I wanna kiss your lips and the tips Of your toes And your nose I wanna snuggle your feet And your fingers And teeth I wanna lick your mind And your balls And your ass from behind I wanna suck your face And your ears And your cock I wanna dance with your eyes And your soul And your mind

Lost in the battle Lost in the hustle Lost in the day Lost in the night Not looking, but wanting My hand touches it My heart breaks a little more A tear falls The memories flood in That night That moment The surrender The gift Holding it in my hands Wanting it more than ever Wondering if it will ever be again Hoping for the moments I put the collar back in the box Written by TxPrincess for publication on LushStories Only!

You know who he is. You know what he does. Everyone knows everyone in Bayou Goula, and Jack Brandon isn’t exactly low profile. He hasn’t been at the bar in a while, but he’s here tonight. You would know. You’re always looking, waiting for the day when he’ll walk up to you oozing swag with that shit-eating smirk on his face. You see him looking at you sometimes, ogling your tits and your ass, but he never talks to you. Nev...

Dreaming of you. Missing your touch.My unquenched desire demandsto drink from your quintessence. Totaste your sweet lips. One sharp bite fuels our desire. Wanting lips devouring.Fingers trailing thepath of your softness,coax an aria from your lips.  Breast caressed,Curved and erect. Rigid nipples, pinched and twisted, licked and bitten, kissed softly. Mixed sensations of one jillion shiverscourse through my veins like a d...

I'd give anything I haveIf I could wish you here and softly kiss your cheek. I'd trade a year from my lifeIf I could walk to youright here, right now. I'd trade my place in heavenIf I could be In your dreamsfor one night.  I've shed a million tearsIn dreams and wishingI could see you just once. I'd ride a train to hellIf you could make love to mefor only one night. I'd gift the devil my soulIf I could softly touch youJust...

I want to see you in every sexy position. In every setting, Our sullied minds can imagine. I need to see your beautiful eyes,Glazed over with wanton lust. To see your face contorted, twisted,With the pain of pure pleasure. Satisfaction etched deeply,In every part of your being. I wish to sate your every desire. I want to be the man you want and need. I want to make your every naughty dream, Your every sexy fantasy come tr...

This is a poem 'bout Nate   and a dirty slut named Kate.  How neither of them could wait for a Sweet Valentine's date.   Nate worked at the auto-mart 'cause he wasn't very smart. Kate's legs were always apart because she's a dirty tart.   When Kate leans on the counter,  the stench of slut surrounds her. After a brief encounter,  Nate thought he’d like to mount her.   He said, “Hi, how are you Kate?  Tonight I’m gonna wor...

All I have are my words to send across the great divide. Let them wrap around you when you’re lying in your bed,hungry for my touch. They will whisper in your ear as you reach for yourself, hard and swollen with need. Close your eyes and feel them caressing your lips, invading your mouth. Swirling around until they escape as incoherent moaning; a background to your lust Feel them in every stroke, in every shiver that race...

Please. I need you. I start to cry, It's never the right time. Time is the eater of my wants, My desires. My need for you, My desire for your touch. I want you in my arms, Your skin under my hands, Your taste on my tongue. Yet time does not allow that. It prevents me from having you, Playing with you, Feeling you slide gently inside me. Making me moan, My head falls back. My arms and legs wrap themselves around you, Holdi...

So many wants so many desires,Having you near sets me on fire.Holding you naked in my arms,feeling your mouth so soft and so warm.Seeing your eyes as you near your passion,learning about your wants and fashions.Tucking you in every nightwould be one of my greatest delights.So many wants, so many desires,Having you with me is all I desire.

What dream did she appear from? This Sidhe like elven sprite. She bewitches me by daytime, And each and every night. Her humbleness deceiving. She wields almighty powers. Words no longer necessary. I could gaze for hours and hours. She gives me just enough To keep me hard, servile. And when I start to waver, She gifts that special smile. She gives the strength of Heracles. Then breaks me like a glass. How could this start...

The Wallflower The need to talk to him, to hear his voiceDrives me to the brink of insanityIf only for a moment, to bask in his attentionTo have him notice me But, alas I am a wallflowerI blend in easily, unnoticeable But, oh so hungry For his touch, his attention, his words I imagine, in my own little worldHim lovingly calling me “his”To mold me, love me, punish meHave me surrender to him His hands around my throatHis de...