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Ok...I have 3 new poems to post today. Hope you like them all. I'm also gonna post the Sock Series in its entirety, since I completed it today. Big whoop!!
 
Lol...sigh.

What? :kiss:

The Diminutive Darling
Stands men on their head
By bowling them over
With beautiful pics on her thread.

While the Raven Haired Beauty,
Equally sublime,
Captivates with charm
And a peek at a time.

Separately together,
They write a head-spinning script,
For the unreality of life
We call AmPics on Lit.

A daybreak check-in,
They must still be asleep,
Threads filled with posts from overnight,
Left by unskilled counters of sheep.

The Diminutive Darling’s
Got morning schoolwork to do.
But type your post anyway,
And she’ll get back to you.

The Raven Haired Beauty
Spends her mornings healing.
Just like her time on Lit,
Delivering good feelings.

By mid-afternoon,
Both somehow find time,
To enable portable devices
And check-in on-line.

But when evening falls,
They are busiest it seems,
Working their wiles
To fulfill our naughty dreams.

The images they post,
So hot that they should,
Tease our infatuations,
Create forests of man wood.

And so many followers,
Erotic image inspired,
Type praises and compliments
‘Till their digits grow tired.

“You are a goddess” “So sexy”
“Oh, what I wouldn’t do,”
Accolades so numerous
They run out of word for these two.

Yet these women still discover
New artistic poses and props,
And the very next picture
We all hail as tops!

They check up on each other,
With compliments and “hey”s,
Talk of shopping and shoes
And Catholic schoolgirl days.

They chat about meeting,
A rendezvous of beauty.
(Damn, I can’t fantasize about that now,
I’m on poetry duty!)

The Diminutive Darling,
Sweet Lady K,
She’s a powerful pixie,
A golden-locked mainstay.

The Raven Haired Beauty
Of the berg that never sleeps,
Greek letter in her moniker
And a heart that “John” keeps.

I write as if I know them,
That’s not really true.
I have seen them in pictures,
Chatted a line or two.

But they are always here for me,
With their pleasuring ways.
Helping me escape the drudgeries
Of challenging RL days.

There when I need them,
Oh, how I hope so.
Stay on Lit forever,
Couldn’t stand it if they go.

And maybe some day,
In RL we’ll meet.
I’ll give each a loving hug
And a sweet kiss on the cheek.

And thank them both dearly,
For their tremendous daring.
Then raise a glass in appreciation,
“Thank you for sharing!”


LOVE it!!!:heart::heart:
 
Innocent Conversation

These conversations are engaging my nature
Leading to a place where I just have to take you
Catch you in the kitchen being all culinary
Sneaking up behind you, bend you over,
Then I bury.
Face down on the counter, food sitting closely
Hands against your ass, slapping skin
Like onion chopping.
Thrusts sounding madly, grunting with a purpose
Sampling your candy, doing tricks like it’s a circus.
No clowning as I’m domming,
This ain’t no laughing matter
Nipples between my finger, your heart beat pitter patters.
Squeezing tight around me, juices leaking proudly
I might just lose control, and ice your cake
Its getting loud..sheesh.

See, these thoughts that I’m having,
They really can’t be healthy.
Imagining you naked, then I’m chasing
You surrender.
Arms pinned down to the ground, not a sound now
Lips burning holes as touch your mouth
And other spots..
Tingling, vibrating, gyrating beneath me
Wanting to tear into you just as much as you wanna please me.
Can’t stop your body trembling
Its too good to stop it.
The moment’s fast approaching; I can feel your flood starting
Drip drop, drip drop, becoming a mad rush
A few strokes more, and then I thrust,
And you gush.
 
Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Are you malfunctioning badly?
Why does she not see who she is
Instead she see’s distortion.
Why don’t you show her beauty
Instead of pain or woe,
Choosing instead to break her down
When up is where she should go?

Mirror, mirror, you’re just sick
Making her feel like she’s an ick
Reducing her status in her own eyes.
Don’t you see her crying eyes?
Playing stupid fun house games
Driving this princess madly insane.
Ruining her hope for finding joy
And now its me that you annoy.

Mirror, Mirror, I think its time
You either shape up, or hit the floor.
I can’t stand by with tearful eyes
And watch this abuse anymore.
She is a beauty, tall and strong
She is so gorgeous, men should throng
She is so graceful, I’m enthralled
Yet you’re intent on causing her fall.
I’m ending this crap right here and now
She deserves to be loved
But until she loves herself
All my intents are moot.

