Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Lonely One 1026
She’s traveling at the speed of bliss,
Past time and space in the vast expanse,
Short of breath within her great abyss,
That she rhythmically writhes in dance.
Awestricken in idyllic affliction,
With sensations that are beyond compare,
She accelerates to a poignant friction,
To an end that only belongs to her.
She’s soaring in the wings of desire,
Alone yet full of grace and delight,
The beautiful agony we admire,
Is a commotion that lets her take flight.
She’s wicked and innocent all at once,
Naughty for the...
Past time and space in the vast expanse,
Short of breath within her great abyss,
That she rhythmically writhes in dance.
Awestricken in idyllic affliction,
With sensations that are beyond compare,
She accelerates to a poignant friction,
To an end that only belongs to her.
She’s soaring in the wings of desire,
Alone yet full of grace and delight,
The beautiful agony we admire,
Is a commotion that lets her take flight.
She’s wicked and innocent all at once,
Naughty for the...
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Edging 0329
She looks back at him with anticipation,
For her senses are about to be aroused,
In a light quiver of some unknown sensation,
Certain that the fire is will be doused.
He hungers for the feel of her skin on his lips,
Like cannibalism but tasteful in a sense,
An appetite that’s sure to be addicting,
To have her subdue without any defense.
His hands caress her gently but aggressively,
Forewarning of the flicks she’s about to endure,
The soft and smooth lick1s of her private places,
In worshipping traces will make it all pure.
...
For her senses are about to be aroused,
In a light quiver of some unknown sensation,
Certain that the fire is will be doused.
He hungers for the feel of her skin on his lips,
Like cannibalism but tasteful in a sense,
An appetite that’s sure to be addicting,
To have her subdue without any defense.
His hands caress her gently but aggressively,
Forewarning of the flicks she’s about to endure,
The soft and smooth lick1s of her private places,
In worshipping traces will make it all pure.
...
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Beautiful Little Death 0521
Where does your mind travel to?
In this beautiful little death,
What place do you escape to?
In that second you hold your breath.
It’s so very fundamental,
The simple sinful act of pleasure,
Is so heavenly and natural,
When you enjoy such a treasure.
It’s the ravishing agony we witness,
And look of anguish in the midst of bliss,
That culminates with such a quickness
And emanates from the mind’s abyss.
It’s like some big bang theory,
Of creation altogether,
When the expressions of being weary,
Are light and heavy as a...
In this beautiful little death,
What place do you escape to?
In that second you hold your breath.
It’s so very fundamental,
The simple sinful act of pleasure,
Is so heavenly and natural,
When you enjoy such a treasure.
It’s the ravishing agony we witness,
And look of anguish in the midst of bliss,
That culminates with such a quickness
And emanates from the mind’s abyss.
It’s like some big bang theory,
Of creation altogether,
When the expressions of being weary,
Are light and heavy as a...
306 reads
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Irreverent and Remorseful 0917
Every once in a while, our instincts get the best of us,
We let our raw animal cravings take over without consent,
We give in to the best of our treacherous desires,
Like crimes of passions and sins we then come to repent.
But in the heat of the moment, we won’t fight our nature,
Rather concede as if destiny has brought on our fantasy,
A useless struggle knowing what’s best, right and wrong,
All the while submitting to the appeal of your own ecstasy.
We give in to our longings knowing the consequences,
That the rage that rushes through will put...
We let our raw animal cravings take over without consent,
We give in to the best of our treacherous desires,
Like crimes of passions and sins we then come to repent.
But in the heat of the moment, we won’t fight our nature,
Rather concede as if destiny has brought on our fantasy,
A useless struggle knowing what’s best, right and wrong,
All the while submitting to the appeal of your own ecstasy.
We give in to our longings knowing the consequences,
That the rage that rushes through will put...
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Plaything 0804
Do you see me or think less of me?
When I give into this wayward desire,
Or do you like me more for that side of me,
Does my surrender add more fuel to your fire?
And all in all as I give into you,
Indulging in the madness that I crave,
I yield my will and also my spirit,
I enthusiastically become your slave.
And the frenzied look that’s in your eyes,
Is like a criminal mind who’s at large,
As I become acquiescent to the want,
That’s letting me know you’re the one in charge.
The light that peeks through the bedroom...
When I give into this wayward desire,
Or do you like me more for that side of me,
Does my surrender add more fuel to your fire?
And all in all as I give into you,
Indulging in the madness that I crave,
I yield my will and also my spirit,
I enthusiastically become your slave.
And the frenzied look that’s in your eyes,
Is like a criminal mind who’s at large,
As I become acquiescent to the want,
That’s letting me know you’re the one in charge.
The light that peeks through the bedroom...
257 reads
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My Soul in a Blissful Affliction 1105
I thirst for things that are wicked and sinful,
That for some reason comes to save my soul,
My thoughts are obsessed and without restriction,
That I’m afraid to lose all control.
And I drink from her, this river of passion,
Amid the velvet walls that swell the place,
What I imagine is not fiction,
Watching every expression on her face.
It appeases my longing for a while,
But for some reason also creates an addiction,
Obsessing and reliving the moment,
In anticipation that’s a blissful affliction.
And I rant and I rave like lost...
That for some reason comes to save my soul,
My thoughts are obsessed and without restriction,
That I’m afraid to lose all control.
And I drink from her, this river of passion,
Amid the velvet walls that swell the place,
What I imagine is not fiction,
Watching every expression on her face.
It appeases my longing for a while,
But for some reason also creates an addiction,
Obsessing and reliving the moment,
In anticipation that’s a blissful affliction.
