Boy In the Woods (Poem18+)

There once was a boy who went into the woods
everyone knew he was up to no good

The stories went around what he had done
from Brenda, Angela, and Suzette to name some

These ladies got together
and conspired to plot

It is time to teach this little boy
There was somebody else who wanted what he got

So, he set out into the woods
not knowing what it will bring

There was a rustle behind him
the birds did not sing

“Hey there boy where you’re off to?”
he took a swallow and stared and did not know what to do

“I’m supposed to deliver a package
to my granny up the way”

“You’re supposed to deliver a package
why don’t you stay here and play”

She looked normal as normal can be
but something about her made him ill at ease

“A friend told me you would be around this way
why do you step back come forward let’s play”

As he was about to turn, he felt his body in flight
he landed on the ground with her eyes in his sight

She smiled at him as wicked as she could
Showing two pointed teeth that were meant for no good

“Here take this basket if you’re hungry but let me be
There’s plenty of food there if you open, you’ll see”

She smiled and licked her lips and looked him over in delight
He was a scrumptious morsel he was Her’s for tonight

“ohh yes I’m hungry but not what’s in that bag
let me relieve you of these pants so I can take what you have”

He was not ready for his manhood you see
he would embarrass himself and he could not let that be

Why don’t we talk at least for a moment
I promise to give you what you want as consolement

She climbed off and stood before him as he kneeled
There was nothing he could do there she will

‘What is your name?”
That should only take a second or two
“My name is Wolf
and I’m here to eat you”

“Do you not think that’s extreme
after all, I’m not much to be had”

“No, you’re not much to be had
but you are very, very bad”

“Now take those pants off and let me see what you got
Once the moon breaks over the trees your plea’s I will hear not”

He took a deep breath and did what she asked
She looked hungrily at what he had at half-mast

Make it stand up hard and straight
I’ll give you till the count of eight
and if by 8 you’re not ready still
you feel a little pain but gives me a lot of thrill

As quick as a whip as fast as he could
He did what he had to do because he understood

This is what he deserved for what he had done
Those women got together, and he is going to be undone

He made it to the count of five
When his meat was ready
She kicked him to the ground
and held him steady

“Is that fear I see in those eyes of gold
you should be scared I’m told”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had one of you
so, forgive me if I leave a bruise”

She climbed on top and rode him hard
Her claws dug in, enjoying the pain with a grin.

It didn’t take long for him you see
the problem with him he shoots off too early

the women were upset as you can guess
the little boy took but he couldn’t give as well as he got gets

she leaned over smelling the blood
hearing his moans
and cries from above

It was time to bite
The moon casting its light
he turned his neck
and with sheer delight
she left him a mark

He was now claimed
he did not know
his new mistress name.
There will be another time for this though

He shot up as if his cum was a cannonball
She took it all in and whispered “Is that all”

She rose to her feet watching her meal was sated
“Now when you take those ladies make sure you don’t leave them jaded”

She turned around and off she went
the next full moon call
There is another time to be spent.

(I was debating on this one coming out but here it is. Let me know how you feel. Fia)

In The Dark

I read a poem called In the Dark
the things that were done
are things that leave marks

I caught my breath
With every stroke of the pen
There was nothing left
Once they entered the den

There was only one light
That’s shown in the pitch
One shimmering glow
My breath did  hitch

There was no denying
What they were there to do
Once he began the tying
She breathed anew

This is a ceremony
The two have begun
This is deeper than matrimony
The two become one

With the raise of a hand
and a connection to flesh
It echoed off the walls
It stole her breath

She knew the signals
He heeded the signs
He pulled her up
Making sure to intertwine

The chords was intricate
a beautiful design
The tighter they were
The darker the marks are left behind

The night was dark
Decadent and sweet
The room was stark
A perfect place to meet

A surrendering so complete
It would tear out a soul
She surrendered where their bodies meet
He entered every hole

