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sounds like pt1

October 23, 2014 Leave a comment

I love how she moans
It vibrates
Deep
Subterranean
Sounds like soil
Dirty
Gritty
Earthy
Grown from the topography of her pleasure

Her moans sound like meditation
Hums
Originating from deep breathing
Focused deliberation
Centred frequency
Generated from an alignment of her chakras
An attainment of raging calm contemplation

Her moans sound like thunder
A rain storm
Precipitation of released wetness based tension
It’s dark
Foreboding
An ominous threat of mother earth rage
Clouds of lust full with freedom

Her moans sound like poetry
Elegant incomprehensible verbs
Fluent with passionate vexation
Articulate delicate surrender
Its moving
Filled with emotion
Thought
It sounds like
truth
Raw & honest

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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 seen as no longer valid in this modern world.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

Letters of pleasure – 21.3.14 – 4×4 task

March 21, 2014 Leave a comment

I’ve said from the start that this journey would be one that pushes you beyond your boundaries. I’ve said from the start that this journey will be one that is solely about your pleasure and its exploration. It would be a journey that challenges your preconceptions of pleasure, power and submission. This task will push you; it will push you further than the previous tasks. It will carry you on a slow walk of spasms; offer you an unhurried stroll through the garden of shudders. With this task you’ll be required to focus on prolonging your pleasure. It will be rough, rugged and you’ll travel of a varied terrain of tingles, throbbing and intensity. This is why I’ve call this task 4×4

You’ll perform four ‘sessions’ with four varied strokes with these four implements and each session lasting four minutes. For each ‘session’ you’ll use each of the things below to indulge yourself and your pleasure and you’ll perform them in the order given.
Fingers
Bullet
Rabbit ears
Ice cube
remember: each item from the list will be used for four minutes and you’ll perform four varied strokes for each item.  Read more…

Categories: fan mail, letter from Mr E

Hold me (when you)

March 12, 2014 3 comments

I love when you
Hold me in your hands
Feel my weight
Coil your fingers around my girth
Squeeze gentle
Place my tip on the edge of your wetness
Ease yourself down
Slow
Guide me Read more…

Categories: poems

Full

February 24, 2014 4 comments

I want to lay down between your thighs
Fill them with the circumference of my waist
Have you wrap your legs around me
Have you feel me
Press against them so they reach maximum capacity of me
I want to slide inside you
Slow
Deep
Enter you so your walls become obese with my girth Read more…

Categories: poems

That moment (contradiction)

February 24, 2014 Leave a comment

The moment
That instance
When I first slide inside
Is a beautiful contradiction
It’s a clash
A collision of slow eased release
And sharp sudden burst
Clattering of tingles
A soothing of ranging want Read more…

Categories: poems
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