Passion of love

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A crime of passion

Dark skies approach from the West
Tornado warning now in effect
Safe room is their best bet

The locked door holds them captive
Blankets and sheets got them shackled
Let the disorderly conduct begin

Handcuffs, whips and chains
Just a few of their favorite weapons
He’s not afraid of foreplay

He awaits the opening of his favorite dessert shop
Where fresh cherry pies
Eyes him in the face

Tongue prime & ready…
Ready to taste & lick
He sucked until her cherry pop

Earth shattering tremors. No holding back, creamy cornucopia
A downpour of showers as he takes her to utopia
Screams masquerading as thunder

Positions shift with the wind pattern. Reflexes relaxed.
She devours his hard chocolate like it’s her last meal
Payback is a bitch

Wind knocking against the walls
Lightning seems to get closer
Then a loud click goes off

His manhood locked and loaded
He made her assume the position
And punished her for stealing his heart

The way he pounded her with his nightstick
Should be a crime
“Assault with a Godly weapon”

Their bodies floating on clouds
Formed from their wetness
Ready to shower down
To release their final tension

He made her see eternity
Vision of love purity
Left her with clarity
He rescued her from a life of disparity

They both should be indicted
For the inferno they ignited
But the painful pleasure was requited
So there are no victims here

After a peaceful slumber, they wake
Eyeing a dismantled space
Walls with holes, floors with
Debris that once had a place

They looked out the window
No damage was surveyed
It should be a crime...the only place destroyed
Was the place where they laid

Just one tick


I saw a photograph today
it was, without a doubt, pure and beautiful
and completely lost in a moment
of unbridled happiness

it'd bring you to tears
just from the sheer joy of it all

and for a second there
I felt that we shared a moment
even though we've never had acquaintance
the feeling involved
was that good

and then
started to wonder, what happened next
because the story attached
was an inspiration

there was a thought to go looking
chase the photograph
and try get another burst of feeling
just like the fist one

powerful  

but on reflection
wondered if that action might spoil everything
the whole thing, the sheer pureness of it all
and I'm not convinced
that it's worth taking the chance



A dedication of sorts, to some unbelievable souls

Worship

I have
an insatiable desire
to worship
your breasts.

I don’t want to kiss your lips
or penetrate your
warm comforting cunt.
My oft had desires…
of kink and fetish
of tongue fucking
your sweet ass
of rubbing
sucking
and kissing
your pretty feet
of having your
loving
voyeuristic
cuckold of a husband
get off
on watching us
get off
…have been rearranged.

Whilst not on the surface
these thoughts are not
forced to the rear
of my sexually charged mind
They shall return
soon enough
yet for the moment
I am consumed
by my obsession
to worship
your breasts.

I want
to feel their weight
within my hands
unable and unwilling
to peel my eyes away
my tongue tracing
around your large nipples
swirling inward
reaching the center
I want to suck them in
between full lips
twiddling and tweaking them
with a flexed tip of tongue.

I want
to worship
your breasts.

I want them
to feel
cherished
loved
beautiful.

Whilst the catalyst
is self-serving
I wish for you
to feel as if
I have no other thought
in my existence
This obsession
has fully consumed
my entire being.

They’ve become
my heroin.

I want to
bury my face in them
spilling spit
all around and in between
I want to step back
and stare at the beauty
of your saliva soaked tits
glimmering
in the moonlight
swollen and perked up
from the attention
they rightfully
deserve.

I crave the euphoria
of sliding
my throbbing manhood
between them
while squeezing them together
as my comfortably nestled cock
strokes back and forth
head appearing
with each passing thrust
whilst your tongue
serves as lubricant
each time it approaches.

I want
to worship
your breasts.

I want to feel
my scrotum
rub against
your tight core
as my balls
tighten
my cock throbs
uncontrollably
and my body
convulses
spraying you
with my warm seed
first soaking
the right breast
then drenching
the left.

I want to rub
my slippery semen
into your skin
before it settles
into a sticky mess
covering each
of your large breasts
both nipples
and every soft
sensual curve
nothing going
untouched
whilst you lie in
a state of serenity
revelling in
the power
your breasts
have over me
Knowing that
any time you choose
you can have me
completely enthralled

worshiping
your
breasts.

THE PASSIONATE SECRET LOVER

He wrote the words:
“I love you Mary Anne”
on the sandy shores
just to let her know
what he truly feels
deep inside his young heart.
He loved Mary Anne
since they were kids
playing on the beach;
it was then when he wrote
those loving words.

Mary Anne grew up
got married
to a banker friend,
who unfortunately died
just before their marriage
was even consummated—
shot by a jealous former girlfriend
who cursed Mary Anne—
all of her future husbands
would die on the night
of her wedding day.
Thus, she became a virgin widow
at the tender age of eighteen.

A year passed by,
Mary Anne got married again
to another widower in town;
he died of heart attack
on their honeymoon night
while she was in the shower—
still a virgin at nineteen.
Another year has passed,
Mary Anne got married again…
this time to a cop friend
of his secret lover.
I guess you would know by now
what’s going to happen;
you guessed right –
mere coincidence?
Maybe not…three years in a row,
and Mary Anne is still a virgin widow!

