Sassy Red-haired Beach Kat/Dune Goddess
When I Belonged to You
I saw your picture the other day
It made me think of you, of us, of when
It was a long time ago
We were lovers then and every moment was exciting
I belonged to you in so many ways
Yet you belonged to me too
I’ve spent time lately
Reliving those moments through poems and stories
Mine, of course
Since yours have ceased to exist here
Now they only live in my memory
And make me think of you
Sometimes we do the right thing
For all the right reasons
And the end result is meant
But still the actions cause moments of pain
Knowing what I gave up
What I absolutely had to give up
To let you move on and grow
I wonder if you realize
That it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done
Belonging to you
And then letting you go
But I’d do everything exactly the same
Still it’s hard without you
If life were different
And I could have found a way to be
In two places at once
And give both of you what you needed
And be assured you wouldn’t be lonely
You’d still be mine
I saw your picture the other day
Your smile told me everything I need to know
I’m grateful for every memory
Every poem and every story
Every moment of pain and pleasure
When I belonged to you.
This was my first ever .... ancient history
I used to sleep close to your heart
you held me tight,
kissed my head goodnight.
You said,
"This is how
I would have us sleep
all of our nights."
I stayed because
I loved the sound of your heart
beating while I slept.
I would wake up
and you would look at me
and kiss me good morning.
One night your hold on me
loosened.
No more good night kisses.
No more good morning kisses.
You said,
"I'm just tired."
I took that as your word.
I stayed because
I still loved the sound
of your heartbeats.
Then one night
you turned your back to me.
No more kisses.
This time not a word.
I hold on you still,
from behind,
because I miss the sound of your heartbeat.
Down memory lane in dreams, keeping an eye out for
as I tossed and turned, insomnia knocking at my door
with eyes of my Eleanor and tears of ninety-four
as if it were yesterday she slipped away from my arms
Forevermore now beneath the ground's floor
but soon the lords of Thor will spore my bones
that I might rest with my Eleanor
playing leapfrog in my mind's fog
As the spirits of winter fill my glass with frost
in condensation of your crimson lips of hue
with eyes of my Eleanor and tears of ninety-four
down memory lane in dreams, keeping an eye out for
kilometers deeper than simple
seeing, visceral visitation
as the hottest sweetest sweet
potato -- feel of the glow
that escapes that cherry sucker
t-shirt that comes down to only the top
of the first curvaceous rise
of your backside as you walk
with a wobble into the kitchen
where I already fired up
my afterglow appropriate red
Lucky gets me thirsty for a malt
liquor except the last malt liquor
I gunned happened when the night
was silent but only from our session
of fire engine screaming passion
that ended like the one I smoke this red
Lucky for and gives you your wobbly
glow so why don’t you go collect
those panties hearts like polka dot lips
are kissing all over that you know
brings the temperature of my passions
soaring all the way to animal,
slip them on and feel the slippery
harvest you milked from me to you
as you walk to the store to fetch
a cold malt liquor and maybe
a kebab and tell the guy
to not be shy about the peppers.
If you hadn’t wiped me out I’d travel
with you on those grit-groovy streets
just to grin within at how you try
to be cool about the reminder
that gives goo in your panties,
that gets those little red hearts
all smeared so their bright reds
are occluded pinkish. I think
that skirt I purchased for you
Christmas before this last you should fasten
and I bet you’ll be a walking doll
who exudes the warmth that gives pause
to nerve endings no matter what sex
organs dwell in a crotch, maybe
because your hair though a ponytail
won’t be pulled back in the usual
tidy fashion. I’ve heard about
that land of toys called novelty
and sourpusses warn against
prioritizing passing fancies
because they are novelties and novelties
have short shelf lives. But girl
every time you come near me
I remember how you writhed under
me and that your best muscles
are hidden in your exquisite pussy
walls and your countenance never fails
to animate into a woman
I’d not recognize because it’s like
the place you belong is always near
and easily accessed; your tart of
a sassy saucy cunt should be daily
and nightly throbbing and maybe
a little bit sore in the sensitive
tingly way because the way the heavens
put you together keeps me enslaved
in a state of unquenchable greed.
