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The smoke fills the room, I sit on my chair.
Across I see him, my eyes shine with glare.
He doesn't see me staring at him, he hunts out his prey,
He sips his drink and focuses on one, whomever it may.
I draw off my cigarette, and the smoke blurs my sight,
it's probably best, she's his tonight.
Nothing I can do to change this scene,
but close my eyes, forget what i've seen.
The music takes control of my thoughts,
in another situation, I'm suddenly caught.
My imagination starts running wild,
tearing off clothes, hardly mild.
Biting my neck in the sweat filled moment,
my body shaking through each movement.
He pulls my hair back, and whispe
Nighttime Crimes
I wake to the sound of sobbing
it is always me sobbing
I awake to pain bruises and blood sheets tangled and I close my eyes tight
hope that it is a nightmare not my reality
but when I open my eyes there lays the body spent on my floor
and then they come the images and sounds that torture me
Fyre on Erotic Poems
So-- You say you want exclusive rights to my body...
You want exclusive rights to my face?
You want to know that the last and only time anyone traced my features it was under the intensity of your gaze as you looked in thought and wondered where I came from?
You want exclusive rights to my ears so you can know that the last time anyone whispered there, anyone brushed against them, anyone licked them, it was with your mouth?
You want to taste my lips like a strawberry plucked fresh from the field?
You want to know that the last time I kissed until I was breathless it was on your face?
You want to bite against my tongue and run your teeth along mine and know that the last time I parted my lips except to eat it was to take you deep inside my mouth?
I Touch Myself
All alone, no one to talk to, my thoughts wander to you.
Thinking of you, longing to be with you.
As my thoughts turn to longing I close my eyes and see us together.
As I see my thoughts unfold in my mind, my hands begin to wander
across my body.
As the images become more intense, my wandering becomes
more heated.
In my thoughts I see your hands cupping my breasts, your
thumbs playing across my erect nipples.
As your mouth finds mine, kissing deeply, passionately.
Seeing this in my mind, I feel my own hands squeezing my breasts.
As we kiss your hands begin to wander down my body, as do my
own.
Feeling you pull your mouth from mine as your fingers find
my most intimate treasure.
This is the second part of the "my brother" story. Sorry it took so long to write, my memory of the event is cloudy...yes it did happen..and I was 13...
I woke tired and and sore the following morning. I wasn't even sure how I had gotten home, I'm pretty sure I had passed out during the ride. Images flashed in my head of the previous night, so many guys my age and older pounding themselves inside me fromt and back. I was sure no one had used a condom as I recalled clearly powerful busrts flooding my tiny bottom and throat. I was sticky as I moved my legs to the side of my bed
All night candles
soft caresses with feathers
& gentle touching with wet rose petals.
Hiding deep inside, I stop again
to kiss your thighs.
Wet my lips & make you want me.
With all night candles
dripping
on satin sheets where we dance.
With no rules, but handcuffs
for the bad
& the ba
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This is a true story, only the names have been changed.
A few years ago, back when I was around 13, I had went over to my cousin's house for a sleepover. He and I were like brothers, but his sister was a huge bitch so it kinda sucked being around her. They each had their own rooms so me and mark would stay in his room most of the time, while his sister, stacy would invite herself in cause she was bored. she was 2 years older than us, so she had this snobby attitude about being "more mature" than us. She had dirty blonde hair, tan skin, and a perfect ass. I can barley remember but her breast were around B size. We would all stay up late, playing video games and watching movies until we passed out. One night, stacy was with us. she wa
HOT STCIKY FULL MOON NIGHT,
DARK SKIN LADY LAYING OUT IN THE NIGHT,
NOT WEARING NONTHING BUT A SEXY SMILE,
RUBBING ON HER 34DD LOOK UP AT THE SKY,
HER LONG SLIM LEGS OPEN WIDE,
THE SWEET SMELL OF LUST RAISES TO THE SKY,
SHE TOUCHES THE MOIST SWEET HOLE,
BRING HER HAND TO HER LIPS TO TASTE HER FLOW,
SHE PLACE HER FINGERS DEEP INTO THE PINK,
FREE HAND FOUND IT PLACE THE CLIT,
THEN SHE WORK THAT MOTHER TIL HER SWEET HOLE LET GO OF HER SWEET FLOW
SHE LAID THERE LOOKING AT THE SKY
THINKING I LOVE THE NIGHT
Dear friend So close So near So dear I would willingly Yes Willingly
Suck… Yes… Kiss yes and Suckle all your sweet lips… Aah… Yes…
God… Yes… willingly Suck… pleasures pain from within…It rains
And Yes… I would steal yes st
am i a skank because i love cock
and i\'ve been fucked by more than a few
or maybe because some guys have fucked me,
i hardly even knew
am i a slut because i\'ve been d.p.\'ed
and been fucked by two guys at once
or because i crave so much the taste of cum
i want it for breakfast & lunch
am i a whore because i\'ve cheated
on every bf i\'ve had
or because i like to show my cleavage
& wear short skirts that show my ass
whatever name you wanna call me,
i like being totally horny the core
i\'m the best skanky
Daddy! Daddy! play with me
    Let me climb upon your knee
    And
    Daddy Daddy you will see
    How NAUGHTY I can be!
