Hold my sweet pussy With your mouth And start loosely To waiver your tongue Up and down And around Softly, Barely touching, Till I’m hot And I’m seething, Then pin open my lips With your fingers And linger Your tongues tip on my clit For a second And wetten My pussy with spit Till I’m squirming with bliss
Push your fingers inside me, Explore the new territory Carefully, Experimenting With every ridge found, Until you hear my drowning sound Of pleasure, Now stay there And play there And feather your tongue, Now tort, Above my hard clit Till I arch, Needing more, Till I’m full And I’m yours
Suck stronger, Bite harder, Push deeper And squeeze All this desire out of me, Till it’s flowing fast Past your wrist, Now fist me you bitch Kissing your strength on my wet swollen lips, I grab hold of my tits And scream Leaning in, I claw ‘cos I’m raw And I’m beaming and sore
Pull out, Enjoy watching My fanny pulsating And my heart, Through my breasts, Rapidly racing, I’m panting and dripping, You’re wanking and dipping Your cocks head in and out Of the edge of my wet And then into my mouth
My jaw opens wide, I’m sucking you hard As if it’s the last And I’m loving it, Tugging it Till you let out a gasp And spill over my face Then down, over my lace, Both smiling, Both sweating, Both licking my lips, Both wasted And chasing The last taste with a kiss
Let me know what you think!
Mon, 25th April, 2011
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New World
He set the scene Like a perfect movie Clear crystal sea Glints Barely moving To the slight Soft breeze Kissing Cool lips Upon caramel skin As the sun Slowly strips And engulfs Both free Naked Souls of the world To the birds and the bees To the liberation they hold She leads the way To the white Hot Sand cove Where together They play As if time itself Froze She strokes His bare chest And with each caress His flesh Bubbles beneath Anticipating the next Both hands wander In wonder Of new Shapes and sensations Far beyond Stronger Than past visitations Mellow moments Follow Flow Fall Into trance Awaiting nothing And all In this instance Of chance Their eyes glazed Gaze Wanting more He displays The champagne Raising whispers Of release From lusts aching pain The pop Of the cork A premonition to come As the shower Of steam Ripples And dribbles Its song Pouring Glorious fluid Surplus to his lips She slips Down and licks Up the trickles Then dips Her head in between Him He on his knees And laps Slowly At first Till her thirst Turns to greed He involuntarily Widens His thighs To comply Then as ferial As nature He moans As she roams To the crash Of the tide Liquids of expense Greater than gold Mix with intense Flavours of bold Sweetness And salt Fruit Flesh and sea She savours them all Licks her lips Nearly clean Then she takes a large gulp Of champagne And holds In her mouth And goes down On his pride In one stride To the base of his cock Gently rocking To mock The bubbles To play Sparkle Thrill Tingle and shock Giving a feeling So warm Cold And calm Yet electric The eclectic Spurns rivers And rolls Ripples Of exhausted Convulsions Speed through his shaft As shivers take over His pert arching arse Contracting The motion Spreads wildly And piles On top of the next To his shuddering head Through stretched arms and legs To his clenched fingertips He holds on As her tongue Runs the length of his mast She doesn’t want to let go Yet she rises Up fast To stop The close topple Over the edge She takes a strong suck And kisses His wedge Another honeyed mouthful Then envelopes His balls He pulls at the sand Without hope Or resolve All material self Melts And dissolves With a surge He bursts Back into this New molten world All else forgotten Existence erodes And with one last virginal Final explosion Together Their chosen Freedom is served
Two Can Play
My cheek rests Crisp Against the cotton sheets Eyes are closed At peace Though not near darkened sleep
I dissolve into my world Unaware Yet knowing you are there Maybe stroking Your own piece To evoke my penetrating prayer
I tour my slightness Practised hands Cruising curves and folds Feeling the bones give way to flesh Beneath my breasts My feelers stroll
Knees rise And softly bend As contentment comes and settles Fingers wander Till two pink tips Dance their daydream on my petal
I guess I must have drifted off Lazily Playing Forgetful of You watching Whilst I circle And insert My nimbleness between my lines Over and under Lost in time
Rising my hips I hear you whimper Mixed in with my cries of simple pleasure And laying Displaced In myself and my sex Your warm impression enfolds And frisks over my flesh
I flex my discretion To the tiniest touch Sending shivers of silver To my exhausted blush
And I listen And I hear Your watering mouth
Then I wait
Till your unable to control your bold self
Sliding close Smoothly I feel our heat blend Where my nectar has trickled Our scents cloak and transcend
Firm hands raise me From beneath my keen hind My calves meet your shoulders Fingers fold round my thighs
The most merciful nudge Taunts me As the interval prolongs The moment stretching its beauty For the thrill to move on
And just when I slip Back to the calm of the cum Your power slams Deep Reaching my sweetness With stunned Fullness I drink in the air till I burst Tranquillity broken Awoken To thirst