Sensual Venus

I have my addiction

2007-03-01T09:05:00.000-08:00

I have...

The urge to use,
The urge to touch,
The urge to smell,
The urge to my addiction.
Its been awhile
I last met since.
My-oh-my addiction
Fulfill my indulgence,

My sweet piles of moolah~

crap of life

2007-03-01T09:03:00.000-08:00

Life imitates art.
Arts gives life.
And so,
Life gives Life?

Am I? Did I?
I crap my life.

PRO-FESSIONAL, Yes I am

2007-03-01T08:32:00.000-08:00

Your lines are wrong, your vects too high,
My shout wouldn’t hurt a fly
Who am I to judge? Well I
am a PRO-FES-SIONAL
I am who I know
All my clients tell me so

I can show you how it’s done
Not like THAT, like THIS you see?
Come inside
I can show you better in my ass!

Galactic race of Death

2007-03-01T05:01:00.000-08:00

Last night I dreamed of death,
The sound of death,
Caught in a galactic race.

Find the lovely Princess Death,
Charm my soul with your sadden less.
Guiding me on roadless roads,
Leading me to the vicious witch.
Vicious witch almost did me in.

When up was down I had to spin.
I am tired and need my rest,
But I dare not nod off lest
These strange dreams hit me like a cub.
Mama alas, that’s a rub.

The Garden of Everything

2006-11-07T13:57:00.000-08:00

The Garden of Everything

Here you are
Daylight's star
Made out of miracles

Perfection
Of your own
You Alone
O so incredible

Each atom
Sing to me
"Set me free
From chains of the physical"

O free me, O free me

The mirror melts
I'm somewhere else
Inside eternity

Where you on
Outstretched wings
Sing within
The Garden of Everything

Where memories
Call to me
Backward dreams?
Or phantom reality?

Call to me, they call to me

And so here we are
Lovers of Lost Dimensions
Burning supernovas of all sound and sight
Every touch, a temptation
And for every sense, a sensation

Eyes of pure
Deep azure
Quite unbelievable

The sun's daughter
You've been made
Not to fade
Quite inconceivable

Each atom sings to me
"Set me free
From chains of the physical"

O free me O free me

A love like ours
A starry flower
Through seasons and centuries

As rivers reach the sea
You'll reach me
With songs of your symmetry

A small boat
There will float
To far off coasts
The Isle of Infinity

Come with me. O come with me

Here we'll see
Love's lost tree
Made out of miracles

Emotions, crystal leaves
To cover me
And you in eternity

Each atom sing to us
Through the blood
"Love is a miracle"

Sings softly, it sing softly

And so here we are
Lovers of Lost Dimensions
Burning supernovas of all sound and sight
Every touch, a temptation
And for every sense, a sensation

And so here we are
Twin stars of brilliant brightness
Lanterns lit by life for all the depths of night
And every day will return us
To arms of the ever eternal

And so here we are
So far from earthly orbits
Burning supernovas of all sound and sight
Where every day will return us
To arms of the ever eternal

A Thought of the Day

2006-04-17T07:16:00.000-07:00

A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.
The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."
The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"
The store smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?"
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the little puppy that I want to buy."
The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."
The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."
The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."
To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"

"Weathering the Storm"from Chicken Soup for the SoulCopyright 1993 by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen

When our fantasy met sublime

2005-10-14T21:45:00.000-07:00

My heart beat paced impatiently,
Gliding fingers down your throat.

Licking your seductive collar bones,
As you pant with sighness of desire.
You smooth my breast with your pair of anticipating hands,
As you bite my swollen arousing lips.
Its silky, its tender, I felt it.
As you suck my lips with your lovers bite,
Till all your soul is mine.
As we swim into our paradise of lust,
All fantasies met sublime.

