Current and tide obey an unseen force
we cannot challenge.
No less power pulls me to you than
drags oceans across land.
The smell of your hair,
sweet and pillow matted fills my lungs.,
Moon summoned tide halts its retreat
to gather and roll upon the shore, perfect template,
bent and shaped to fit pool and inlet,
relentless scour to twist and shape
the ephemeral sand, so solid underfoot yields, helpless to the wave.
Useless eyes close to concede until tide recede.
Blinded in the riptide,
driven by hunger and smell,
I kiss the changing shore
of your spine to find the sweet cleft that
hides the wellspring of all my desire.
The soft globes pry apart to yield your tender portal.
My prehensile tongue, crazed by slow cooked musk,
residue of the night’s sleep, digs and paws for more,
as the smell of all life fills my lungs and floats
my brain beyond my skull.

 

Yours is the heart I lean upon,
it's safety encompasses my soul.
Where once was misery and despair
now dwells my comfort, my peace,
it leaves me cleansed, born anew

Maybe you also know soul to soul,
a path once rough now renders peace,
for every trial you might look upon
which once descended into despair,
at last, at last brings hopes anew.

What to strive for more than peace,
to put aside pettiness of life's despair?
When all about aim to pierce our soul,
we surely must be placed upon
this earth to bring safe haven love anew.

Many's the time pain bred despair
and brought more questions down upon
my heavy heart, and left no peace.
But still with humanity's staunch soul
led onward once more, to search anew.

But then it wasn't until I looked anew,
there was your love showered upon
a withered heart to chase away despair,
and now I lie within your arms at peace,
You are forever my heart, my love, my soul.

 

Her breast soft white,
where she held him nuzzling to suckle
at a nipple erect with longing from
his hardness pressed against her thigh.
Theirs were stolen moments
magnifying a need too strong to forbid,
yet still he teased, his tongue between her lips
and a wandering finger tip entered
her most intimate of places
until her dam swelled, burst
and in a moment's inattention
she threw him on his back,
impaling herself, wanton and wanting.
"Oh my love, my love, heaven must be here
and you are my salvation."

 

I sent a cherub
softly whispering in her ear,
well crafted words to
induce seductive visions,
wicked dreams of my desire.

Playing cupid’s part
poorly, though he looks the role
of the winged archer,
mosquitoes fly just as well
and lack cherubim conscience.

The message was his
mission, but he betrayed me,
steadfast for my love,
and sang not my love song,
And murmured this caveat,

Mind words a poet
spins, a deceiving spell cast
to ensnare your heart.
When your beauty is lusted,
poets may not be trusted.

 

Just written and not even edited, so please forgive any typos etc!
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He loves me, meeeeeeee!
All the beautiful bodies, soft breasts
here on show, temptation's bower, yet,
it's mine he comes to, to enfold him.
Whose heart is within my own
clichéd we beat as one, he and I.
Work worn hands, rough thumbs
across my clit, yet with tenderness,
gentleness of love, leading to teach
the longing for obedience, leading
with words poetic, his strength
takes but never forces, I submit
My Lord.
Willingly.

 

Sorry churning them out .... no edit!
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It frightens me how much I love you,
not the love itself, but so much to lose.
I've never walked this road before,
you lead and I follow, willingly now.
The obedience I embrace, yearn for,
just the thought warms and I glow,
juices flowing to puddle and ooze.
Always ready now, you taught me that,
but did you need to teach?
Perhaps you didn't, one look is all it takes
and I'll obey .... anything. One touch,
oh My Lord, your touch! Touch me there!
I spread before you and beg "Please"!
"Please Master, touch me"! Let me
take your cock within my mouth,
show my love, my adoration, my worship.
So strange, you taught but never forced.
You took my love, accepted, expected it,
but not just take, most wonderful of all.
You love me.

 

In a world of everything for a tan,
hers is flawless white alabaster,
and as he passes a thumb over
each soaped erect pink nipple,
she sighs, lying waiting amongst
the bubbles for his hands to seek out
each intimate orifice, to cleanse
for his waiting tongue to later delve
deeply, as her body rises to meet him,
until their dance of writhing limbs
proclaims passion as only lovers can.

 

There once was a man from Peru...