And I rant and I rave like lost...
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The Contour and Figure 0712
She came to me in the middle of the night,
Undressed and provoking me to no end,
“Take me” she says in all her raw nature,
“Take me and I will be your new best friend.”
“Do with me what you will” she fervently says,
“You can do anything, whatever you want,
Do with me whichever way you please, but please!
Use the right size and a really good font.”
And as I gather my thoughts carefully,
I prepare myself to fill her shape and form,
My fingers then twitch a bit nervously,
When I feel her ready heavy and warm.
And...
Undressed and provoking me to no end,
“Take me” she says in all her raw nature,
“Take me and I will be your new best friend.”
“Do with me what you will” she fervently says,
“You can do anything, whatever you want,
Do with me whichever way you please, but please!
Use the right size and a really good font.”
And as I gather my thoughts carefully,
I prepare myself to fill her shape and form,
My fingers then twitch a bit nervously,
When I feel her ready heavy and warm.
And...
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Nostalgia Revisited 0222
b]Is the grass always greener?
Oh imagineer and dreamer,
Who’s always looking at the other side?
Thinking about days of old,
Wishing you could‘ve been foretold,
Longing in your heart you could re-decide.
And it’s no use to torment,
Yourself at every moment,
For the road not taken without a stride,
It is best to look ahead,
Than relive the past and dread,
Then be swept off to sea at high tide.
Better yet to err and learn,
So that you’re able to discern,
How the choices you have made applied,
You think it’s always...
Oh imagineer and dreamer,
Who’s always looking at the other side?
Thinking about days of old,
Wishing you could‘ve been foretold,
Longing in your heart you could re-decide.
And it’s no use to torment,
Yourself at every moment,
For the road not taken without a stride,
It is best to look ahead,
Than relive the past and dread,
Then be swept off to sea at high tide.
Better yet to err and learn,
So that you’re able to discern,
How the choices you have made applied,
You think it’s always...
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Spell 0910
Be careful of the treacherous path you want to tread,
For the thing you wish for you just might get,
The desire in your heart may bring it to you,
That you might not know what to do with it.
What you lust for sometimes has consequences,
Unforeseen down the road you’d never see coming,
An intricate web of events that leads to the present,
That take you back for what may be so unbecoming.
But the urges are too much that they blind you,
With forbidden want that plagues the heart for ages,
And every single bit of need becomes unfathomed,
Until...
For the thing you wish for you just might get,
The desire in your heart may bring it to you,
That you might not know what to do with it.
What you lust for sometimes has consequences,
Unforeseen down the road you’d never see coming,
An intricate web of events that leads to the present,
That take you back for what may be so unbecoming.
But the urges are too much that they blind you,
With forbidden want that plagues the heart for ages,
And every single bit of need becomes unfathomed,
Until...
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Ex and Voy 0528
She looks past his eyes and into his soul,
While he bathes in the beauty of her,
With every breath she takes in and exhales,
It gives them life and brings them together.
Without a single word or names exchanged,
They lock in to this glorious moment in sync,
What they share is purely adulterated,
Delighted and filled in this bonding link.
All this is possible without a single touch,
Not even with the chance of a single kiss,
As he watches her watching him along,
He relishes in the presence of her bliss.
In his fantasy that’s like...
While he bathes in the beauty of her,
With every breath she takes in and exhales,
It gives them life and brings them together.
Without a single word or names exchanged,
They lock in to this glorious moment in sync,
What they share is purely adulterated,
Delighted and filled in this bonding link.
All this is possible without a single touch,
Not even with the chance of a single kiss,
As he watches her watching him along,
He relishes in the presence of her bliss.
In his fantasy that’s like...
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Fixation Part 2 0225
The smooth, soft, silky arch touches his soul,
Solely to dawn on him with poise and grace,
As if it heals him, so wholeheartedly,
That in her heel he feels right into place.
When she’s exposed, like a feathered rose,
It stirs in him such an inclination,
That he seeks to soothe all of this aching,
And appease his need for adoration.
In the velvet like curve that touches a nerve,
His will subdues to her soothing grooves,
Fixated from calf and then down below,
Capturing each of the ways that she moves.
And it’s like a...
Solely to dawn on him with poise and grace,
As if it heals him, so wholeheartedly,
That in her heel he feels right into place.
When she’s exposed, like a feathered rose,
It stirs in him such an inclination,
That he seeks to soothe all of this aching,
And appease his need for adoration.
In the velvet like curve that touches a nerve,
His will subdues to her soothing grooves,
Fixated from calf and then down below,
Capturing each of the ways that she moves.
And it’s like a...
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Illicit Ecstasy 0125
You’re overwhelmed by those images in your head
That at first they seem like some passing fascination,
But then the thought becomes more vivid and lively,
You find yourself living with the constant obsession.
And the sweet torment of the filthy fantasy fulfills you,
For only a little while until you delve in it again,
In fleeting names of shapes and forms, of acts unknown,
That seems to feed your hunger that has no end.
It becomes the perfect scenario of man’s indulgence,
In things that are forbidden and that should never be,
But in the...
That at first they seem like some passing fascination,
But then the thought becomes more vivid and lively,
You find yourself living with the constant obsession.
And the sweet torment of the filthy fantasy fulfills you,
For only a little while until you delve in it again,
In fleeting names of shapes and forms, of acts unknown,
That seems to feed your hunger that has no end.
It becomes the perfect scenario of man’s indulgence,
In things that are forbidden and that should never be,
But in the...
463 reads
3 Comments
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