sexual in nature

[Gave Up]

I need you to stay with me here
I need you to indulge my every fantasy
I need you to destroy my every reality
I need you to validate my existence
I need to feed on you with the wolves
I need to feed on all your hopes
I will bleed through all your dreams
I will leave it in to hear your screams

Twist your lust
Shape your bones
Twist my heart
Shave my moans

I am going to feed on all that you need
I am going to stick it in and turn it out
Shove it up, lick around, make you bleed
I want to make you scream, scream and shout

I need you to believe in me
I need you to steal me away
I need you to figure me out
I need you to make me stay

I am the one who tears it apart
I am the one who’ll break you in two
I am the one who can’t see anything
I am the only one for you
Like the disease in your heart
It’s got a hold of you
It’s everything you ever want
Like a blindfold choking you

Twist my lust
Shape my bones
Tore my heart
Shake my groans

I am going to feed on all that you need
I am going to stick it in and turn it out
Shove it up, lick around, make you bleed
I want to make you scream, scream and shout

 

[flyguy69]

I thought this poem would be about screwing in the park.

 

[WickedEve]

How romantic.

Song lyrics?

 

[flyguy69]

How romantic.

Song lyrics?

Screwing in the park is romantic? Try explaining that to the Intake Officer holding the transcript of a phone call from a neighbor with binoculars when they haul your bare butt downtown. See how romantic he is, with his styrofoam cup of cold coffee and his continually trilling phone because budget cuts took away one clerical worker last week, but be careful you don't step in the puke deposited in front of his desk by the guy in an ill-fitting sportcoat sleeping on the bench by the door. Tell me how romantic it is when her dad shows up wearing her brother's zip hoodie over Green Bay Packer pajama pants, his thick finger jabbed at your chest with a warning that coming within 500 yards of her, even in seventh hour english class, will cost you your testicles. But tell me, too, that as she is whisked through the banging door and you stand there in the cloud of puke and stale coffee, your socks and underwear still clutched in your arms over your misbuttoned shirt, that her hasty smile cast back over her shoulder just before the door slams shut doesn't warm you like a picnic blanket pulled around your writhing forms.

Oh, you meant the poem.

 

[WickedEve]

Screwing in the park is romantic? Try explaining that to the Intake Officer holding the transcript of a phone call from a neighbor with binoculars when they haul your bare butt downtown. See how romantic he is, with his styrofoam cup of cold coffee and his continually trilling phone because budget cuts took away one clerical worker last week, but be careful you don't step in the puke deposited in front of his desk by the guy in an ill-fitting sportcoat sleeping on the bench by the door. Tell me how romantic it is when her dad shows up wearing her brother's zip hoodie over Green Bay Packer pajama pants, his thick finger jabbed at your chest with a warning that coming within 500 yards of her, even in seventh hour english class, will cost you your testicles. But tell me, too, that as she is whisked through the banging door and you stand there in the cloud of puke and stale coffee, your socks and underwear still clutched in your arms over your misbuttoned shirt, that her hasty smile cast back over her shoulder just before the door slams shut doesn't warm you like a picnic blanket pulled around your writhing forms.

Oh, you meant the poem.

You didn't find this kittenishy and romantic:
I am going to feed on all that you need
I am going to stick it in and turn it out
Shove it up, lick around, make you bleed
I want to make you scream, scream and shout


I thought your little scene was really hot, fly.

 

[flyguy69]

You didn't find this kittenishy and romantic:
I am going to feed on all that you need
I am going to stick it in and turn it out
Shove it up, lick around, make you bleed
I want to make you scream, scream and shout


I thought your little scene was really hot, fly.

I like the part where he shaved his moans. Nothing like a smooth moan.


Wanna go on a picnic?

 

[WickedEve]

I like the part where he shaved his moans. Nothing like a smooth moan.


Wanna go on a picnic?

You mean a piquer nique?

A theory has it that the word picnic is based on the verb piquer which means 'pick' or 'peck' with the rhyming nique perhaps meaning trifle.

 

[flyguy69]

You mean a piquer nique?

A theory has it that the word picnic is based on the verb piquer which means 'pick' or 'peck' with the rhyming nique perhaps meaning trifle.

If you've dissed my piquer as but a trifle
you've cute deeper than any knife'll
do, my heart beats weakly
in my breast, uniquely
scored by this quick trick
at overlooking my picnic.
Will you come and take a peek?
I've all the loaf and meat you seek.

 

[champagne1982]

If you've dissed my piquer as but a trifle
you've cute deeper than any knife'll
do, my heart beats weakly
in my breast, uniquely
scored by this quick trick
at overlooking my picnic.
Will you come and take a peek?
I've all the loaf and meat you seek.

Loaf with me here in the park,
our lapping tongues
searching out those dark
hollows where the oxide red
blood pools. My wounds have bled
my need beneath the piquant
thrusting of your shiny tool
so cover me with all you want
and that dusty blanket, too.