Or maybe it wasn’t the heavens,
at least the deacons I remember
would warn me about a sexpot
exposing pouty lips as you
were born to do. And once in a while
a rash of chills comes along and bathes
my body because they know
what gives me a kind of erotic
terror inside, knowing that if you
really wanted to turn the tables
and with a leash lead me to the troughs
to drink of all the perverse deeds
I’d flee from if anyone but you
took to black leather tools, I know
the answer and that’s why I feel
pretty much manipulated in
sprinkling brusqueness
in these lines and trying to talk
tough and you better hurry
to the store for that cold
malt liquor and peppered kebab.
*saw this and scrounged in the files and found this.
Hello. Nice to be here.
Night At The Bar ---
I love when you walk up behind me, surprise me and kiss my neck
Your hands around my waist, I'm instantaneously wet.
Your tongue lingers on my ears and massages lobes, your nose sniffs my hair like a red rose.
I love the feeling of being in your strong arms, you and your hands, make me feel safe from all hurt and harm.
I just have one request from you let me be clear, next time you pick me up
Sit me down on your dick dear
the way energy flows
words are not needed
voices may hush or talk softly but
I only speak to those on my parallel level
Everything and everyone else is obsolete.
Haunted by the night's dimming light,
and the phantom rose in shadow's row,
dawns the lantern of the yellow moon.
As petals drift by my window,
in splendor of the dimming light,
haunted by the phantom rose.
As wind among the garden,
blows no more, in silence,
as I lay you down to sleep.
Praying to the Lord your soul to keep,
as I feel your love comfort me,
haunted by the night's dimming light.
Love it. That’s how I feel my christmases are sometimes lol.
such a cute story great job, huggs you
Faded Memoies
What is my state of mind in mime
scribbling words that ease my soul
as night falls and the crickets chirrup
assuming dark but put it to rest
Feeling your breath touch me
and knowing that you are there
to comfort me night and day
in love's prevail
What is my state of mind in mime
taking a seat as my mind levitates
in this restful place of mine
faded memories of past
Fingers talking softly across my chest
of your pulsing blue eyes
thinking that it is night
assuming dark but put it to rest
After That One Strip Tease
It was after that one strip tease
that she crawled on the floor with ease
towards me and sucked on my dick
until it got hard enough to
sit on and have it go into
her pussy for that cowgirl trick
and keep it up until this hot
cum has just suddenly been shot
out of my cock while it was thick.
Trigger abuse fuck you Daddy Chuck
Does it make wet when you think of Daddy chuck winning me
Does it make wet when you think of Daddy Chuck.3 fingers deep inside of me
Does it make you wet when see Daddy Chuck 2 balls deep inside of me.
Does it make you wet .when you think of Daddy Chuck choosing me.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck fucking my poor little ass untill it bleeds.
Does it make wet when you think of Daddy Chuck beating and rapping me just for crying.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck Fucking me and I have that pipe inside of me.
Does it make you when you think of Daddy Chuck even his fucking friend Barry .
fucked me.
does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck making stupid fucking pornos with me.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck . That piece of shit had to me to even get a piece of me me 5 to 6 times a day.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck inside of me
Does it it make you wet when you think of Daddy chuck winning me
Does it make you wet when see Daddy Chuck 2 balls deep inside of me.
Does it make you wet .when you think of Daddy Chuck choosing me.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck fucking my poor little ass untill it bleeds.
Does it make wet when you think of Daddy Chuck beating and rapping me just for crying.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck Fucking me and I have that pipe inside of me.
Does it make you when you think of Daddy Chuck even his fucking friend Barry .
fucked me.
does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck making stupid fucking pornos with me.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck . That piece of shit had to me to even get a piece of me me 5 to 6 times a day.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck knowing he would of you just like me .
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy ChuckAnd knowing I had to have that pipe inside of me to calm the voices .
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck mind controlling me .
Does it make wet when you think of Daddy Chuck and the ways he terrirized me
Does it make you think of Daddy Chuck and all the ways he used mind control to fuck with a beautiful little redheaded girl like me .