So mirror, mirror, make the choice
This is your day of reckoning
I either break you into pieces
Or you have a change of reasoning.
Your treason either ends,
Or you end, scattered all over.
You tell her that I lover her
And that she’s something special
And that she’s more than worthy
Of the adoring and the fawning.
You’d better tell her mirror,
I’m standing up for her rights.
You’ve muted her for too long.
You’ve been too wrong.
Killed her song.
And it stops.
Mirror, Mirror…make your choice.
 
Shadow Play

Lights off, candles blowing slight in the breeze
Music wafting in and out,
Lacing the air with seductive, dangerous melodies.
Thousand thread count sheets embrace the bed firmly
Plush pillows and blood red roses enhance the mood.
Magic in the air, animating the room.

Shadows playfully dance against the walls.
Reflecting darkness, yet speckles of light
As their shadowed limbs roughly tumble.
Stumbling from the walls to the ceilings to the floor,
Disappearing through the windows into the consuming black of night
Absorbed by the moon, then redistributed among the stars
Neither here nor there, near, nor far.
Reappearing across the sheets of the bed

One form moves with confidence
While the second is lead.
One form subjects, the other is subjected.
One form thrusts, the other shifts.
Then two forms meld.
One mass is left behind,
Being gently blown away by the breeze.

A man and woman enter the ambiance,
Exhale,
Then fall fast asleep.
 
Rise

Its time to rise.
You’ve stayed in the bed,
You’ve strayed into despair.
You’ve sat in depression.
You’ve waded in tears.
You’ve dried up in disgust.
You’ve cut off yourself.
You’ve become a shell,
A faded shadow, a waif, an ideal.
You’ve solely become history,
A memory, a figment, a destiny destroyed.
A dream deferred, dejected and dismissed.

Yet…
For all the damage done,
Your heart still beats.
Your eyes still blink.
Your veins still conduct.
Your blood still flows.
Your skin still feels,
And while it may hurt
The numbness is fading away.
Your strength remains.
What he tried to kill has remained alive.
I see the fire yet burning inside.
I see that slight twinkle hiding in your eyes.

For you are woman…
Your identity was not forged by him,
Nor by hurt, nor by pain,
But by an unmistakable
Undeniable
Indiscriminate fact that
You are stronger than circumstance
You are fiercer than fear.
You are resilient
And you overcome,
Your push through, and you win.
Its time to rise.
Get up.
 
Presenting the Sock Series in its Entirety!!!! (Its Long)

My mind is in a weird place,
Thoughts in a strange space,
Thinking about socks….
I wonder,
Can you relate?
Crawling up sox,
Hands gripping what’s beneath
Massaging socked feet,
Feeling socked meat.
Calves shaped and sexy
I can feel my heart beat.
It’s pounding in my chest so bad,
So hungry, I could eat. (you)
Socks rising above,
Striped, checkered, I don’t care…
The flesh beneath is calling
Like some kind of Dark Master.
Enthralled, my vision blurry,
Yet in no apparent hurry.
Socks have me senseless, completely defenseless.
Rising to the tops,
Your skin attacks my senses…
Eyes wide shut, goose bumps
No way to end this
Thighs in my eyes,
Oh my…How can I win this?
Feeling very witless,
Shaking out of my boots,
My lips find their first kiss, very close against you.
Mmm…your taste is so nice,
Matured like fine wine,
Fingers snaking like vines up and down
In real time.
I’m…intoxicated, heavily sedated
My drunken revelry leading me
Toward your panties….
Such a sweet scent protruding…
Slight wetness I see.

Socked and sexy, sexy in socks
I feel my breath rattling
Like I’m just a box of rocks.
Sniffing and getting hungry
And my nose knows that smell
Somebody’s feeling my movements
And my nose knows this well.
Brown fingers trailing,
Catching the top of socks.
Sliding them down slowly
Until they’re completely off.
Standing uneasily, and walking overhead.
Tying wrists with sock cuffs
To the headboard of the bed.
Stopping to kiss your lips as I travel back down,
Tongue making pit stops
As I’m looking around.
Skin on Skin, quite the recipe
I smile as your arch your back,
Reaching out for me..
Nipples proudly calling,
Attention they’re seeking.
Kissing at your body, random spots I’m hitting
Bites bringing bright red bruises
As I’m cruising.
Reaching my destination
Hands cupping your ass, as I see your panties waiting
Pulling you in close,
Imagining your first sensations
Lips moving in,
Gasping slight, my breath is bated.
Lips touching the fabric,
Mind blown at how its tasting!
Working them aside, its nirvana
No time wasting.
I’m seeing such beauty before me
I feel myself quaking.
Tongue quivers as it reaches
Shivers as it touches
Your body jerks slightly
Then your words become slurred...
Your vision becomes blurred
And the last thing I heard
Before your thighs clamps down?
Mmmmm.