 

[Gave Up]

wow. this was the best response i have ever gotten. i actually laughed out loud with your comments, well done.....heh heh....






heh

 

[DeepAsleep]

...I hate you.

 

[Gave Up]

...I hate you.

??????

 

[4degrees]

i will have to stop looking at your posts if you don't take down that trent gif. it just is too fucking hot.

 

[Gave Up]

i will have to stop looking at your posts if you don't take down that trent gif. it just is too fucking hot.

heh heh....

i met him you know ( a little bit of name dropping there )

 

[ewopper]

The Art of 69

Our lips lock in feverish pitch
as our hands explore each other
in reminiscence of the 50's dance the itch
intimately feeling on one another

the heat of our bodies igniting a fire
bursting into an ardent flame
of unrequited wanton desire
fueling love's timeless game

an aroma only lovers can know
permeates each partners nose
causing passions to rapidly grow
as on and on the intensity goes

falling head over heels for one another
in act of love sublime
bringing ultimate pleasure to each other
in the art of sixty-nine

H. Wilson

 

[cward2]

thought I'd post one of my old ones:

Big, Black and Shiny

‘Good girl’ he said
As he tore her pussy to shreds.
He’s an 18 inch gentleman,
Big, black and shiny.

He has perfect manners and
Won’t ever turn up grimy
Or go all soppy and whiny.

Your hubby’s confidence
May be a little cremated,
So don’t be surprised if you find him
Looking a little melted.

 

[ewopper]

From What we Desire so

Like the striking of a match
My ears roar from the rush
Of passions inferno that I catch
From the heat of your touch

The sound sends a flame all through me
Igniting my deepest desire
As I want to join you instantly
In love’s sacred dance of fire

We lose all sense of reasoning
As we approach each other
Addicted to the seasoning
From the sultry flavor of one another

We lock in fevered hot embrace
Bodies glued together
Running passion’s heated race
That we wish could last forever

Hot and heavy breathing
From lust’s overflow
Desires and bodies seething
From what we desire so

H. Wilson

 

[ewopper]

Of Love's Content

Kissing lips of erotic fire
Igniting flames of hot desire
That travel the highways of our nerves
As I explore your lovely curves

Hearing you sigh as emotions fly
High in the clouds of erotica’s sky
Bodies succumbing to the addiction
Of such torrid, heated friction

Tuning out the entire world
Cognizant of only you and me girl
As we ride the waves of passions flight
In our fiery dance of delight

Going where no lovers has gone before
lapping the waves of passion’s shore
Caught in orgasm’s riptide gasping for more
Of this wonderful love ride too good to ignore

Your fiery body tells me it’s time
As it jerks and spasms up against mine
as loving feelings start the slow descent
Into the peaceful valley of love’s content

H. Wilson

 

[ewopper]

This Sensual Magic Ride

She gasped as I entered her
In a mixture of shock and surprise
Yet nothing I anticipated could prepare
Me for that look that was in her eyes

For as I started to move in and out of her
Her eyes showed me many emotions
As she became lost in the feelings she felt down there
Feelings deeper than any ocean

The heat of our bodies as we did grind together
Grew ever more intense
As we searched for that magical land called forever
In a voyage of lust so immense

The feverish breathing of our bodies in heat
As on love’s turbulent sea we sailed
Tossed about by it’s gigantic waves so sweet
We struggled for orgasm’s shores to exhale

In a whirlpool of sensual feelings we’re caught
Threatening us in emotions to drown
As nothing we ever read or were taught
Could explain the bliss we share so profound

Unrehearsed spasms her body displays
Tells me a series of orgasms has taken her
As she reveal to me unspeakable ways
That only two in love with each other can share

And as I expel my seed into her
And fall limp and exhausted by her side
I find myself honored with her to share
This sensual magic ride

H. Wilson

 

[ewopper]

Voyage to Ecstasy

Come lady agree with me
To sail the rivers of intimacy
Lay with me, play with me
Say that you will stay with me

Engaged in passion, romance, and laughter
As we sail to erotic shores of happily ever after
Wading the waves of sensuality
Exploring the dunes and mounds of your sexuality

Caught up in the throes of passion’s delight
Skimming love’s horizons like a bird in flight
Erratically, spasmodically caught in the riptides of sensuality
Sharing moments of passion willingly

Feeling the flow as boldly we go
Experiencing love only we two can know
Thrashing around in passions unbound
Riding the crests of love’s merry go round

Engulfed by the fire of love’s desire
As onward and upward we aspire
To ascend to love’s ultimate height
To devour love’s delights with all of our might

Lost in these feelings, senses reeling
As we succumb to what now is so appealing
Which is getting to the next level of love
As with all our strength we mightily shove

Off into passion’s sea of fire
Navigating the waves of desire
Clinging together intimately
On our eternal voyage to ecstasy

H. Wilson