Poetry for My Friend

You're really something special you know that? I have never met anyone even remotely similar to you. Thank you for the poem it's beautiful and thank you for putting up with me and being my friend. Love ya mamacita :heart::kiss:
 
And this

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This is an excuse to say hello to my friend and show that girls tit in the pict. They are both so beautiful. I love the way the tit looks in this picture. *sigh*

I love the naked female form in all its different shapes, sizes and kinds.

Dont know how i missed this but i guess i did. Beautiful poem and the pic is definitely hot.
 
You just love making me horny huh? :rolleyes:

You better be glad i love you so much if not you'd be in some serious serious trouble. :devil:
 
I am Naked in Front of You

You just love making me horny huh? :rolleyes:

You better be glad i love you so much if not you'd be in some serious serious trouble. :devil:

I am Naked in Front of You

I am naked in front of you.
Splayed,
open like a lotus blossom,
seething,
ripened,
desperate for what is denied.

Speak to me my darling,
kiss me,
swallow me,
envelope me,
or I shall always hunger
in the belly
of unrequited pain.

I burn for you my darling,
confused.
In hell?
In heaven?
What does this stabbing in my loins mean?

Lick me
In the moist places we cannot see,

Kiss me,
with the music of orgasm's song.

Sup me
with the slippery touch of your cooling tongue.

Feed me,
with your fingers thrusting in my mouth.

Feel me,
with your hands on my heated breasts.

Fuck me,
with the phallus haltered on your pubis.

Love me,
for I,
shall forever
be a pauper
in the tapestry
of your rich kingdom.
 
:heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart:

It's not enough to express how i feel but i'm no great poetess, not like you are.
 
She paints . . .

lovely in her innocence,
smelling clean, young, and exciting,
She bites a lower lip in concentration,
sweeping darling lavender on my nails.

"To match your eyes," she says.

Caring deeply for the smallest things,
a kitten or lost puppy,
a homeless man on the street,
or a friend in need,
she is simple, kind, and compassionate,
with a depth not always clear.

"You are my joy," she whispers.

How she teases,
touching erotic spots with gentle ease,
finding places that I love,
softly blowing her tender breath on my toes.

"You are my life," she cries.

It is my birthday,
and she is my gift

. . . she paints.
 
My birthday isnt TOO far off, do i get a present like that? LOL

CP me when so I can work on it.

Timeless Orgasms


What touches you?
What warms you?
Is it an idea?
A wish,
a hope thought unobtainable?
Is it love,
the elusive Mistress?

A special feeling wells deep within me,
she shares in that pleasure
as her pussy throbs into mine.
Holding hands,
we quake
as satisfaction consumes us,
and
we explode in timeless orgasms.

My world darkens a tiny bit,
yet only briefly,
because within a few seconds
as I lay asleep on her body,
she stirs.

This arouses me again in my desire to please her,
and again,
and again,
and again,
until our bodies are sensitive to the touch,
and we can do nothing
but love,
and sleep,
and love,
and sleep.

Then feel each other tenderly,
enjoying the love that we share,
forever lovers,
forever enmeshed.

Although the world doesn't approve,
we are married,
our vowels are shouted in orgasms,
our bouquets tossed with dripping sweat,
and yes,
our sweet wine
is the juice of our pussies,
and bodies soaking the sheets
with the smells of our love.

We are lovers,
two young girls of want,
partners,
and make passionate love
regardless of tenderness,
only resting after our thirsty bodies are sated.

Then we but hunger for more,
for there is no satisfaction
to the depth of desire in our burning hearts.
Such need is too cavernous
and such love too wondrous.
 
And i'll be waiting for that tit, trust me.

Maybe we are supposed to be the way we are. I know i'm the luckiest person in the world for having met you and gotten to know you and love you.

On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite,
child of Zeus, weaving wiles--I beg you
not to subdue my spirit, Queen,
with pain or sorrow

but come--if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's
golden home you came

in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air

arriving quickly--you, Blessed One,
with a smile on your unaging face
asking again what have I suffered
and why am I calling again

and in my wild heart what did I most wish
to happen to me: "Again whom must I persuade
back into the harness of your love?
Sappho, who wrongs you?

For if she flees, soon she'll pursue,
she doesn't accept gifts, but she'll give,
if not now loving, soon she'll love
even against her will."

Come to me now again, release me from
this pain, everything my spirit longs
to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you
be my ally

--Translated by Diane Rayor

by Sappho (circa 630 bc)

http://www.spaceandmotion.com/Images/lesbian/lesbian-women-10.jpg

From thus url
http://www.sappho.com/poetry/sappho.html#Immortal Aphrodite
 
This one seems to have pissed someone off

and I was the proud recipient of a one. It accomplished what I wanted it to. Which was wad some panties.

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You may see the lit page here if you are so inclined.

Thanks to all of you who look at my vanity.
 
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