Chocolate Paradise
The Skies are blue and lovely
The cool breeze blowing by slowly
Mmmm!
She savors, the fullness of him
Filling her mouth with the warmth of life
Wishing she was his wife
As he pleasured her to distraction
Making whole her satisfaction
Wishing he could feed her his black meat ever so often
Keeping her always, in Chocolate heaven
Life is too short to waste it on drama. Have fun while you still can.
Sweet Rush --by Lydia
Something courses through me
A sweet rush, but violent thrill
Rocks my body
A pleasant chill
I shiver with longing for your caress
And it's torturing, arousing, promising
Desire to feel mingling breaths
To feel our hips rocking.
I want to cling to you
And have you envelope me
To be without you was cruel.
You've become a drug, something I need
To sustain this constant rush.
Ok folks, while we await all the naughty poets to have their say, here's another one to make it 3 down, and 7 to go.... Enjoy!
Orally Inclined
(c) DonAbdul
Behold the talented
Giving and receiving pleasure oral
Sexual technique perfected
To some ecstatic, yet to other immoral
Whither you belong on the divide
In its very doing does ecstasy reside
For both giver and receiver thus defined
Yes! The Orally Inclined
Life is too short to waste it on drama. Have fun while you still can.
I have posted this one on the Lush site, in Love Poems, so I guess it's all right to put it in here as well.
The Five Senses
Someone asked me,
What makes you feel sexy?
My thoughts turned to you, and I replied:
Many things, but...
The five senses come into play,
The sight of him,
The sound of his voice,
The touch of his hands,
The smell of him,
The taste of him.
The order isn't important.
'Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us;
The figurehead
Was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis.
The captain's name was Lugger.
By Christ he was a bugger.
He wasn't fit
To shovel shit
From one ship to another.
The first mate's name was Carter.
By God he was a farter.
When the wind wouldn't blow,
And the ship wouldn't go,
Carter the farter would start 'er.
The second mate's name was Hopper.
By God he had a whopper;
Twice round the deck,
Thrice round his neck,
And up his arse for a stopper.
The second mate was Andy,
By Christ he had a dandy,
Till they crushed his cock
On a jagged rock
For coming in the brandy.
The third mate's name was Morgan,
By god he was a gorgon,
From half past eight
he played till late,
Upon the captain's organ.
The captain's wife was Mabel,
And by God was she able
To give the crew
Their daily screw
Upon the galley table.
The captain's daughter Charlotte,
Was born and bred a harlot,
Her thighs at night
were lily white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The cabin boy was Kipper,
By Christ he was a nipper.
He stuffed his arse
with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.
The captain's lovely daughter
Liked swimming in the water.
Delighted squeals
Came when some eels
Swam into her sexual quarters.
The cook his name was Freeman,
He was a dirty demon,
He fed the crew
On menstral stew
And hymens fried in semen.
The ship's dog's name was Rover,
We turned that poor thing over,
And ground and ground
that faithful hound
From Tenerife to Dover.
No I never wrote it
At Your Mercy
I see you
Cast in shadows by the moonlight
But the fire dances wickedly in your eyes
A shiver of fear slides through my body.
I feel you
Your hot breath against my skin
Your hard lips demanding mine.
My fear fuels our lust.
I want you
Your tongue dancing with mine
Your skillful hands play me like an instrument
I beg for release
Your wicked smile
Wreaks havoc on my soul
Your teasing touch
Plays with my heated flesh
But you have other plans
The silvery glitter
A cold steel against my skin
A sweet torture for my senses
It moves a smooth passage
Across my delicate canvas
Removing all physical barriers
Until, my body is bare to you
My skin trembles in the cool night air
My will bends
My eyes plead for more
My lips beg for it
I am your work of art
My naked body bathed in moonlight
My eyes filled with unbridled lust
My pleading words music to your ears
In that moment,
Bound by rope
Ruled by desire
I am forever at your mercy
"Water Fall"
Water falling over your body
Making the deep auburn tan glisten;
Highlighting the tan lines around your breasts
Showing small erect pink nipples,
Pointing arousal in the mist.
As the water falls over your body,
It trickles down, slowly, and begins to christen
The slender curves where you’ve been blessed;
And I see your body shiver as the droplets send ripples
Arousing feelings you can’t resist.
Your hair falls down over your shoulders
Caressing your dark skin in waves,
Lingering there as you begin to massage
Nooks and crannies only you know how to touch,
Sending erotic shivers that tingle down your spine.
Your hands caress your small boulders
Tweaking the middle of them in stages,
Painting a picture- an erotic collage;
Your fingers the paint brushes that you clutch
That feels a point once hidden behind a puffy line.
The soapy paint trickles down your curves
Accentuating points touched by fingertip brushes,
Swirling around, caressing tight corners
Causing arousing effectual intense moans
Of pure desire that leaves you wanting more.
You stop a moment, sigh, and continue to serve,
Rubbing your bristles in very light touches
All along your deep tanned borders
Bringing you into a frenzy leaving you sexually stoned
Where your climax hits suddenly and you begin to pour.
Out of you with a sexual yell, you begin to gush,
Flooding the shower floor as you massage your clit;
Intense, the feeling makes you buckle your knees
As the painted picture nears the end
Culminating in a collapse of needed desire.
There you sit on the cool wet tile with a sexual flush,
Glowing from energy that left you in a sexual fit,
Reeling in desires that made you say please,
Thanking God for your hands that lend
Help in putting out an erotic fire.
"So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind."
--Evanescence
I Want
I want you to think of me all of the time.
I want you to crave me.
I want it to be me you think about when you are sleeping.
I want you to snatch up the phone when it rings hoping it's me calling you.
I want you to see a car like mine and crane your head to see if it is me driving it.
I want you to search for me in a crowd and not relax until you see me there.
I want you eager to see my name in your email inbox.
I want you to get a excited when you watch me from across the room.
I want you to hear a certain song and be reminded of me.
I want you to wait for me.
I want you hungry for me.
I want you begging for me.
And I'll settle for nothing less.
Wow, you single handedly took care of that thread Don, well done! =d>
, thanks for making it 2 down, 8 to go. Hugs 
Now we have 5 down and another 5 to go; Who's next? 
Folks, here's another one to keep the rhythm flowing until we get to the Big 10.....
