MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Category Archives: EROTIC POETRY

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He makes me sore, through my pores, and i want

more…..

Pushing my limits, always and more, to my core….

My dark muse brought to life, like a knife he splits,

becomes apart of me, my only plea….

He’s kissed every inch, pinched, leaving

his mark till we part…..

I love feeling him the next morning,

his smell still inside me, sore, till

i want more…..


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Past the backdoor to the front, on knees, nose to doorbell,

my soul sealed, done deal…..

Sucking my feet, trick or treat….

In your warmth I can be found when no ones

around…..

Teeth on nipple and I ripple, pushing me just

a little bit more, your little whore….

Spanks ass, breaking me like glass,

and I submiss, only with a kiss, as it

slips between my reds…..

Nails on back, sublime cracks to let you

in…..sin….let’s…begin…..

Hair in hands, every strand gold, bold

as you control……

You nudge, shove, inside, out, making

me drought, until your mouth is

there again…..water me……


 

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Pussy howling, on the prowl to meet and

greet….repeat….

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That he is adorable, so much younger than me,

but, could he be the key to unlocking…me…..

His eyes like the skies, i want to dip and fly…in

them….

His hair neat, calm, and imagine getting

tangled there, just to hear his breath against

my neck….

I’d like to taste him, hard, soft, maybe, teases

just to see shadows cross over, the afterlife waiting,

baiting, will he, or won’t he….?

Could praying hands touch sin and still

grin?

He knows…because i told him so…..

 

The Skin I Live In: Jedrek Pordzik + Konstantin Vasiliev by Ian Chiang


Let me taste you slowly and drown in your waters Baptismal rites Let your moans slowly ascend upward Melting interlocking fingers Burning liquid and flaming tongues. . .

via Lingerie Literature — CableScript

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Are you…wanna be my fuck boy, toy?

To turn the moon blood red while giving you

head?

I’ve always known love was not for me, you see….

Can I straddle while you paddle…..me…..please…..?

I’ve dreamed of you a million times until you finally

become real, my thrill….

I want to become soppy wet, my pet as your

fingertips pretend to drift on bliss as my eyes

roll back, riding you, if only your mother knew…..

Between the pews we play instead of pray as

God watches, cusses….

So long and lean, your hands run red as you trace,

heart race, meeting blue skies and tied dyes…..

I run in fields of gold, flowing through pink flowers,

as we blend, bend, taking you deep, playing for keeps….

Mouth on me, stirring Heaven in my veins, insane…..

I gush, rush, and I don’t want to be saved….

You, the sunlight, me, your dark dream….

I wonder what you would sound like when you come,

would you say my name in shame…..stay

hard, in charge….?

We, sinners, having each other for dinner….

I wipe my mouth, eyes meet, famished all over

again…..

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Just him and i in our own world, in each others

minds, what a mess that is, i miss…

We see eye to eye, making each other fly….

I love it when he towers over me, not knowing

what will come next, perplexed….

We speak to no words, we just know…

String of beads up and down my spine,

pretending to play blind….

Lower still to my ass pussy, my body

draws, waiting…waiting…..

Teeth clenched, i am drenched, and never

want to be dry again….

We make memories on strands of cinnamon….

Notes rise and fall as each tune is released…

I crumple like sheet music, waiting for the

next melodious creation….

*THERE WILL BE A PART 4, THE

FINAL..PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

 

 

 



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