As our sensual womanhood inter-twined,
We couldn’t wait no more,
How much more time shall we have to wait?
When our silk soaking thongs are wet.
As I lead on,
Penetrating my desire in you.
You release a sigh of pleasure.
And as you follow on,
You pierce your thickness in me.
I felt your wet index,
In and out, in and out.
Yes we heard it, our squeachy squachy wet.
You got me sexcited, ah yes!
Our pace speeded, our pants fastened..
Up and down, as our gliding progress,
I felt our nipples rub, our abs smooths
As our grips tighten, our stares harden,
Looking anticipating deeply in our eyes.
Both, we know, we are coming…
Pace pace-less,
Breath breathless,
As we scream for reaching pleasure.
We reached the peak,
I made your “O”, you made mine “O”
We gave a pant of release.
“How much I been wanting you”
You whispering to me,
As I end your sentence with my lavish kiss.
We embrace us with our silky arms,
Slipping under our lover’s spell, held by seductive charms.

Is it a SIN?

2005-10-13T21:29:00.000-07:00

Is it a sin?
I see you lazing there,
your smile tickles my ear
Your contour aroused me
and as I smell your neck,
Your sigh urging me on
as our flesh gleefullyseeks to suckle needfully
our each touching inch.
Your soft moan impatiently waiting
and upward archentices my dreams of kissing you
in and out
as you hold me to your panting chest
urging my tongue to drink deeply into your wet desire.
Is it a sin to need you?
To brush your nipples of wanting erection
brushing over my lips of anticipation;
to listen to your screams oferotica moans;
to serve in your wild satisfaction.

Is it a sin wanting you?

"How Much Is That Puppy In The Window? "

2005-08-13T08:44:00.000-07:00

My bones ache, my muscles sore, so tired I have grown, I sit within the small confines of this tiny cage I call home. Many friends surround me, lots of different breeds, They too share my aches and pains, with no humans to tend our needs. I am a bitch or so they call me, I hear its not a bad name, Lots of puppies I have whelped, to them its just a game. I sit and watch day after day, so many puppies being born, Where do they go, what happens to them, when from their Moms they're torn? I can see the grass growing tall and green, I long to sniff and feel it. I've never walked upon that field nor have they let me near it. Instead I walk upon this screen so hard, so rough so cold. My feet ache, my toes are sore, I'm exhausted and feel so old. My friends have told they lived in places, long before this one. Where humans touched them every day and with children they could run. I long to have just one human pet and kiss me, and maybe play a game. I know it will never happen, but I wish it all the same. Instead they bring another dog and toss him in with me, Another litter I must bear, there's no end that I can see. The little girl that sits beside me, cried out the other day, She screamed out loud then limp she went and the pups were taken away. She was gone but just a day, when her sister was beside me, she too had some more puppies, so small and weak and tiny. The other day they came and checked me, while my puppies were being born, "This ones too big, there's no use now, her insides are too torn" The scooped me up, it hurt so bad, the blood was everywhere, They never tried to help me, they didn't seem to care. They took me to that big green field, and laid me on the ground, The smell was heaven, and the ground so soft, I tried to look around. They covered me with more soft soil, I had nothing to fear. I closed my eyes and just relaxed, I knew the end was near. No longer do I imagine the feel of human touch, or how it feels to run and play, here I have so much. There is a great big colored bridge, and fields that go forever, I'm happy, I'm home, I'm someone's friend, it couldn't get much better."

Kathy Coffman

A Child's Fate

2004-11-26T01:49:00.001-08:00

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End "The Animals' Savior" Copyright Jim Willis 1999

Too...

2004-10-28T06:46:00.000-07:00

You were too stubborn to sit back
and take some blame,
You were too careless to have any shame,
You were too unemotional to feel any pain.
I was too giving,
I gave you my whole heart,
I was too loving,
my love to you is where i'd start,
I was too forgiving,
that you tore my heart apart

Explore with me

2004-09-13T08:16:00.000-07:00

Explore With Me

Fly with meon the moontippedwings of love,amongst the twinkleof the stars and my eyes...Explore with methe wondersof the night,those breathlessmoments of ectasyand fullfillment...
Hold me close and feelpassions eruptingand burning,fiery in it'sevolution andunending in it'scravings...

Credits : Mimi

Leave me alone

2004-09-07T20:56:00.000-07:00

What's wrong with me?
It's school,
my classes
It's my friends
It's him
It's her
It's you
It's my mom,
my dad
It's the way I think
It's everything!...
You're not gonna help it
So don't even try
I don't want to talk about it
You'll only make it worse
Just leave me alone
I want to be alone
What part of *alone*,
do you not understand?!