Rummaging through folds
Like a desperate vagrant
High from your drugs
Which are rather fragrant.
Thighs caress my ears, tingling with their heat
Your pinkness tastes delicious
Quickly becoming
My favorite thing to eat.
Relishing each stroke, each lick, each kiss
Each thrusting of my tongue
Is straight bringing me bliss
Trying to catch the wetness,
Not a drop should I miss
Hitting every angle,
Using bends, turns, and twists.
Feeling you struggling, because you’re a fighter
Pulling on those socks
Only makes them grip tighter!
Face full of you, and I’m so loving it…
I’ve dreamt about this moment
Making the most of it.
Fingers playing and tickling
Stroking kitty, making her giggly
She’s drooling and now I’m hitting
Your clitty with some vibrations
And playing a little ditty.
Pressing buttons, producing sounds
And songs
Telling the story
Of throngs of pleasure rising
Skin flushed, yet still desiring
My fire to rage inside ya.
And as much as I could feast this way
I suspect your thoughts have strayed
Forever and a day…
To more devilish play.
With a final tongue lashing
I regroup my passion
Not asking, you’re mine for taking
Not faking, claiming possession
Undressing…
Time for the session.
You’re stretching, your body’s aching
My lips teasing your nipples
The ripples probably spreading
Cause you’re starting to whimper….

Resting between your legs,
Juxtaposed, our heated sculptures
Bodies hungry and ready
Not leaving scraps for vultures
Slowly massaging your doorway
Patiently waiting for entry
Lips caressing yours so softly
You barely feel me.
Feeling your thighs widen
Smiling as you coax me
Eyes closed tightly
By first touch, I’m moaning
Trying to force me in,
Resisting your sultry advances
Content to tease you this way
Before our bodies dance.
Your slickness feels divine
As I’m knocking up and down
Rubbing your door sideways
Slight entrance with my crown.
Feeling a slight pulsing,
With legs wrapped around me,
I feel myself thrusting
And then I’m out of body.
Watching you bite my earlobe,
Arms still suspending
Breaths hanging in thick air
Reality slowly bending
Marveling at just how sexy
And sensual you look
As your eyes dive into mine
And then they start to shine
And then you bite your lips
Lust shocks my fingertips
My back dips, then digs
Your walls condense fiercely
Rubbing me back, as I’m
Rubbing all of myself within thee.
My imaginings were wrong
My fantasies were flawed,
The pleasure that you’re providing
Has my body shocked
And in awe.
Hands tightly around your waist
As we’re heating up the place,
Increasing internal friction
Replacing diction with primal urges
Devoid of meaning, for those who heard,
But for us a conversation of lust
Fulfilling trust that must
Reach a conclusion…
Yet, we need to stretch it out.

Socks being untied,
Socks being released,
Socks tossed aside
Now its time to feast.
Socks served their purpose
Kept you at bay,
Now that Socks are gone
You can really play
Fingers grabbing, desperate,
Pulling me in close,
Whispering flames of passion
Forcing them down my throat.
Your lips bite and nip me
Sending me over the edge
Me thrusting insanely
You gripping the bed.
Me rising and falling
You grunting and growling
Us panting and primal
Time standing still.
Lips locked and loaded,
As melting begins to happen
Bodies working in tandem
All movements not quite so random.
I feel you clenching slightly
Then I feel myself rolling,
Looking up at you,
While on my back, totally.
Watching your body snaking and slithering atop me..
Bouncing, breasts perfectly perched
Calling for me.
Rocking and rolling
Working, my mind gone below me…
Hands on your hips
Upping as they fall against me
Mid air collisions causing disturbances
Internally.
Turbulence causing shaking
Arrival is coming rapidly
Your hands, gripping my chest, eyes closed
Sucking in air,
As you’re riding me like a pro.
Sweat dripping, I see you lip licking
Its sticky, I’m salivating
Both drooling as we are being sated.
Though this feels great,
I wanna end with a bang,
Time to flip you on all fours
And make you sang…

