queer accept who we are and face down the long day
One day we will be far from here the words and thoughts we had a memory waking each morning beside someone dear in leaving one day seems the only life remedy
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share this night
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Posted:Mar 6, 2014 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 6:2 pm
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share this nightClose your eyes and on bed drift as across your body my hands shift smoothing here and stroking there caressing breast or brushing hair all of scent and taste and sight consumed by you burning so bright though lights are off your skin does shine as I taste your nectar richer than wine
to have reached this act of restful play took more than one meeting or day we flirted and cajoled each other on until to this place we came anon now bed it creaks and sighs and complains for never built it seems for such games the bed believes it was only built for sleep not for this passion into which we leap
the clothes upon floor recent history recount of how swiftly we discarded as made to mount your legs around my waist gripped tight as both contemplated loving for all the night our rhythm first set was quick and rushed bodies against each other in savage ardour crushed until we electric convulsive shock and strain we both in joyous rampant ecstasy came
then lips again sought out moist full lips we kissed and sucked and built new bliss your breasts in my hands such works of art soft caressed and nipples taunted to new start how fortunate you are no super model rake who in my arms in loving might fear to break you have real curves and fullness in soul and sight how we real people in loving deep share this night
your teeth into my shoulder deep as we ignore any thought of sleep my waist to yours in heat conjoined this feeling of the God's we have purloined thrusting deep our movements a dance visions of your beauty captured in a glance head leaned back and hair sweaty and lush our entire bodies consumed by glow of loving blush
the bed beneath is shakes and quivers as together in concert seek passion delivers a finger strums across your tender clit your teeth close on my shoulder and I am bit these points excite the final awareness deep from haze of passion to end we leap shuddering against each other embracing tight our voices lifted in exultation share this night.
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