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Circles

September 4, 2014 Leave a comment

I want to create circles
Use my tongue and have it orbit your nib
Whirl around the ring of your entrance
Taste you until your waters spiral
Draw loops
Until your eyes spin
Trace hoops over your rose bud
Cause your head to rotate
Coil my lips around your pearl
Make your hips rotate
Cause your waistline to gyrate
Outline spherical shapes
Move my tongue in globular motion
Halo shape
Until you begin to ascend to heave
Cause your heart to swirl
Have your blood spin
Your head loop
Breath coil
Diaphragm whirl
You become a cyclone of tension
And your body unravels
I want to create circles

Categories: poems

#RandomLines: Coal

#RandomLines
Our love, our sex is a piece of coal.
Often seen as harsh, devoid of beauty. When heated, when burnt, it causes pollution, clouds that cause society to choke. It is debated upon, discussed with vile detest. seen as no longer valid in this modern world.

I see it as coal too…
It is a symbol of blackness. It’s buried deep. It’s of this earth. Comes from its core. It is aged. Was here before man – will exist after mankind. It is nature’s fuel. Organic. A rock that is solid. Pure. A substance so unique when pressed down, when placed under the pressure of the world it transforms and becomes a diamond. becomes precious, priceless, sort after by all.

Our love
Our sex is a piece of coal …

Categories: poems, wet thoughts

falling sound, rising thunder …

March 24, 2014 Leave a comment

I love how when you moan it progressively gets deeper
How it falls down your body
Begins as a hollow frequency echoing in your throat
Gains weight
Becomes heavy
The gravity of pleasure
Drags it down into your lungs
Balloons them
Inflates them until they boom Read more…

Categories: poems

More than / farmer

March 12, 2014 Leave a comment

I don’t want to make you tingle
I want to give you more than simple epidermis giggles
I want to nourish them from the earth of your nerve endings

I don’t want to make you moan
I want to give you more than simple vowel sounding audible expressions
I want to harvest them from inside your vocal cords

I don’t want to make you wet Read more…

Categories: poems

Come to my room (end result)

March 10, 2014 Leave a comment

Come to my room
Accept my invitation
Allow yourself to be pleasured
Pleasured by me
Take all of me
So that I
Pleasure you until you become
Stripped of your strength
Your arms weighted with fatigue
Heavy with satisfaction
Breathing laboured
Thick with your release Read more…

Categories: poems

Oh Fuck Yes!

February 14, 2014 2 comments

The first word conveys surprise
It is laces with disbelief
Compressed with sudden shock
Wrapped in astonishment
Carved from Incredulity
Sparkles with incomprehension
Obese with perplexity
Glazed with panic
Draped in disbelief Read more…

Categories: poems

Fingers (his words)

February 1, 2014 Leave a comment

Fingers – written by Eroticnoire

His words caress her
paint images between her thighs
Imagination unfolds
Blooms
As does her woman petals
She sits on her bed
Legs open
She is a book
Legs are pages
His words written in her mind
On the lines of her wetness Read more…

Categories: poems
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