Socks got you here, they were your undoing
Socks are the reason for your current ruining
Your socks drew me in,
Teased me,
Now I’m proving
That socks causing sex like this
Is quite a hit.
Hips bowed slowly, knees causing indentions
Hands bracing tightly
Your figure is quite sightly.
Me poised behind you, body coiled in tension
Unleashing the demons of hell with each movement,
Not gentle.
Hair wrapped around hand pulling back sharply
Forced running through your body
Causes your back arching.
Ramming your body backwards
Collisions wreaking havoc
An extinction level event is now on the verge of happening.
Your moans fill my ears,
Sweet melodies of lusting
Nerves endings popping each second,
Veins busting
Skin slapping hands like old friend
And then
I feel your juices bubbling,
Your walls tightening and rubbing
Gripping me sickly
My chest begins quivering
My limbs shivering intentionally
Hinting that my own ending
Might be your undoing
As electricity courses through me
It’s burning and turning me
Into ash as your ass becomes red in front of me
Volt after volt piercing and tainting both bodies
Heavy motions jerking
This pleasure is really hurting
Yet screams fill the room with decibels
Not recommended.
Bodies feeling the toil of warfare
Release ecstasy from its prison
And wail and thrash together
As if dancing for jubilee.
Me and You, you and me
Panting…
Searching for a semblance of normalcy to hold to,
Me collapsed on top of you,
Smelling, nibbling, and tasting you
Finally both ceasing all movement
Passed out into nirvana
Only Socks remains with laughter
An evil puppet master.

END
 
drive by hugs and kisses... :kiss: great stuff BMF... as always... i'm sure you can guess which resonated with me deeply.
 
I see *someone* has been a veryyyy busy boy today!

Guess that 'splains why You didn't deliver coffee and donuts to the salon, huh?! ;)
 
Parker, awesome poem. I couldn't have done any better myself. Thanks man.

welcome and glad you enjoyed it. i'm all "observe and report." your stuff is the real thing. thanks to you for providing a place for my efforts.
 
welcome and glad you enjoyed it. i'm all "observe and report." your stuff is the real thing. thanks to you for providing a place for my efforts.

You're welcome anytime. Do they know you wrote about them?
 
Mmmmm BMF you are a talented wordsmith. WOW.

If only some people see what you do THEN they would know that they are priceless and deserve R E S P E C T (I think Aretha would be proud ;) )

Mmmmmm 'Innocent' isnt that pure;). Its raw and naughty like a good.....;):devil:


"Shadow Play" is like a massage then cuddle:)


and "The Socks Series" = Rocks

Keep them coming sir!
 
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Are you malfunctioning badly?
Why does she not see who she is
Instead she see’s distortion.
Why don’t you show her beauty
Instead of pain or woe,
Choosing instead to break her down
When up is where she should go?

Mirror, mirror, you’re just sick
Making her feel like she’s an ick
Reducing her status in her own eyes.
Don’t you see her crying eyes?
Playing stupid fun house games
Driving this princess madly insane.
Ruining her hope for finding joy
And now its me that you annoy.

Mirror, Mirror, I think its time
You either shape up, or hit the floor.
I can’t stand by with tearful eyes
And watch this abuse anymore.
She is a beauty, tall and strong
She is so gorgeous, men should throng
She is so graceful, I’m enthralled
Yet you’re intent on causing her fall.
I’m ending this crap right here and now
She deserves to be loved
But until she loves herself
All my intents are moot.

So mirror, mirror, make the choice
This is your day of reckoning
I either break you into pieces
Or you have a change of reasoning.
Your treason either ends,
Or you end, scattered all over.
You tell her that I lover her
And that she’s something special
And that she’s more than worthy
Of the adoring and the fawning.
You’d better tell her mirror,
I’m standing up for her rights.
You’ve muted her for too long.
You’ve been too wrong.
Killed her song.
And it stops.
Mirror, Mirror…make your choice.

I love this. I can't even express how much I love it :heart:
 
Its time to rise.
You’ve stayed in the bed,
You’ve strayed into despair.
You’ve sat in depression.
You’ve waded in tears.
You’ve dried up in disgust.
You’ve cut off yourself.
You’ve become a shell,
A faded shadow, a waif, an ideal.
You’ve solely become history,
A memory, a figment, a destiny destroyed.
A dream deferred, dejected and dismissed.

Yet…
For all the damage done,
Your heart still beats.
Your eyes still blink.
Your veins still conduct.
Your blood still flows.
Your skin still feels,
And while it may hurt
The numbness is fading away.
Your strength remains.
What he tried to kill has remained alive.
I see the fire yet burning inside.
I see that slight twinkle hiding in your eyes.

For you are woman…
Your identity was not forged by him,
Nor by hurt, nor by pain,
But by an unmistakable
Undeniable
Indiscriminate fact that
You are stronger than circumstance
You are fiercer than fear.
You are resilient
And you overcome,
Your push through, and you win.
Its time to rise.
Get up.

And this one made me cry :heart:
 
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