Hurtful Angel

2004-09-07T20:50:00.000-07:00

Angry Angel Broken WingsWhy do you always haunt my dreams?Fell from HeavenRose from Hell Put me under your magic spellFallen AngelAngry FaceDisappear without a traceTo hear you laughTo see you smileI would walk a thousand milesBeautiful AngelEnraged AirI can't help the way I stareElectrifying eyesCaptivating voiceWhen you speak I feel my heart rejoicePerfect angelPure, divineIt hurts because you can't be mine

Hurtful Angel

2004-09-07T05:48:00.000-07:00

Erotica

2004-06-29T22:27:00.000-07:00

your hands reach out, to take my face
and pull me to your waiting breasts
to suckle you long as a greedy child
lulled by the music, of your hot breath

trembling thighs, so graceful spread
heaven's gate open so wide to see
to plumb the hot and fragrant depths
as you moan and deeply caress me

Motion

2004-06-29T22:25:00.000-07:00

Breath in...
Breath out...
Push in...
Pull out...
Fuck in...
Fuck out...

My urge...

2004-06-19T10:22:00.000-07:00

Your breast being cupped by my thirsty palms,
I will make sure I kick your pussy,
I will make sure I punch your face.
I will make sure I make you bruise,
I will make sure you bleed to dry,
then, i wet you again.
I will make sure I beat you disfigure,
I will make sure I drained you to wrinkled.
As you know,
Your PAIN, is my THRILL.

Taste of BLOOD

2004-06-16T07:20:00.000-07:00

I love the taste of BLOOD
It just excite me to top.
The shimmering red shine on yr pussy,
it just turns me so on.
When my tongue touches the shine,
it just taste so sweet and fresh.
The raw taste of it feel so true,
just like between me and you.
Our clits meets,
sexual desire rises.
The rubbing of ups and downs,
create a rythmatic sighs and moans.
I love the taste of blood,
it shows the pain i gave to you.
Your pain,
my thrill.

Kisses

2004-06-15T10:41:00.000-07:00

My nipples get hard at the thought of your touch,
your tongue in small circles...i want it so much.
Bare flesh against mine and i start to shiver, your
hand between my legs and i soon begin to quiver...

I beg for your tongue in the most sensitive spot..
you lean up and whisper "i want it alot"....
I tell you "take all that you want, all you can stand,
but along with your tongue..you must also use you hand".

You smile and lean down to begin your pleasent task...
im just thankful, twice..i didnt have to ask..
to the rythem of your tongue.. i slowly begin to cum..
then you lean up with a kiss, and offer me some...

Experience

2004-06-15T10:38:00.000-07:00

Holding me closely, safely in your arms
Comforting me with the absentminded strokes of your fingers running through my hair
Inhaling the feminine perfume beneath your masculine implication
Feeling flutters of excitement, anxiety and desire
Fingers tracing circles upon your body
Drawing imaginary lines on fair flesh
Knowing the aspiration within me grows
Wanting to touch, taste, feel, smell and see you in all ways
Beautiful in every way
Lying there being held resisting urges no more
Expectantly embracing you, desire rising ever further
Feeling the fullness of your breasts
Electricity sending bolts of pleasure throughout my body
Tasting the appeal of your skin on my tongue
Mapping the curves
Remembering the sensations
Tingling with anticipation
The sweetest smell of the nape of your neck
Enticing carnal thoughts of your skin pressed upon mine
Feeling the heat of you rise against the heat emanating from me
Eyes locked in a sexual embrace
Smiling lips and trembling thighs
Sensations of your hands riveting me forcefully
Spreading my thighs ever wider
Wanting to divulge my fantasies
Wanting to respect your wishes
Aching for your tenderness
Tasting your lips as they part
Listening to the intensity rise within you
Feeling the jump of your body beneath me
Spasms of pure power rock my body over and again
Hearing your voice in my ear
The whisper in your throat, the sighs of gratification
Compelled to delve into your anxieties and remove them
Quietly the tranquility becomes you and me
Comfortable in our pleasantries
We continue to rationalize
Too much thought obscuring the passion
Too much passion to be obscured
We think too much
Act too little
Dwell needlessly

Velvet Desire

2004-06-15T10:36:00.000-07:00

I remember the kiss of a woman
with lips of velvet desire
so covert;
and teasing softly with my tongue
until they part with eagerness
and meld with mine
as one

I remember those kisses
moving from my lips;
gentle and persuasive;
barely touching me.

