Tag: sex talk

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.

 

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.

I’m Not a Submissive (Poem)

How can I submit to you?

When I do not know how.

I want to grab you by the throat.

Have you kneeled and bow.

I want to glide my nails across your skin.

I want to hold your cock in my hand.

The very same cock you want to put in.

I want to squeeze,

Till your eyes flutter.

Hard for you to breath and

You begin to shutter.

I want to stick my finger in your mouth.

Watch you suck,

Until I pull out.

When you come. 

It is when I say.

That is why I cannot be submissive.

Not even for today.

Welcome to my Kinkdom (Poem) 18+

Close the door

Don’t say a word

Too much clothes

That’s absurd

Take it off

Slow so I can watch

Then get on your hands and knees

Crawl over there, never walk

Do I want to spank

Not sure I’m feeling it

I do want a gag

So your spit can soak it

I don’t worship enough like I should

St Andrews cross is looking pretty good

Tie you in an X

Then decide what is next

I want you raw and trembling with need

Wetting the floor with your seed

Whap!

Oh that was my hand

On that plump ass

It was begging for it you understand?

Will tonight be the night I claim you for the world to see

Not yet, my pet

But I love it when you plead.

Now stand

Let me see what’s instore

Inpressive yes

But I want more

Your body is mine

There is no doute

What I want is in your mouth

Once you are bound

I’ll turn you upside down

And with a flick

I’ll raise your head just a bit

To the cross you see

I straddle your face

Enjoy the delicacy that is me

When I cum

And dripping down your face

What do I want you to say

“I will eat you every day”

Mistress!

For Your Pleasure (POEM)

Do you see me?

Do you see I did my hair?

The way you like it,

Cascading down to there.

Do you see my face?

I did my lips,

So, you can trace it with your fingertips.

My eyes are done as well.

Lined as dark.

As an ink well,

Do you see my dress?

It’s barely there.

Slit so high.

And cleavage almost bare.

Do you see my feet?

My toes to be exact.

I know how you like to hold them.

When I’m on my back.

Ahh, you do see me.

And I am pleased.

You put down your paper.

And get on your knees.

Should I be quiet?

And not tell a soul.

What you did,

And losing control.

You looked up.

With a contented face.

I’m for your pleasure.

Not a drop should you waste.

The night was early.

And we just began.

Next, I’ll be against the wall.

If I can’t stand.

(Copy the link and I’ll read it to you Fia xoxo)

I want to F–K You (POEM) R rated

I don’t want it sweet.

like those songs that we hear.

I don’t want it sloppy.

That is not why I am here.

I want to fuck you.

Hard and fast.

I want you so deep.

till I can’t last.

I’m already wet.

No time to delay.

Take it out,

or I’ll find someone else to play.

I want to F-U-C-K you.

Till my name is branded in your soul

Till all mother’s weep.

Till all father’s lose control.

We waited too long.

Took too much time.

You said you would do it.

You wanted to be mine.

Are you going to give me what I want?

You will have a good time.

This I promise.

You don’t have much time.

(Answer Yes/No. Fia would like to know)

 

 

 

Liquid Words (Poem)

Can you taste a word?

Is it sweet?

Like a ripe mango falling from a tree?

Does it fill the recesses of your mouth?

Leaving you with sensory memory.

Is it tangy?

Tickling and prickling down your throat,

Leaving a trail behind.

Is it Salty?

Making you crave,

the liquid of life.

In the driest of deserts.

Is it spicy?

Taking you on an exploration,

Of places, people, and things you can only dream of.

For me it is hot.

Scotching and blazing trails.

Leading and guiding me to places,

of unexplored tales.

Tempting and teasing traces,

Of unexpected wails.

Being caressed and coaxed

To an unhinged, uninhibited, wonton demise.

I taste every word.

From the tip,

Gliding across the center

And swelling at the root.

Can you taste your words?

(Hello all of you. I just want to make an announcement. I will be publishing a book of poems called Liquid Word later this month. It will have never before seen poems that are adult in nature. It will have the same cover that you see above. I would love for your support. Until then. Fia xoxo

 

A kiss from an Innocent

I don’t know.

What don’t you know?

I want to tell you.

Then tell me.

No, I guess it’s not right.

Then show.

Really?

Yes.

Is it so simple?

Nothing is simple.

But you said—

I gave you an opening.

You gave me-

An opening.

Close your eyes.

No.

I can’t if you watch.

Then you shouldn’t.

I want too.

Do it, don’t think, go by instinct. I will not run.

Blood rushing through restricted veins

Moving into touch, to taste.

The barest of pressure.

Entrance granted.

Sweet and decadent.

You stopped.

Will you allow me to go further?

Didn’t you want to go deeper?

Yes.

I’ll open for you once more. Take what I give you freely.

Really?

Yes, Really?