She began to tremble
As the intent to see if she could last
He increased the tempo
His semen he blasts

“Are you ready”
He did ask
She nodded her head
As he pushed 1 silver ball at a time inside her ass

She whimpered and mewed
Ready to burst
Her desire was fueled
With the first outburst

1 by 1 he pulled them out
1 by 1 she screamed and wiggled about
His smile was dark and hidden from the light
His enjoyment was dark and should be kept out of sight

When her orgasm struck
A sight to behold
Another one struck
As if it could be controlled

Their night will end
In the ray, of first light
But as long as there is darkness
They enjoy the night

 

(I would love to get feed back on my work. All is welcome)

Invitation

Once upon a time
In a world we once known
There was a castle that stood
With a secret down below

It was made of stone
And craved with rock
Only the dark ones know
What’s behind the lock

Tonight
there is a treat to behold
A claiming of sorts
A soul to a soul to a soul

They all have come
To see the sight
The old ways are  new
In flickering candlelight

So be my guest
See a delight
But I must warn you
This will not be a pure sight

Leave behind
What you think you know
Dress your best
Get ready for the show

Sexless World

Are we living in a sexless world?
Those who have it flaunt it.
Those who don’t want it.

There are so many people who dream of it.
Whether at night or in the day
to be taken in almost every way

Is there something in the air
Or something we ate
Somethings around us
Or given to us in a subliminal state

“Ah sex is not everything”
I heard that time and time again
If that is so, then why do we crave it so
my friend

There is a connection that is more than a touch
There is a slight devotion which to most of us means much
There is a burning that is douse with natural solutions
There is yearning that definitely brightens some of our constitutions

The natural chemical can dwindle in time
Never to be completely loss in an aged mind

Are we living in a sexless world
I should hope not
This is another question to unfurl
As I sit here in this spot.

How much for an Idea?

I didn’t know there was a currency for an
  Idea
I thought at least that was free
   My dear
But what is coming off in waves of
     I fear
Is that the cash in this cave is
      insincere
Giving you what I got, was a token in a
pond
It caused too many ripples to stay afloat
or stand on
Wanted to give back what I
 gravitated to
But the money is stacked against me, I didn’t have
a clue

Dollars, Euros, Peso’s. Dram’s
Don’t know how much
Now I don’t give a damn!

Freedom of speech
Freedom in a word
Free is the consistent thing
and that is what I heard.

(Let me know what you think? love to hear from you. Fia xoxo)

Tongue (18+ Poem)

Let me orally

Tell you what you mean to me

Since this tongue

Can make the strongest being

Sing to me

Slowly I glide up the side

Circling a nip, my tongue flicks it.

Then it glides down

Stops

Dips

Flatten

Continue trip

Now this is where the fun of this tongue begins to play

“Male”

Glides down

To the base

Then up to the tip

Inserts tongue in the slit

Hair gripped

Mouth open

Slide tongue down

Deep thoat’n

Saliva full force in

Tongue in a wave

You trying to force in

Changing the stroke

You trying to choke

Getting a good grip

Sucking so hard

Like an icy on a stick

“Oh shit”

Trembling hands

With no grip

Blowing a load

Pass these lips

Oh yum, yum

Bitter taste left on tongue.

“Female”

Further down

A sweet bouquet

A lace covers her sex

Playful tongue gets it wet

Pull it to the side

So I can twirl that pearl

And get her to ride

Lips suck lips

In an oral discussion

Grinding so hard

Wanting to feel that eruption

Tongue flattens

You jerk

tongue dips in

slight squirt

tongue on a mission

won’t stop

building that sweet bubble

wanting you to pop

in and out

uncontrollable friction

You saying words

There is no diction

Body is telling me

What I want to know

Here is the clincher

Then she will blow

Pinch on the top

Tongue did a dip

Two fingers in back hole

There she goes

A geyser cannot compete

With this shit.