I remember warm breath
fanning against my nipple
and me straining with desire;
arching my back
wanting more.

I remember seduction
as it tingles over me;
your kisses arousing
In their tenacity.

I remember the pressure of your hands,
to open up for you;
and still those velvet lips
continue their descent.

I remember the kiss of a woman
with lips of velvet desire,
kissing me soflty,
with warm breaths and nips;
and desire runs untamed,
as you capture my bud,
and drink the juices
from my velvet desire.

Love Making

2004-06-15T10:32:00.000-07:00

Reclining in my soft bed,
Alone as I stare at the cream walls,
I close my eyes,
blackness availing me,
Seeing your face,
I weep to a maudlin state,
My bones seep into dust,
As your beautiful face is there,
In my mind I can see the mere image,
Now your presence fills my bed,
Wrapping your arms around me,
Coddling me with gentle pecks,
Candle light exalting the air,
Filled with fresh scents,
Including the softness of your hair,
The fragrance of your peach skin,
Your arms mould around me,
Almost as if they belong,
Tied to my waist, so complex,
I reverse to your side,
As our eyes meet in a daze,
Your slender fingers entwining with mine,
Ruby lips touch for the first time,
Of the mournful sorrow night,
As we partake in a sentimental kiss,
Our body oppressed close together,
Roaming our hands beyond untouchable places,
Peeling off the distraught clothing,
That hid the nakedness of our bodies,
The passionate kiss deepens,
Into it's own abysmal state,
The smoothness of grinding,
Breasts touching subjacent,
Locked inside a lustful world,
Together, changing positions,
Tongue dipping into our wombs,
Sucking of honey taste,
Dribbling down our hungry mouths,
Moaning for more,
Groans filling the lust room,
Climax spring into open,
You pull me into a grasp,
Kissing my forehead,
The love making retreats,
Until another night.

My Experience

2004-06-15T10:31:00.000-07:00

it's thats mental sex, that get's my mind all
wet stimulating
thought relating
verbally conversating, no playa hating.....sex
99.9% of the time allows her
to sex only my mind
i just thrive off that mental vibe
that she provides
while to each other we commonly speak
and from each other we mentally seek
we search, and we continuously find
the common thoughts in each other's mind
She makes love to my mind and it feels just right
She provides me mental sex, each and every night
As we vibe, we mentally fuck to new hieghts
At times in the dark, sometimes by candlelight
mood music set to the perfect tone
as she verbally sexes my mental zone
she gives me mental forplay by
playing with my notion
she gives me mental oral sex by
vibing with my emotions
see,we can mentally 69
trying to find the perfect time
she is my mental homey,lover,friend
that fucks my mind over and over again
ain't nothing better than a conversation
aroused by mental stimulation
and i have mental masturbation
everytime our conversation
comes to a verbal conclusion
As i patiently await our next mental sex illusion
Our mental sex is always the best
cause there's no physical touch
she looks into my eyes and smiles
and i bust a mental nut
She never had to touch me,nor have i ever
spread my legs
never had to share my body
just the thought that are in my head
But she's always welcome to explore
and if what we seek reaches it's peak
we always go back for more.
It's that mental sex that keeps my
mind all wet.
Cuz mentally is as good as the phsical
sex will ever get.

