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Rain drops drip on my naked skin The sun rays warm my heated body The feel of your skin against mine Leaves me breathless with wanting more.
I'm a hunter. I'm going to hunt you like my pray. with your mysterious provocative gaze. Our hungry tongues indulging there craving. Causing you to touch my skin. The burning of our flames.
A prowler on the prowl. Looking left and right. She wants a man now. To bask in her delight. Her claws are at the ready. To grab when lust strikes. Wandering with purpose. To find a man she likes.
Single Rose. Devour this flower. Need to be your flower. Precious flower. Pluck my petals. Kiss my buds. I hope my thorns make you bleed. Envy wrapping it thorns. Deflowered with a bees sting.
Sweet escape Lust like this I'll just lust my broken heart together Imagine the things I want with a stranger Bodies entwined in my darkened web my lovely bed Limbs tangle Yours and mine Stuck...
Lying in a petrified state, waiting to get a release. Imprisoned, in marble, walls of fire and lightning. Got my arm stretched out. Cut me up, and drink my blood. Drain me, my love.
And then I went down into her lair For a 2nd time and without care For the dream had now become real This wonderland in me will heal No need to rise for me my dear Beside you I shall sit, yes right...
Passion consumed by lust, Blushing, Staring, Rushing, I lust you, I lust the thought of you, The heat from your body, the black in your eyes, Pleasure, Intense, Pressure, Heat of lust, Sweat starting...
A bitter sweet kiss, Leaving cherry stains on your longing lips. Captivate my desire, never unleash me from this burning fire. Undress me with a stare of lust, and stroke gently me tiny bust.
Shall I bend over while you shove it in. Privatize my ass, then ask me how I've been. Ohhhh. It's so good how you thrill me. You found my hot button issue. Oh baby, how you kill me.
"Black velvet" The velvets of your black wings Taste to me like the beaten winds. It smells like scents of Etna’s ashen peak sneaks by To erupt my depths with cold, hard steel.
Pretending to be your call-girl one night, I come around looking just right, To your front door in my spike-heeled boots, Anxious to see if the outfit suits.
This is the Title poem from my book of poetry entitled "Phenomenal Amble Magnetism." I hope all who read enjoy :) Even when dreams are absent from sleep I dream of you Thinking I've gotten over...
Forbidden Fruit He invasions her in a orchard of peach trees, in tight white shorts and a baby blue & white checked blouce, sleeves rolled up, belly bare and too many buttons left undone.