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I feel you

Submitted by findinganne1 on Sun, 24/07/2011 - 11:15

I FEEL YOU
IN MY THOUGHTS
LIKE MISTY DREAMS
COMING BACK
I CLOSE MY EYES
AND SEE YOU THERE
OUR BODIES
TANGLED
OUR PASSION
RISING
EXHAUSTED WE LIE
TOGETHER
CONNECTED AS ONE
NO SECRETS
WE ARE AS DREAMS
ARE MEANT TO BE
VIVID COLORS
OF PASSION
KNOWN

The beast with in

Submitted by free2bme on Wed, 11/05/2011 - 01:54

The moon was full, one winter's night.
The snowy ground was filled with light.
There she stood what an awesome sight.
Full round breasts so firm and ripe.
I lowered my eyes to a beautiful sight,
Full round curves with an ass so tight,
From the light of the moon I could see just right,
A well formed pussy shaped just right.

What a Ride

Submitted by hateiowa on Sun, 20/02/2011 - 13:03

Sliding two fingers slowly inside,
I grab my ass checks and spread them wide,
You stop and ask me if I have had enough,
For you tell me that you’re ready to slide your cock into my pussy and you say that you are not going to be rough,
You flip me onto all fours,
For this is the position that you know I adore,
Taking just the head and barely sliding it in,
You’re teasing my pussy, I want it deeper, but your in control, you always seem to win,
Little by little, you slowly slide your cock deep inside,

I Wanna

Submitted by chici on Sat, 22/01/2011 - 23:24

I wanna go to bed
With you in my head
I wanna taste your tongue
I need to know how its hung
I wanna grab hold of your thigh
Make you my one and only guy
I wanna have dirty sex
The kind that gets neighbors vexed
I wanna wrap my legs around your hips
Come eat me like a sweet apple pie with those lips
I wanna make you scream my name
Watch how my ministrations leave no blame
I wanna see you face covered in sweat
You wanna too I bet

georgraphy

Submitted by chici on Sat, 22/01/2011 - 23:20

Eyes search across my body enjoying the topography
Rought hands survey my mountains toying with my peaks
The contours of my hips and bottom moisten with sweat
My climate intensifies as I feel the probing tongue on my skin
A rivulet springs forth deep from my cavern
The landscape dips and rises under masterful hands
An outstretched body begs to receive your sustenance
I'm laying starved for affection, a needy vessel
You give yourself and feed the endless abyss
Crossing my equator I see comets streaking over my universe

Explore My Body Doc

Submitted by cute-poetry on Tue, 18/01/2011 - 18:38

Get distracted in my eyes
as the illusion of your hands
are playing with my thighs,

Study the expressions thats on my face
using our imagination like were in a
special place.

Tongues teasing eachother
heavy breathing one another
hearts pounding like the
sound of a drum.

So much wetness leaving
my body as if it was coke from a can
being mixed with rum

Explore my body doc

Sin, hot sex, and disguise

Submitted by islandgirl_meet... on Mon, 20/07/2009 - 01:52

Come lay you on my bed of broken glass
I only breathe your air and feast your married blood
To sooth my mind and curse my lips
The dawn is breaking and soon the flood
Will drown us, at one with the mud

Shakes his blanket
dusts off his blood and existance
I howl at the moon in satisfaction and disgust
'twas never love just time consuming lust

Staring at her, the flood I shake and bow
I thanked her, the flood, walked away and sighed, "Wow".

-islandgirl_meets_cupid
(Breanna-Rose)

Memory (Sexual Desire)

Submitted by adam starr 88 on Mon, 15/12/2008 - 21:01

Your eyes are the prize
You need to realize they hold no lies
I try to fantasize what you hold inside

As I come around we look up and around
See that no one is to be found
So I slide back around and lower you down to the ground

My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers are streaming through the air
I hold your hips dreaming without a care

Seeking the meaning of what love is
Weakening and weakening after each kiss
Flirting and kissing trying to get to those lips

You come to me as I let you in with ease
Baby go crazy, live out your fantasy
We’re constantly staring away from reality

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