    Oh daddy daddy see me slide
    My little nighty to the sky
    Why oh why oh daddy mine
    Do I do this all the time?
    Now daddy daddy
    Look, look, look
    Pink ribbon and lace upon my tush
    Squirm and squeal as I push
    Ever so dantaly.
    Push push push
    My rosey little tush
    Against your hips so hard
    Oh daddy daddy I do feel
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Thinking of you throughout the day
It feels as though you are with me.
No matter where I go or what I do
I feel you there, as if I could touch you.
Thinking of you my body becomes feverish
As if you were watching my every move
Your desire for me evident in your eyes
As you watch me with such intensity.
Thinking of you it is as if
I can feel your hands all over my body
Caressing me in just the right spots
Leaving hot butterfly kisses
Where your hands have been.
So intense are my thoughts of you
I close my eyes and you are with me.
Passion washes over me
As I feel you make love to my body.
Opening my eyes I cry out
As I realize it was just a fantasy.
What She Thought His eyes were plainly on me as he stood Across the room, imagining me nude. And I, no better, wondered how he'd be If we were in my bed at the night's close, I danced with him, and saw the mighty wood I gave him, and that put me in the mood To let him feel his body pressed to me In some secluded place that no one knows. I pray that he will want to leave this place, And that he'll go with me to where I live Where his strong hands will strip me down to lace, And then to skin. I'll say I want to give My body to him, that I want to be Beneath him, crying out in ecstasy!
Tonight, just you and me, nothing outside of this room
Totally into you, just us, the world simply does not exist
I see clearly, beside me, your silhouette is reflectedI will touch you, deeply, nothing left to be neglected
Making love to you, in the soft romantic, flickering candlelightI need only you, I want only you, all through the night
As I gaze deeply, into your wanting eyes, I see your growing desire
As I feel the warmness, of your radiating heat, together we build this fire
My heart quickens, its rhythmic pace, a sensual beatOur bodies, natural instinct, come together and meet
Penned By James L. McHenry
Copyright ©2005 By James L. McHenry
Copyright ©2005 By Mickey Pig Knuckles
Copyright ©2005 Mickey Pig Knuckles (All rights reserved)
Copyright ©2005 HeartFelt
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poet’s Reflect emotion
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Mary Ann Solis
 I had a piece
 of mexican cherry pie
  when I had the niña on her knees
   an got a good girl sweet and shy
Mary Ann Solis
 I had a feast
 of young hispanic pussy
  I devoured her childhood
   like a beast
    and enjoyed some
     nice new nookie
Mary Ann Solis
 it took some grease
 to open her vagina
  a girl like that is work
   but she's worth
    all the tea in china
Mary Ann Solis
 her maidenhood ceased
 just before her quinciñera
  her flower was taken
   several week
An unutterably old lady sits by the fireside alone
It is the middle of winter, snow falls outside
No-one has called on her for months
In her wrinkled hand a photograph
The girl is smiling, she was always so happy
The lustrous dark hair tumbles about her shoulders
So shiny those curls, she must surely have just washed it?
Eyes bright with the hopes and dreams of youth
Hers, the prettiest visage God ever contemplated
Perched coquettishly on the swing
Something in the pose reveals the chrysalis within
Not yet adult, her childhood fills its last valise
Preparing to depart with all its beloved possessions
Maybe to pave the way for a new owner not yet born
Girli
My loins on fire,
You rub against me lightly,
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