An Ode to Fuck

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A peek into my mind of 7 years ago…It’s fair to say that while my poetry is much deeper these days, not much has changed… ********************* fuck me with intention fuck me with conviction fuck me with passion fuck me with ambition fuck me on a whim fuck me skin to skin fuck me deep […]

His Cherished Pet

holding hands with fingers laced
like a glove wrapped in a sweet embrace
arms that round the waist with hands on hip, placed
securely to fit with bodies aligned side by side
flesh against flesh a caress that soothes as it slides
the warmth of freedom when love is untied
with a thumb, tracing her brow she sways
as it calms her doe eyes to a starry gaze
her lips part, her hunger raised
speechless but for a sigh her breath escapes
the heat from her desire drapes
his fingers lustfully scrapes
past lips into her mouth hot and wet
tongue dancing and sucking, his eyes now set
beholding his hearts match, his cherished pet


Are You Ready?

He sits across his lady
She stares into his eyes
She wants him badly
Badly enough to cry
He smiles
She sighs
He whispers…

I will devour you
Caress every inch of flesh
Taste the sweet sweat that pours from your skin
Untangle your limbs to open wide
Invade every crevice with lust
Fill every portal with love
Pull your hair
Bruise with kisses
Mark with bites
Weigh you down with every thrust



I see you biting your lip
Rocking in your chair
I can smell you filling the air
Stop your fidgeting
Or I wont come there
Where you will sit listening
To every word I say
And absorb the heat
That my breath sends your way
Words that you hear
Igniting the images in your head
Driving mad
Thoughts evolving
From gentle touching
To full on fucking

Here I sit
Teasing you with words
Brush strokes that coat a canvass of flesh
Tingling with little girl delight
At the thought of making passionate love
All through the night

He sits across his lady
She stares into his eyes
She wants him badly
Badly enough to cry
He smiles
She sighs
He whispers…

Are you ready?


Woman iii/v

Heat would rise blistering,
as it chars the grain that travels,
from ground to heights,
that meet your eyes.

Arching back as your curves dance,
leaving trails to hike up between your thighs,
tight to my sight that pulls,
me into your heaving breasts.

The length of your neck exposed,
eye teeth grow from my mouth,
wanting to bite, nay, compelled,
to sink into your flesh with a vampires hunger.

The taste of blood trickles down my chin,
mingling with my saliva dripping on your skin,
fluids from inside pour hot with desire,
burning, burning, burning in your fire.


Woman ii /v

In different point of view,
the blood that is pumped,
through my veins follows,
the shape of a woman,
that invades my,

The hour is glassed,
as time beads in drops,
with a yearning to hold,
her hips in my hands,
soaked with my,

The scent that rises,
from her wet moist cunt,
drips on the head,
of my bulging cock,
filling more, my

To hold her hair as reins,
and pull back her head,
as my thrust impales,
smacking flesh to flesh,
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