 

I Rise 18+ Poem

 

I rise with a particular taste in my mouth

I rise with a particular ache down south

I rise with the first rays of the sun

I rise with a want and an ache  to cum

 

I go get what I need

I go get my favorite steed

It asks no questions

There is no pretension

 

I looked at it and wanted more

Took out another

I have a hole to explore

 

Laying back on cotton sheets

Legs open

I turn on the beasts

One goes in at the perfect setting

Second on top

The bed I’m wetting

 

Relentless

As it sucks and plunges

Relentless

Taking away these urges

 

The higher I go

The faster I grind

Having both in sink

And setting on  nine

 

I shutter

I convulse

I break

 

I cum

Completely undone

Back to Earth

After touching the sun

 

I finally rise

Out of this bed

Relaxed and relieved

“Get to work” is in my head

Afternoon Delight 18+ Poem

Eyes closed.
Deep inhale
A forgotten scent
A recalled memory
Brown eyes
Infused with heated desire
Slightly parted lips
A side smile.
Made it three steps
Door closed
Pulled back
Turned
Lifted
Back to the wall
Legs wrapped
Tongue dives deep
Clothing hinders
Abrupt parting
“Bed or couch?”
“What’s close?”
Two questions
One mission
Clothes fall to the floor
Leaving a crumble path
The faster the movement
The higher the need
Legs lifted to shoulders
Pulsing lips ready to swallow
In
Stretch
Arched back
Rhythmic dance
To a bass drum
Tempo unbelievable
Ampt up orchestra
Ready for the classic
Clash of completion.
Then everything stops
Float in the in-between for a
Nanosecond and back
To reality.
Euphoric.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Let me know if you want this read, Fire starters. Let me hear you. Fia xoxo)

Bed Time (18+ poem)

Come in, come in

Don’t be shy

Said the spider to the fly

 

One step, two step

In you came

Now its time to play this game

 

Close that door

Would you my dear

Audible swallow came to ear

 

Are you afraid of what’s to come

It will be enjoyable

So much fun

 

Closer he came

The wetter I got

My hunger is insatiable

He’ll do in spot

 

Take off your cloths

Let me see what you have

Trembling hands

Oh this is bad

 

Am I the first,

Door you walked through?

With a nod

“I’ll make it good for you”

 

I was sweet

I was honey

I was everything

To get to the yummy

 

Cloths dropped

One by one

He was up

Oh my, Yumm

 

As quick as I could

As quick as I could get

He was in hand

He was in my grip

 

Drip drip drip

Little  tiny flower

Took a lick

Time to devour

 

Slip slip slip

Suck suck suck

From root to tip

He began to buck

 

Oh no not now

This is too soon

Pushed him on the bed

In this darkened room

 

Open your mouth

Suck me inside

69 is what’s on the menu tonight

 

Oh he did it so well

My head did repeat

A motion a spell

A trembling so sweet

 

I rode him hard

I rode him long

I gushed on his face

Then he sang a song

 

I swallowed it down

Quick as a wiz

Oh how creamy he was

Oh how sweet the jizz

 

Time was over

Said the spider to the fly

“When can I come back over?”

I’ll fit you in

Mid July.

( Going to try to do Fia at night on You tube. What do you think?)

Morning (Poem)

A whisper
A secret invitation
Fingertips gliding on goosed flesh.
Leg slides over another
A Natural well spring awaits.
A tender kiss placed on a spinous process.
Slight tremors of expectation
A timid testing on smooth entrance
An effortless breech dive in a clear lake
Wrapped in an internal embrace
Being guided to a peak that seems out of reach.
Hands grip and tilts hips backward
With drawing just to granulate in
Hitting a target that can only be reach in this angle.
Over and over
wanting more
Giving more
And taking so much more
Deep shudder felt by a tested Batton
Close, so close
“Cum for me”
Crash and crumbled on well slept sheets.
To be rewarded with a warm burst of completion.