Does it makee you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck making me bleed all for his sexual addiction that why I used the pipe inside of me.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck the little bastard did not win and today I won because I do have not have that burnt ass pipe inside of me
Does it make you wet to know even Dave's friend Barry was there at 3pm Dailey to me
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck
Does it make wet when you think of Daddy Chuck and the ways he terrirized me
Does it make you wet to think of Daddy Chuck and all the ways he used mind control to fuck with a beautiful little redheaded girl like me .
Does it makee you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck making me bleed all for his sexual addiction that why I used the pipe inside of me.
Does it make you wet when you think of Daddy Chuck the little bastard did not win and today I won because I do have not have that burnt ass pipe inside of me
Does it make you wet to know even Dave's friend Barry came at 3 everyday just to fuck 10yr old me
.........You know what FUCK YOU Daddy Chuck....
Deep
inside,
she wanted
to free herself
from the bondage and
escape from the cruel
man who had abducted her
but her body continued to
betray her for she kept on getting
aroused by him whipping her with that cane
and thrusting his stone hard dick hard and deep
inside her soaking wet pussy while
he was grabbing a firm hold of
her round breasts and squeezing them
until he made her and
himself shoot cum out
of each other
before he
left the
room.
I've Been Waiting For You
As
soon as
I stepped out
of the bathroom
and saw laying on
the bed this naked blonde
looking at me with hungry
eyes, I slipped off my towel and
allowed myself to get on top of
that chick and probe her pussy with my dick.
I wrote this 100 word poem for the Microfiction competition before I realised that poems weren't allowed.
Flanders fields abound with virgin souls
And once a year, dead nuns will call the rolls.
Ghosts of mercy then, will each anoint,
With their chaste nectar, an unused spectral joint.
Teenage cannon fodder sent abroad
Was unaware that this was their reward.
Such exchange for wasted lives
May have helped recruitment drives.
In the poppy fields, the big day nears
Eager phantom whispers greet your ears.
Whilst tortured souls may never find their rest
Shagging nuns is one way to be blessed.
But Corporal Brown must frown when he unbuckles
For Sister Joan, who used to rap his knuckles.
I Saw Her Go Into A Barn
I saw her go into a barn
and followed her to hear a yawn
and see her laying naked on
some hay and looking at this guy
with a smile before I could pry
open her legs, stuff my hard-on
inside a hole and drill her hard
until cum shoots out my postcard
sized hole and that is not a con.
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Wouldn't you rather have a nice cup of tea?
Roses are brown.
Violets are brown.
Everything is in a constant state of decay.
Fuck.
Don't believe everything that you read.
I saw her kneeled down, naked
naked and waiting for me to let
let her suck my dick until I fuck
fuck her pussy as hard as I get.
My hand travels into my silky pajama bottoms,
Softly stroking bare smooth velvet.
I lazily touch my pearl, thinking of her, as I go
Counterclockwise, imagining her face looking at me.
Her eyes are on mine, widening, in my fantasy.
It feels so good to touch myself, as I go faster, then slower,
As my finger starts glistening with my perfume.
Thinking of her beautiful face, what is it that she tastes of?
My eyes close and reopen as I wish she was kissing me then and there.
Fireworks explode as I tremble in pleasure.
My face is flushed with my body temperature rises steadily, warmly,
As the air becomes fragrant with my perfume.
I may have just met her, but she is a light shinging brightly, so beautiful and pure.
She is deliciously naughty-part angel, simply sublime.
She's my Muse for tonight and I just want to thank her.
The Ocean is our very Fate,
Like the Sun it rises high.
Then falls below.
Too low for visionaries to know.
It sings them of its beauty, a calming effect,
Of its fusion with their 'souls.'
Nay, for they who've salt water in their veins
Are born that way, they have to stay,
As they must live it every day.
They have little land their lives to support
Now just tossed 'bout by wind and by wave,
So bravely we sail into the wave and swell,
Even on days when we may see Hell.
The Oceans they give and they take very quickly,
Livelihood and death
Like Luke Abrazzi,
we can swim with the fishes.
Indentured Grammar Fascist
Your side of our bed is now
Piled high with books,
Stacks and stacks of them.
Different authors
Different genres
All filled with voices.
Voices that fill the spaces
Spaces that you left behind.
Here's another...