Submissions by Panter896
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Tease
As she sat in lace panties;
damp from her liquids,
so slick they easily slip,
down over her pelvis,
sliding off her hips.
Thighs parting, legs spread wide
Her fingertip tips,
the crescent between her lips,
then tracing her slit,
Pressing,
Caressing,
As her waist lifts.
Her present,
His gift,
Turning herself on,
teasing him like this.
damp from her liquids,
so slick they easily slip,
down over her pelvis,
sliding off her hips.
Thighs parting, legs spread wide
Her fingertip tips,
the crescent between her lips,
then tracing her slit,
Pressing,
Caressing,
As her waist lifts.
Her present,
His gift,
Turning herself on,
teasing him like this.
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Climax
Just when I've reached my max,
you climb on and climax,
body shaking,
your soul relaxed.
Then lay you down, and
give you more of that.
I'm so deep,
I got your back,
you smile,
As I pulled your legs further back.
The deeper I reach,
the more you react.
the harder i push,
the harder you push back.
Grabbed your hair,
Turned your head back.
Rough love,
Hitting it from the back,
I get you off like that.
now there's no going back.
you climb on and climax,
body shaking,
your soul relaxed.
Then lay you down, and
give you more of that.
I'm so deep,
I got your back,
you smile,
As I pulled your legs further back.
The deeper I reach,
the more you react.
the harder i push,
the harder you push back.
Grabbed your hair,
Turned your head back.
Rough love,
Hitting it from the back,
I get you off like that.
now there's no going back.
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Nymphea
lips resembling red batik.
unique physique.
covered in mystique.
her will is strong,
as her flesh is weak.
shapely curly cue,
form her widows peek.
unique physique.
covered in mystique.
her will is strong,
as her flesh is weak.
shapely curly cue,
form her widows peek.
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Lady in Red
Hands and hair tied.
her playful hand,
teasing his limp rod.
Her warm mouth,encroaching
him; swollen.
Her mouth melting him,
he's molten.
Her tongue searching
every morsel of his parcel.
guiding him in her portals;
Shallow, deep-strokes, partial.
Her wide mouth, spread open.
Eyes wide shout, she's choken.
Full-lips, stretched thin,
wrapped around him:
Thrusting.
Deep,
his encumbrance,
she's embracing.
Guiding hands, Guiding him.
Heart racing.
Below her waist,
she's...
her playful hand,
teasing his limp rod.
Her warm mouth,encroaching
him; swollen.
Her mouth melting him,
he's molten.
Her tongue searching
every morsel of his parcel.
guiding him in her portals;
Shallow, deep-strokes, partial.
Her wide mouth, spread open.
Eyes wide shout, she's choken.
Full-lips, stretched thin,
wrapped around him:
Thrusting.
Deep,
his encumbrance,
she's embracing.
Guiding hands, Guiding him.
Heart racing.
Below her waist,
she's...
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Lips sealed
Your lips hold secrets,
I promise to, never to tell,
as long as you share them with me.
The weight I will bare; as long
as you keep them between you and me.
Lets speak in tongues,
so the message gets across,
from you to me, appropriately.
All things come to an end,
unfortunately.
So lets stop wasting our time,
and take full advantage of this opportunity.
I hope you are keeping score; that's two for you,
and one,two for me.
I promise to, never to tell,
as long as you share them with me.
The weight I will bare; as long
as you keep them between you and me.
Lets speak in tongues,
so the message gets across,
from you to me, appropriately.
All things come to an end,
unfortunately.
So lets stop wasting our time,
and take full advantage of this opportunity.
I hope you are keeping score; that's two for you,
and one,two for me.
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Explosive Reaction
I slide myself between her tenderness.
She trembled from the embrace.
Her shivers soon tamed.
The pain of a pinch,
She's feeling it inside.
Unimaginable pleasures,
then refrained from the release.
Nails tearing at my flesh,
her fingers grip, then dig deep.
Sensations of pleasure eclipse reality.
Ravenous passions, we consume; selfishly.
Tension building, unbearable pressure.
Her emotions erupt
uncontrollably,
repetitively.
Now I'm inspired and explode, literally.
and paint a picture vividly.
She trembled from the embrace.
Her shivers soon tamed.
