Colors had finally died, lied, made
me think, blink in ghostly breaths,
deaths….
I laid ashen and blush, everything hush,
pale, and upon me You climb,
snowing, exploding….
Skin on skin, open, gaped in blurry
flurries….
I quiver, shiver as you lick the
folds of Spring away…..
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…..
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……
Pussy howling, on the prowl to meet and
greet….repeat….
*Image taken from Pinterest*
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
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…..
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*
HE DOESN’T KNOW I LIKE TO MISBEHAVE, TO BE TREATED
THIS WAY WITH NO SAY…..
I LIKE TO POUT, MY MOUTH HE CAN’T TAKE HIS
EYES OFF..WANTING TO BITE…
I LIKE IT WHEN HIS EYES GO DARK,
SEEING HOW FAR I CAN PUSH BEFORE
HE SHUSHES….
HE MAKES ME CRAWL WHEN HE CALLS…
ALL NAKED, CAN FEEL THE WETNESS BETWEEN
MY THIGHS, MAKING ME HIGH…
I LEAVE A TRAIL FOR HIM, LATER HE CAN
GO BACK AND SMELL…
I FEEL FLUSHED AND RED, READY TO PLAY, TO BE HIS….
HE BLINDFOLDS ME, BEADS BREAK OUT, MY SKIN
COMES ALIVE, ON HANDS AND KNEES JUST TO PLEASE….
I FEEL HIM CLOSE, BREATH MAKING ME BE A GOOD
GIRL….
MY TONGUE SURFACES ON CRACKS, AND HE CATCHES,
TAKES IT INTO HIS OWN…..
HE ENGULFS ME, BENDING ME INTO ARCHES OF WORSHIP….
HIS TEETH ENGRAVES MY WHIMPERS, KNOWING HOW I
DELIGHT IN SUCH….
HANDS ROUGH, TURNS MY HEAD TO SPLIT MY VEINS,
TYING IN BOWS JUST TO POSE FOR HIM AND ONLY HIM.
I AM RESTLESS, NEEDY, ACHE, AS HE BREAKS ME IN HALF…
HIS MOUTH TRAVELS LOWER, BE BOLDER, AND ONCE AGAIN
I SUCCUMB, HIS SACRIFICE….
*IMAGE FROM PINTEREST*
*THERE WILL BE A PART 3*
YOU IN MY WAY, ARE YOU READY TO
OBEY?
I SAY…WHAT’S THE PASSWORD?
HE SAYS….I WANT TO FUCK YOU……
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