Sense Me

2004-06-07T09:40:00.000-07:00

Sense me.
Present in your closeness,
Without sight or sound
I am there, and you
sense me.
Feel the soft fire?
Touching without touching,
The ache of closeness,
skin rising to skin.
Thirst for the brush of fingertips.
Drink in my touch,
Fingers on the back of your neck,
A thumb tracing the frame of your face.
Self swallowed up in lips --
dangerous sensation --
a finger intent on knowing you,
a heart intent on remembering.
Breathe living fire,
taste me,
warm moist craving to be deeper inside.
Live and die in a kiss, and feel
Hands exploring your shape.
Your hands, mine.
Fingers reading your skin
like a path to life,
a poem of salvation.
Over every line, every curve,
everything.
Grasping at your neck, sliding down
touch
gasp
lips sliding away from mine, eyes closing,
see the world whirling away
sense swept up in sensation.
My fingertips on your shoulders, touching,
traversing bone and muscle,
taking in your scenic form.
Your fingertips, my fingertips.
Hear, but somehow feel by hearing,
soft sucking sounds of kisses
mapping your neck.
Heart, soul and nerve intertwining,
fingers intertwining,
pulse and push of bodies and needs.
Draw in breath as you feel my hands cross to your belly,
pressing soft, then hard, responding
to your breath, sharp and deep.
Fresh and burning kiss takes hold of your mouth,
swallowing each gasp.
Your fingers -- my fingers --
wide apart, tracing ten paths up your belly,
traveling soft sensitive places.
Hands, hands, wrapping over your breasts,
around, under, beside, lips
devouring mouth and chin and neck,
haphazard kisses, wayward breathing,
hunger, fingers.
Thumbs pressed into your nipples,
fingertips grasping,
yours, mine, twisting and taking
holding and touching,
following your feelings.
Feel the grasp of my fingers on your nipples,
one hand moving down, stroking
sensual curves,
delicate softness,
intimate light spaces
warm, soft thighs,
caressing and touching,
and fingers slipping
to the center of your sensation,
touching wetness, sliding
determined
fingers
lips
touching
knowing
sense bodies and hearts crying out
with sweat and desire
sense me
present with you.

I need a Fuck

2004-06-07T09:38:00.000-07:00

I like hot sex
in blue rooms cool
like ice cream churned
on a winter afternoon

I like wet sex
in red rooms hot
your hunger deep inside me
my breath upon your glock

I want your sex, anytime
in any room or none
stripped bare in the kitchen
drunk and naked on the lawn

I need your hot,
your thick sex throbbing
yeah I'm begging, please!
I kneel at your knees

Baby, I need you, bring it on!

Im Hot Tonight

2004-06-02T09:56:00.000-07:00

Don't tease me tonight, My love
I'm too hot
All day I've waited for
cooling crystalline springs
of your soothing exciting love
Don't make me wait longer
to feel the touch of
manly hands of pleasuring
tenderness and strength

Sweetest capture of my lips by yours
Passion driven dance of our tongues
Only a gossamer sheerness of black lace
between us and Nirvana
I feel the tremble of your hands
as effortlessly you peal
the bareness of my waiting body
free from its filmy bonds
like a piece of sweetly ripened juicy fruit

Hold me close against
masculine hardness of chest
as firm roundness of
my yearning smooth
mounds of heated pleasure
and rock hard rosy nipples
nest in the hair between your manly breasts
Let me feel the pushing, pulsating
strength of impatient hard manhood
against my thigh and dewy valley of love
moist with pleasant wine
for your tongue to taste

Kiss my neck, your hot breath
and whispers of love against my ear
as you feel the trembling
of my fevered flesh against yours
Move with knowledge of all
my feminine desires
all my secret places of hot delight
as your hands, lips and tongue
caress bare shoulders
ivory breasts and hard rose buds
that push and rise
to meet their source of pleasure
Give me all of you, My Love
within the warmth of my mouth

I withhold no pleasure
from my beloved
and I lovingly, skillfully
hold you there in warm wet sanctuary
until You are satisfied
Taste the sweet saltiness
of long shapely legs,
quivering smooth satin of
thighs that open to you
Lush down adorned valley of pleasure
welcoming your lips and tongue
to drink deeply of passion's intoxicating wine
Let me feel the hardness of masculinity
enveloped in the softness of femininity
as you move against me
in ever increasing thrusts

Let me hear you call out my name
as I call yours
Once again the perfect completion
of love is ours
As we rock each other
and both our worlds
again and again,
lost in passion's flame

Pussy

2004-06-02T09:53:00.000-07:00

A woman's pussy is beautiful,
When it's open like a flower.
It's insides shine with a lovely sheen,
It's prettier by the hour!

The pussy's pink and so succulent,
With the glow of it's pussy juice.
Lightly coating everything inside,
There's nothing about it obtuse!