The pain of a pinch,
She's feeling it inside.
Unimaginable pleasures,
then refrained from the release.
Nails tearing at my flesh,
her fingers grip, then dig deep.
Sensations of pleasure eclipse reality.
Ravenous passions, we consume; selfishly.
Tension building, unbearable pressure.
Her emotions erupt
uncontrollably,
repetitively.
Now I'm inspired and explode, literally.
and paint a picture vividly.
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Love; on purpose
The purpose of love is to serve another person.
The nature of love is to serve itself.
The difference between nature and purpose,
resonates in the form of pain.
Harmony of the two equal happiness.
Without the other; one cannot exist,
Once established; immune to destruction.
The nature of love is to serve itself.
The difference between nature and purpose,
resonates in the form of pain.
Harmony of the two equal happiness.
Without the other; one cannot exist,
Once established; immune to destruction.
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WaterProof
Encased by your sleeve,
emulating all I need.
Divine, intertwined,
you optimize, my need.
Tight fit, managed to fit
inside, we maximize.
My size, between your thighs.
Turned you on your sides,
So I could slide inside
even then, I pressed your sides.
A little pinch, you made your bed,
now close your eyes.
I’m getting mine.
Mind penetration. Perfect
stimulation, bodies; rotations
Thee-spot(s): many sensations. ...
emulating all I need.
Divine, intertwined,
you optimize, my need.
Tight fit, managed to fit
inside, we maximize.
My size, between your thighs.
Turned you on your sides,
So I could slide inside
even then, I pressed your sides.
A little pinch, you made your bed,
now close your eyes.
I’m getting mine.
Mind penetration. Perfect
stimulation, bodies; rotations
Thee-spot(s): many sensations. ...
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Inhibition
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Raw
Now,
laying on the bed.
Your legs spread;
I’m all over it.
Standing overhead,
You getting over it.
Simon says,
repeat after me:
Deep thrust;
full-filling your needs.
my philosophy.
Uncontrollable; lust
controlling me.
Our Body language: sign language
Bodies touch.
making progress.
Overcoming;the rush.
Multiples,
then ecstasy,
next is me,
feeling the energy.
Ready to digress.
You: swallow my pride,
leave the rest...
laying on the bed.
Your legs spread;
I’m all over it.
Standing overhead,
You getting over it.
Simon says,
repeat after me:
Deep thrust;
full-filling your needs.
my philosophy.
Uncontrollable; lust
controlling me.
Our Body language: sign language
Bodies touch.
making progress.
Overcoming;the rush.
Multiples,
then ecstasy,
next is me,
feeling the energy.
Ready to digress.
You: swallow my pride,
leave the rest...
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Vivid Imagery
All day,
My mind plays;
fast-forward
on the hour,
our foreplay,
at four today.
Me inside you;
hard pressed;
soaking wet;
hands: round neck.
Talking dirty,
making a naked mess.
Wet lips; stolen breathe.
The future coming; past tense.
moans and groans.
Blood rushing; lost my breathe.
your face flush and,
we aren’t even touching:Yet.
Day dreaming; In real-time:
Bodies dripping wet,
Everybody copaset.
Change of tune.
Tone alternate.
On...
My mind plays;
fast-forward
on the hour,
our foreplay,
at four today.
Me inside you;
hard pressed;
soaking wet;
hands: round neck.
Talking dirty,
making a naked mess.
Wet lips; stolen breathe.
The future coming; past tense.
moans and groans.
Blood rushing; lost my breathe.
your face flush and,
we aren’t even touching:Yet.
Day dreaming; In real-time:
Bodies dripping wet,
Everybody copaset.
Change of tune.
Tone alternate.
On...
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Little Red She-Devil
I remember her from way back. Teasing me, bending back. Gave me a curious look; looking back. She teased me, I teased her; she needed me; I needed her back. She was a naughty girl, her mind one track. Orchid: tattoo, the vine crawling up her side: Lil Red Devil, on the small of her back. Red hair up their, the curtains match; but it’s more like a flame, cause I asked her to shave it like that: burning passion; she smirked when I named it like that. Her fantasies, always seem to be schemed like that. Feisty little thing, hope she keeps it up like that. Even in my dreams, the memories, keep...
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