Mary Anne’s secret lover
finally came out in the open,
can’t hide his passionate feelings
any longer
now that his waiting is over.
Curse or without,
no rugged mountain or high seas
could stop his passions.
Proposed and got married;
on their honeymoon
passionately made love
on their beach playground
under the crescent moon.
They kissed the night away
until the sea slowly ran low,
and the moon hid behind
its own shadow.
Who would have thought
somebody was lurking
in the dark
behind the nearby trees;
a shot was fired!
A hired assassin
tried to kill the secret lover—
not anymore…
before the bullet
could reach her lover
Mary Anne took the bullet,
thus ending the curse,
and died a virgin no more!

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Her Presence Keeps Me Alive
She pretends that she's content,
And yet she always seems to hide.
She acts calm and collected,
But she's hurting like crazy on the inside.

She can't show she's angry,
She can't show when she is sad,
She can't show when she is happy,
Or even when she is glad.

She secludes herself from others,
Because she believes they won't understand.
How she could bring harm to others,
Just by reaching out for her hand.

Some might say that trying to get her to open up,
Might be a waste of time.
But I feel as though I come closer to her,
With every passing rhyme.

It's taken me some time,
In fact quite a while.
I still can't hear her laugh at my jokes,
But I can see her smile.

She might not show it,
But I don't think she minds it when I am by her side.
But in those moments when she chooses to be around me,
I have never been so happy as to just be alive.

      Ariel’s passion


he was a prince. and Ariel was his slave.
this was the sole purpose of her creation, to serve him until
one of them passed to the realm of Thanatos.

she provided all of his needs…and desires. she fed him & bathed him,
she cleaned the messes that he constantly made. she attended with
great skill to the animal fevers that gripped him. she soothed his lust.

but she was not an uneducated servant. she was endowed with superior
intelligence, attained at the university that she attended, before she was
taken. the prince thrilled to her teachings like a wide-eyed boy when she
spoke of the journeys of the stars across the heavens, literature, poetry,
the songs of ancient minstrels.

she revered him as her master, &, although it was forbidden, she loved
him as a man. she did not debate nor question this emotion, she sincerely
embraced it. he was master of her heart.

one day as she bathed him, she stroked his hair tenderly. this was not
part of the normal regimen, & he admonished her sternly.

‘your hand must think it is not attached to a slave, but rather to a free
woman, stroking the hair of her lover. I could have you beaten, but how
would that profit me? you would be too weak to serve me. you might even
die, & that would be the waste of a moderately useful commodity. you
may worship me & adore me, but it would not be proper for you to love me,
or any man, as you do not have that right. since I want to be sure that you
understand, I will allow you, for this one moment, to speak freely.’

Ariel was on her knees, eyes cast downward, but in her mind she stood as tall
& defiant as a warrior, & spoke thusly:

‘I do worship & adore my master. I am honored that my master chose this
unworthy peasant as his slave. I perform the duties that my master grants in
his benevolence, & I do not complain. I would kiss the mouth of pig if my
master desired it.

I will kneel at your feet & bow to your authority. I will serve my master until I
am unable to rise from my deathbed. you may beat me, you may slay me, if
you desire. but, order me to renounce my love for you?
I will never obey that command!’

Clean Sheets and Dirty Minds



an illusion caught between suspicions;
unwanted insomnia turned sinfully religious
within this silence lingering paranoia.

waiting for so long to hear the harshness of your
voice, to feel your hands slipping over smooth
bark and your finger dipping into the rippled pool.

seeing the many faces of our innocence, guilty pleasures
brought back to my thoughts riding upon locked away
memories that once i deemed insane and dead upon the shelf.

you took my patience and replaced it with sorrow, i surrendered
unto you like a contagious disease ravished upon
clean sheets and entwined within our dirty minds.

at that moment we both need to pass the ticking time,
longing for sexual magic, piece of a dream that taunts us,
satin pillows for exhausted hearts, peace of mind...

Never Touched~

He holds me safe in his mouth
while the sting of lightning cracks
acrossed the sky
Waves of pleasure envelope us
keeping us safe and electrically
charged
I purr for him teasing his universe
of delight teasing my own
desires
We found each other on the tip
of a raven's feathered wings
soaring high
He becomes the beast that I
want to be hunted by bringing
out all my sexual urges
Passionately begging to be let
free patiently waiting for
that day to come
The two of us have never touched
only with our sexual energy using
all our passion
After we share our love our passion
will be stronger united together
finally as one

(Tear Fall)
The tears in your eyes make me wonder if I could lie,
As I look in to your glorious eyes I feel like I fallen from the bright sky,
Your tears are falling from my lies making me wonder why I keep lying,
The more you cry the more I am sorry for what I done,
I really love you I really do I don’t know why I even try to lie to you,
Please forgive me if you do I will tell you I love you every day and cry with joy with you,
You are mine and I can’t control you doe but if you cry I cry,
Babe I love you.
(Tear Fall 2)
Them tears of your are one of a kind,
We share tears of joy the tears in our eyes are a symbol from the night sky,
When the moon enter counter with are tears I see a tear fall of goals and dreams,
As I hold you tight and you cry on my shoulder I feel what you feel a new future of you and me,
Are tears are fallen from the way of life the way of love and the other things we value in life,
Babe I really love you I really do so as long as you stay our love will last forever,
Your eyes are shining your dreams have spoken your vision have awaken and are life have clung together,
If you cry we cry I cry you cry love is only the beginning of you and me,
And never to forget babe girl I love you.