oldskool1913
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CATEGORY
erotic
Entice me
Excite me
Ignite my senses by stimulating my mental
Whisper derogatory language
Make me succumb to your needs
Control me
Make my pleasure your own
Every intense octave
Every moan
Play with my femininity.
Listen to my orgasmic song, put it on repeat, kiss me deeply, hit rewind, watch as our souls connect and intertwine.
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COMMENTS
mrmelody7 says: Jazzy mental stimulation |
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qtp_21 says: Got like a blues feel to it... It's AWESOME keep up the great work God bless |
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2b2b2 says: Hot petit piece!! Thanks for sharing! |
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BoRhyme says: HOT!!! Got me sweating!!! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY oldskool1913
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CuriousLet's forget about the whole wine and dine. Besides, I have 69 reasons why we should stay inside. I'm not being y, nah not in the least, but I'm famished girl, and my head game is definitely a beast. I'll have you speaking in tongues, or biblical versus, screaming out F***! S***, God Damn, yeah you know a plethora of curses. Partaking in the sweetest of sins, letting your juices flow, Mmmmm, and drip down my chin. Can I have a taste? Can I, as the guys say slide the tip in? See, I'm not trying to make you forget about your man. My only intention is to make you understand all the possibilities of your sexuality, and rather or not you choose to act on curiousity is up to you completely. Let go of all your inhibitions, let me set your mind at ease. Hoping I don't come off as eager, it's your world and I aim to please. Stare into my eyes while I spread open your thighs, let my tongue linger inside, hear your moans and cries. Regardless or not if we ever decide to relive this mo... |
My SinI'm weak...I'm weak for the inevitable, his touch, fear overcomes me and shakes my reality. His hands caresses my skin, I run my fingers through his hair, that's my fetish, my finger tips trace his lips, he licks them, I gasp, trying to decrease the throbbing in between my thighs. He cups my chin, embraces me, our lips touch. Electrifying, I pull away, ashamed of what I'm feeling. My desire grows, I've tried to relenquish this...this attraction, disguise it with hate, with disappointment towards them. He kisses me again, tongue invades my own, I welcome it. His hands rub my thighs, inching lower, body betrays me, hormones kick in. He licks and bites my neck. I hiss, I moan, battle within myself. Throbbing increases, desire rises, the need to be touched overpowers my judgement. Pants pulled down, panties pulled to the side, I cry out. He licks me, repeatedly. My moans are his muse. His inspiration, I am his instrument of seduction, every stroke of his tongue ignites a differ... |
