Fan mail – 27.2.13

I jus wrote this “Role play”:

I’m the fugitive. You are the cop. You don’t have to chase me, I’m turning myself into you. I love being a bad girl, so I want you to lock me up and give me the punishment I want. Sexual punishment. Tie me up! Handcuff me. Better yet, use a rope, no! Use my panties instead. I like it better that way. Mmmm. Can’t wait for you to start beating me with your baton. Laying all sorts of charges on me. Continue reading

Class ‘A’ substance

Your kisses are speed
I see colours
A Kaleidoscope of pleasure
The spectrum of hues and tones swirl around on my tongue
Pupils dilate
The vision of you flood into my eyes

I sip on the martini of your breasts
Suck on the black olives of your nipples
My tongue is shaken and stirred
Your breasts are a refined beverage of flesh my mouth drinks in

Your body
It is narcotics
Illegally smuggled Class ‘A’ substance
Pure cut & undiluted
It’s that good ‘ish

I lick the rizla of your pussy lips
Light up with a wet spark lick of your clit
Let the aroma of your sex float into the air
Take a long pull on your clit
Puff, puff give
You head
You give me the munchies
Nibble on the sweet snack of your pussy

Your tightness causes me to become an alcoholic drunk
Under the influence of your over proof grip
Intoxicated on the cocktail of your wetness
I love the campaign of your orgasm
When I shake up the bottle of your gspot and let it spray on me

My ears do lines of your cocaine moans
Snort in the audio powder of your vocals
Inhale the residue of your acoustic expression
It’s got me buzzing wild

I’ve tried to go to rehab
Attended your pumpum anonymous classes
Gone cold turkey
Started to jerk and twitch at flashbacks of your tightness
It don’t work baby
Acted like some crack hoe bitch
My name is Mr E and I’m an addict
There! I admit it
I will always be your pussy fiend
Can I have a hit of your Class A drug sex?

Hotel reservations

Exhilaration prickles up the back our necks
Childish excitement
Adult anticipation
We sign-in under an alias
Yet within our room we are our true selves Continue reading

late night love pt1

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
Move
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat Continue reading

In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

creative

You give me creative hard-ons
Make me want to give backshots to your intellect
Want us 69 each others imagination
Suck on the nipples imagery
Make them hard
Slow trace around them with the tongue of my vision
Lick them long with tongue strokes of sight
The curvature of your words hold me in awe
The nape of your necks thoughts call me to soft kiss them
Soft suck on them
French kiss your memories
Kiss them deep and long
Want you to ride my subconscious
Take me deep
Reach the roof of your inner self
Ride me hard
Long
Til I ejaculate my poems …

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when you …

My diaphragm
Staccato convulses
Forces
Breath to rumble up my windpipe explode out my mouth
A chorus of smooth staggered harmonies
Phonics sounds
stumble out my mouth
You make me moan
When you put me
In your mouth

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