BMF's Urban Hang Suite

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looks like a Hang Suite revival
saw the high priestess and the priest
apologies to Kiedis on Cali
but we ain’t ‘bout to rest in peace

ink up your quills, bitches
bring ya verse to the thread
squeeze out your lusty words
sow seduction in her head

put the pen to the paper
tell her how you plan to sin
cultivate yourself in her thoughts
scrawl your sex on her skin

use the medieval tongue for effect
“thou” and “thyne” if you must
rip away her chastity
no chivilary in your lust

or call on the gods of Olympus
to witness Hades' rebirth
a group of mere mortals
telling of their pleasured works

me, i’ll use that twist in my mind
to keep my thinking so bent
sometimes folks will wonder
just were my sanity went

it's spent on these pages
workin’ you to a froth
makin’ you think dirty things
gettin' in your wicked thoughts

pull up a chair, pick up a pen
or just read yourself wet
promise to give you all the pleasure you want
fuck it, never mind, too soon for promises yet
 
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looks like a Hang Suite revival
read the high priestess and the priest
apologies to Kiedis on Cali
but we ain’t ‘bout to rest in peace

ink up your quills, bitches
bring ya verse to the thread
squeeze out your lusty words
sow seduction in her head

put the pen to the paper
tell her how you plan to sin
cultivate yourself in her thoughts
scrawl your sex on her skin

use the medieval tongue for effect
“thou” and “thyne” if you must
rip away her chastity
no chivilary in your lust

or call on the gods of Olympus
to watch Hades rebirth
a group of mere mortals
telling of their pleasured works

me, i’ll use that twist in my mind
to keep my thinking so bent
sometimes folks will wonder
just were my sanity went

it's spent on these pages
workin’ you to a froth
makin’ you think dirty things
gettin' in your wicked thoughts

pull up a chair, pick up a pen
or just read yourself wet
promise to give you all the pleasure you want
fuck it, never mind, too early for promises yet

Parker....is black!
Soul, baby! Love this shit!
 
If I could, if time and space allowed,
I would hold you so close in this moment, right now.
I would feel your beating heart and smell your sweet perfume.
and take in all that you are. As we do what we'd do.
Nothing perverse to mess with the time...
simply a slight breeze. Summer rains.
And quaint kissed of sunshine.
in those few minutes,
My hands playing in your relaxed tresses,
Your face enlightened by the creases born of grins
the joy of your touch ...how it gives me life.

And as the tjme passes far too quickly,
Usually leaning in. The sweet taste of your lips...
The sweet taste of your lips
mmm..the sweet taste of your lips..
This is living.
 
looks like a Hang Suite revival
read the high priestess and the priest
apologies to Kiedis on Cali
but we ain’t ‘bout to rest in peace

ink up your quills, bitches
bring ya verse to the thread
squeeze out your lusty words
sow seduction in her head

put the pen to the paper
tell her how you plan to sin
cultivate yourself in her thoughts
scrawl your sex on her skin

use the medieval tongue for effect
“thou” and “thyne” if you must
rip away her chastity
no chivilary in your lust

or call on the gods of Olympus
to watch Hades rebirth
a group of mere mortals
telling of their pleasured works

me, i’ll use that twist in my mind
to keep my thinking so bent
sometimes folks will wonder
just were my sanity went

it's spent on these pages
workin’ you to a froth
makin’ you think dirty things
gettin' in your wicked thoughts

pull up a chair, pick up a pen
or just read yourself wet
promise to give you all the pleasure you want
fuck it, never mind, too early for promises yet

Nice, P.
 
Thank you to those of you who have contributed poetry to this thread. Even if you have stopped in to say hello, I thank you as well. You all are awesome.
 
If I could, if time and space allowed,
I would hold you so close in this moment, right now.
I would feel your beating heart and smell your sweet perfume.
and take in all that you are. As we do what we'd do.
Nothing perverse to mess with the time...
simply a slight breeze. Summer rains.
And quaint kissed of sunshine.
in those few minutes,
My hands playing in your relaxed tresses,
Your face enlightened by the creases born of grins
the joy of your touch ...how it gives me life.

And as the tjme passes far too quickly,
Usually leaning in. The sweet taste of your lips...
The sweet taste of your lips
mmm..the sweet taste of your lips..
This is living.

:rose:
 
There is something so nice about this thing that we have..
Not that we have anything, but this thing feels nice.
Conversations rapidly shift from sweet to sex filled
Slippery sweet salacious statements sending shivers and quivers
Quietly down your spine towards yout wet middle..
Haven't ruined panties yet..
Havent really tried..
Cause this is just a fun ride..so I'm taking my time.
No, you're not mine..never will be
But youre attracted to something that you see inside of me..
And every tingle I cause is a small victory..
cause this thing is something worthwhile..
And its special to me.
 
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