My Lust Poem

[Guy68]

Jennifer in the Freezer

Little glances,
At black eyes,
Full lips,
And quick ones at breasts,
When I think she’s not looking.

I can’t help it,
The way she talks,
The way she moves,
Even the way she cries.

I want her.
Her body for dinner,
Her touch for dessert,
And a doggy bag for morning.

I want to embrace her,
Feel her breasts mash against my chest,
Her lips on mine,
Her eyes glistening.

I want to look into her eyes,
As I take her clothes off,
I want her to look into mine,
As I reach into her pockets.

I want to feel her breath on my shoulders,
The bite of her nails,
The strength in her arms,
The chills in her thighs.

I imagine her sometimes,
Spread out before me,
The color of her nipples,
The roundness in her hips.

What does she feel like?
How does she taste?
And what does she sound like,
When she cums?



These are the things I lust for,
These things I crave,
This sin is what paces,
She’s the jaguar in the cage.

 

[Nickie Smiles]

Jennifer in the Freezer

Little glances,
At black eyes,
Full lips,
And quick ones at breasts,
When I think she’s not looking.

I can’t help it,
The way she talks,
The way she moves,
Even the way she cries.

I want her.
Her body for dinner,
Her touch for dessert,
And a doggy bag for morning.

I want to embrace her,
Feel her breasts mash against my chest,
Her lips on mine,
Her eyes glistening.

I want to look into her eyes,
As I take her clothes off,
I want her to look into mine,
As I reach into her pockets.

I want to feel her breath on my shoulders,
The bite of her nails,
The strength in her arms,
The chills in her thighs.

I imagine her sometimes,
Spread out before me,
The color of her nipples,
The roundness in her hips.

What does she feel like?
How does she taste?
And what does she sound like,
When she cums?



These are the things I lust for,
These things I crave,
This sin is what paces,
She’s the jaguar in the cage.

Hi Guy! You're off to a great start here. May I play with your poem, and give any advice?

Nickie

 

[Guy68]

sure, and thanks

 

[Nickie Smiles]

Little glances,
At black eyes,
Full lips,
And quick ones at breasts,
When I think she’s not looking.


Little glances (no comma)
at black eyes, full lips,
and quick ones at breasts (no comma)
when I think she's not looking.
(I got lost with "black eyes". Can you clarify that for me? It's interesting. I can take the line many ways. When I first read the line, it made me think that somone got punched. Who has the full lips? I think you should make that a little more clear. I can imagine, but think it should be written.)

I can’t help it,
The way she talks,
The way she moves,
Even the way she cries.


I can't help it;
the way she talks,
the way she moves
even the way she cries
(I would delete the beginning line, and add an additional one after "even the way she cries". OR keep it, but continue with another line at the end.

Example:
I can't help it;
the way she talks,
the way she moves,
and even when she cries
makes me (speak to me here )


I want her.
Her body for dinner,
Her touch for dessert,
And a doggy bag for morning.


I want her body for dinner,
or better, for dessert,
and a doggy bag for morning.
(These are just suggestions. If you really think about it, if you're going to have her body for dinner, there wouldn't be dessert. "Doggy bag" didn't do it for me. You need a memory for the morning, it sounds like. To take to work or home? If you have a mustache, there could be a scent left over, and you might not want to wash - something like that so you can remember her throughout the day. Do you know what I mean? Also, be careful of the punctuation.)


I want to embrace her,
Feel her breasts mash against my chest,
Her lips on mine,
Her eyes glistening.


I want to embrace,
feel her breasts against my chest, (no mash - maybe press?)
her lips on mine, (how do those lips feel or taste? Add it before "lips")
look into her eyes,
and watch them glisten.

I want to look into her eyes, Then you'd have to take this out.


I'll probably be back later, but first would like to know if you'd like me to continue.

I enjoy playing with words in poetry. I hope you don't take any offense to this. I had a lot of fun!

Thanks!

 

[Guy68]

go for it, I'd been wanting to take a second look at it and try to make it better anyway, my other poems too. so yah have fun

 

[Nickie Smiles]

I think I've gone nuts!


A slight glance at full lips,
and quick ones at breasts;
I can't help but look.
If only she could see
the way she talks,
the way she moves,
and the way she cries
makes me feel hynotized.

I want her body for dinner;
or better, for dessert
with her scent on my clothes
when I wake, and go to work.
I'd embrace, gently pull
her face close mine, press
her breasts to my chest,
and our lips would meet
with both eyes glistening.

With clothes off, I could feel
her breath on my shoulder,
the bite of her nails, the strength
in her arms, goosebumps
on her thighs
doing the same to my skin,
the color of nipples,
and the roundness of her hips
I can only imagine.

I long for a taste, to hear
the moans when between her legs,
as she cums in my mouth, but I can
only lust and crave.

The sin is what paces.
She's the jaguar in the cage.

 

[wildsweetone]

may i ask... why this particular title?

 

[Nickie Smiles]

may i ask... why this particular title?

Maybe because she lives in the freezer. He doesn't have her yet. He needs to get her out to thaw, and do something instead of lusting and craving. It's time to eat! LOL!

I'd probably name it "I Can Only" but that's because I added those words. Of course, it's up to him.

 

[Guy68]

cause this girl i used to work with at Sonic and there were these freezers that i used to fantasize about...meeting her in. so thats why i named it that. Jennifer in the Freezer. her name was jennifer obviously.

we never did anything, i moved away.

 

[Guy68]

and i said black eyes cause her eyes allways seemed to be kinda dark, dark brown and from a distance they would seem big and black kinda. know what i mean?