Wednesday, February 26, 2014

lip service

i will tell you what turns me on , you want me you desire me you kneel in service and submit
your off your feet feeling me
caressing my legs

running your lips over me
my hands are all over you
caressing every fold

my tongue in your armpit
my lip on your face
my hands about you

dripping you in honey
baby im gona eat you up

caress ya up
dress ya down

hold you close

im not dreaming
*lip service*

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

fruit an nut

where in the dark she dances ...
her hands twirl between her thighs
she the center of a warm haze

the musk oh the night
a tigress hunting at leisure
an instinctual growl

flap your wings little bird
bask in her glorious kill
blood drenched lips a cereal killer

henna thrilla

Sunday, February 9, 2014

silent eagle

beat me with your silence beat me with your arched i brows ,
i the ever proud don't fall to my knees , the ballet dancer
he sweeps the world in a whorl
your arms surround him like a rainbow of truth ,
your ever loving silence all he has to hold but all he ever needed since the beginnings of time


then tell me about it , let off steam in my arms , whisper in my ears

tease me with your silent embrace ,
mistress i bow before your whims

but after my lips caress your soul you shall ever press your lips to my hands in obedience

Thursday, February 6, 2014

a flutter in the darkness

your heart is alight with delight 
your mind given into dreams 
as to your gift your lips 
the passionate one 
your worthy 
your fire a kindness to the man of your flames

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

the heart of the foxet

she dove under the fence
finding the beast she comenced

circling the left
cradling her young she was not bereft

on the mount she mounted the beat
preceded to take a feast

let her passions roll
for the devils heart she stole

diving on top of him
from him she got

feasting on the sweet roll
the devil bell told

dancing the flows of his elixir
her flexible neck erected a flag poll

from her get came the young
the foxy tramp the morning sun

and that's what you get in the vixens bed roll
satisfaction and a head bowl

Sunday, January 26, 2014

the felt rod


i stand behind you
arms around your belly
your sexy i whisper
lips on your shoulder nibble

Mmm

fingers run round your breasts cupping them in the sweaty shower
the slow motion of hands like a fire sensual rubbing the moment vibrating

oh yes mmm

my lip licks down your ear your hair in my face as i caress your lips

yes !

bite your neck softly
tongue slips over your lip
almost dry
sensualy wet
dripping

my arm slips down into your panties
my heart pulsing to your back
hand on your neck

i caress building up heat
hand wet and sticky
with your moisture

mmm

i face you
hands about your face
drawing you towards my handsome chest
pulsing vain in your neck meets my chest

your head lays on my firm chest
my arm circles your breast

your hand runs up and down my cock

Mmmm

the rod against your belly
against your lips
you nibble just a little

taking me in
you pull on my thigh
oh baby yes pleas
my lips kiss your hair

taking you deep in my mouth
my hand plays over your back

other runs over your face
between your eyes
and over you

your on your knees
my hand cup your ass

yes I am

i lick your firmly
on the pussy lips
kissing them

Mmm

a flood pulsing liquid vibe

mmmmm
and i stand behind you on my knees
feeling your fur with my finger tip
and i push in

moving in a winding forward
i fill you to the core
hands hold your hips

*:-)*

passion within a fire

softly spoken with your head bowed
your eyes like those of one without will
*thy eyes gentle and sweet*

yes,during sex

*thy heat fluttering thy lips chaste*
they eyes demur and strong
thy chest heaving as your body moves up and down
in heat

pleasure pain relief
Mmmm yes

your buttox red and rosy
in the hands of a totan arian prince

Tender and glowing

fingers running over your spine in wanton heat
*gasping for breath*

bursting to shout
to gasam
to fly into an inferno reborn

*was that good baby*