It's sweet slickness is lingering there,
Waiting for a hot tongue and lips.
To lick and slurp and suck it all up,
And make it have orgasmic trips!

There's nothing nearly as beautiful,
As a pussy open to view.
It's Heaven sent and Divinely made,
And is waiting for me or you!!

AS I feel you Touch Me

2004-06-02T09:45:00.000-07:00

As I feel you touch me
I wonder if you know
What my body’s wanting
Where I wish your hands would go

Your tender loving kisses
The soft caressing of my cheek
They leave my body aching
For things of which we never speak

I know you love me deeply
I can see it in your eyes
I desire more than you can give
It’s your touch for which my body cries

How long must I beg for you
Can't you see I love you so
If love was measured by a shining light
Then my heart would surely glow

As I feel you touch me
I wonder if you know
What my body's wanting
Where I wish your hands would go

A Dream

2004-06-02T09:24:00.000-07:00

Breathe. . .in.
Breathe. . .out.
I feel a storm arise inside my soul,
Washing away the decay of yesterday.

All I sense is emptiness;
Wheres the love I've been promised?
Fleet, the webs that live, tranquil in my eyes,
And inside these walls, the spiders lurk near.

O', consume me.
Convulse, I do, where wilting flowers cry,
Tho' I yearn for some other existence.
Bound to this forsaken dream.

I bare my scars;
I bare my innocence.
Chained, nor tied to this crucifix,
That reminds me, everyday. . .of the pain.

When you kiss me...

2004-06-02T09:22:00.000-07:00

when you kissed me was it real?
when you kissed me was it right?
when you kissed me were you really kissing me?
when you kissed me was it love you were feeling?
when you kissed me was it from your heart?
when you kissed me was it because you loved me?
when you kissed me was it just to kill everything inside of me?

Bondage Desire

2004-06-02T09:20:00.000-07:00

Whips and Chains excite me!!!
tie me up and throw me down,
and show how much you like me!!!
When I start to move around,
Chain me up strait to the ground,
Leather and cuffs
Just aren’t enough
I just like to have it rough!!!
Make sure I don’t make a sound.
As I lay there cuffed and bound!
Pain is wonderful, it is my pleasure
When I lay there clothed in leather

Slowly take your turn

2004-06-02T09:19:00.000-07:00

place your palm
oh my cheek
tell me what you need
and ill fulfill
your wildest dream
put your tongue
on my lips
then ill show you
all my tricks
put your teeth
on my neck
leave your mark
make me spark
push me down
on the floor
tear off my shirt
lets make this work
kiss me down
and down
and down
hit my spot
make me rock
wait
stop
dont get dressed
we're not done yet
its my turn now
sit back
relax
ill take care
of that carrot
in your pants
but let me start
at your neck
cause you know
thats my fetish
i like to lick
but i love to bite
but would you mind
if i take my time?
i like it slow
but one more thing
can i climb on top
i dont know what it is
but thats my fav. spot
let me ride that cream filled twinkie
but dont forget i like my spankings!

That Morning

2004-06-02T09:15:00.000-07:00

You told me you wanted to see me
You wanted to come over.
I didnt know what to expect
But when you go there, I was able to see.
We went to my room and started to kiss.
You were exploring me
We were in total bliss.
You took off your clothes
Then I took off mine.
You entered into me
and our loved intertwined.
I thought I was in eternity
It was that morning you had something special
You had my virginity.

All I wanted for that night

2004-06-02T09:12:00.000-07:00

All I wanted was lust.
Screw a bunch of trust.
All I wanted todo,
Was straddel you.
I wanted to cream,
And I wanted to scream.
I wanted to make you moan,
And I wanted to hear you groan.
All I wanted was rough sex,
And I wanted to lick your rock-hard chest.
All I wanted was to make you mine,
But just for that one time.
I wanted you to lick and kiss me down there.
I wanted to squeeze the back of the chair,
As I was riding you so hard,
As hard as I could bare.
But you forgot that you weren't suppose to call me,
After I had told you that's how it had to be.
I just wanted you for that one night,
And for this I'm sorry because it just wasn't right.
Thank you alot though,
But you just need to go.