Tag: poem

Loved by the Ocean (Poem)

I live by the sea,

Rather the ocean blue.

With its deep swells,

Seagulls too.

In the day,

As the sun rays,

Bounces off the diamond shore.

My thoughts drift back.

To a time I lack,

A love so pure.

Not to sound contrite,

But for tonight ,

I’ll tell you a story,

That holds true.

Of a particular loss,

That has cost,

How my ocean turned blue.

I was surprised,

To see inside,

what he wanted to convey.

I was scared,

Unprepared,

not knowing what to say.

I wrote him a note,

A letter in tears,

Of all my wants and all my fears.

And left it for Hue.

I left,

no ran,

Away from a man,

Who lived by the ocean blue.

Till this day,

My heart can’t convey,

The loss of the love so true.

Take my advice,

Don’t think twice.

If he swims your way.

He is one of a kind,

That man of mine,

His love will never stray.

Seduction (Poem) R

Go deep.

How deep?

Deeper than the ocean floor

So deep I can’t take no more.

I’ll open up wide

How wide?

So wide that you’ll be transported through time and space.

Now take your place

I’ll flow for you

How much?

So much they will proclaim it as a wonder to behold.

I’ll give you a feast.

A feast?

Take your fill.

What if I’m full?

Then dessert  and wine

Wine?

Yes  red or white

Dripped on skin,

Taunt and tight.

Enough with the temptation.

I did my trick.

The outside of your pants,

Shows the imprint of your dick.

Do you still want to wait?

And play with my tongue.

You know it’s wicked.

I’ll make you cum.

Unseen (Poem)

I’m tired of being,

Unseen,

Unwanted,

Uncared for.

Waiting for a time.

Anytime to be,

Acknowledged.

To be touched.

Abandoned and

An after thought.

I used to smile.

Big and bright,

Illuminated the  room.

Put stars to shame.

Now the night

Is missing a star.

Pitch black,

became his heart.

I’m tired.

Weary to the bone.

He was once, my home.

Master Pleasure (Poem)

It starts low and is barely noticeable.

Warmth builds

Thighs move back and forth.

Unintentional building arousal

Feeling dewy

Uncomfortable with the clothes I have on

The seam rubs across the key

That opens the door to allowing access

Someone’s here, in the other room

I have to be as quiet as I can.

Slowly I move my hand.

I lightly touch it on the outside.

Torturing myself before I glide in.

Should I circle it or tap it to begin?

Circle with pressure.

I want in.

I squeeze my lips.

Not to let out a moan

Pushing two fingers into its home

So drenched but still, I ache

Wanting more. I know I could take.

I pulled it out.

My trusted friend

To help me bring

This to an end

I press the button.

On the top

Not playing a game

About to pop

Bursting at the seam

Coating it with cream

Higher I went.

Until I was spent.

I came down slowly.

With controlled breaths

leaving the evidence

I’m so wet.

 

Ladies Night (Poem) R

 

Kissable lips

Pouty, hypnotic

Hooded eyes

Fingertips

Gliding up supple skin

Feeling a muscled back

Strong arms

Flexed then relaxed.

Hands,

Gripping then releasing

Growled moan

Scented skin

Showing a trail

Of a Promise

To be let in.

Wonderland of delights.

Wanting to go higher

Than the highest heights

Money in purses

Overflowed

Taking you to a room

Where no one goes.

This room is red

Carpet is dark

King size bed.

Beating heart.

Strips of silk

Meant to be tied

Come, cum

Let’s go on this ride.

When the night ends

And were both spent out

We’ll leave as friends

With my taste in your mouth.

Desert (Poem)

If I could paint upon your skin

I would paint you with whipped cream.

Sweet sugary delight

Contrasted with natural salt

If I could add to the texture I love

It would be drizzled with chocolate.

Dark and decadent

Whispering carnal secrets

If I can top it all

With a strawberry

Or fruit

The essence

Bursting down my throat

Would be my undoing.

His First (POEM) Rated R

 

Person biting into a juicy apple. Generative AI 29266206 Stock Photo at Vecteezy

Lay down.

I do all the work.

Relax

Remove your shirt.

Mmmm

Nice, I want to lick

Give it a flick,

Of my tongue.

Watching you

Come undone.

Silken flesh

Smoooth.

Touch and caress.

Don’t fear me.

You waited so long.

Who would have thought.

I’d be your number one.

I’ll set the bar high.

No one can touch.

Open those thighs.

Breathing in your musk.

You tremble already?

We just begun.

You haven’t entered yet.

And you are sprung.

Let me drink you.

Taste that drop.

On the tip of my tongue,

Like a lollipop.

It is time ,

For me to climb.

Pushing you in,

Watching you sin.

As I take,

What you freely give.

No regrets.

It’s time to live.

I felt you pulse.

Ready to release.

Pace I rode.

Began to increase.

Your eyes are focused.

Dead on me.

“Cum. Let me see.”

There it is.

Innocence gone.

I watched it go.

Like a sweet song.

I was your first.

I granted your wish.

Quench a thirst.

Scratched an itch.

I will never see you.

Only thoughts in my mind.

How I took you.

How you were mine.

(Confession: I wanted to be his first. To see what a man see’s when he takes the innocents. It was magnificent. Fia xoxo)

 

 

Unclaimed (Poem)

I never claimed to be a poet.

The words come to me,

In twisted mysteries.

I do enjoy it.

All the leeps and bound,

And tumbling sounds.

Breathing deep.

Until I feel the  ground,

Swallow me whole.

My eternal soul,

I never claimed who I am.

This person.

These hands.

These thoughts.

Unchangeable demands.

Passion creeps in.

Every crevice.

Every word.

Every syllable.

Yet unheard.

I never claimed anything at all.

Until you.