Category: Poetry

The stiff neck that she gazed upon,
was throbbing with an ache under the skin.
A body strong and tall,
worn to a point of exhaustion no one knew.

Steady strides hide the pain,
brisk wide strokes to reduce the drag.
A little heart with strong beats,
overworked beyond its wits.

Seamless flow in his work,
graceful as fast as he needs.
Hot water flows across and down,
the surprisingly soft and smooth skin.

Small and shallow cuts all over,
appearing like a ghost knife splice.
Salt and lime,
finds and refresh the undying pain,

As time ticked and tocked,
bits and pieces of him drip away.
The disconnection of the world and him,
widens between an invisible glass.

‘Excuse me’,
the two words that jolts him midsleep.
No one will ever see a smile,
on a man interrupted in his trance.

A passion or two that will ignite,
and reignite.
Among friends who believed,
and those in the dark.

​Gradual onset, first of warmth. 

Indulge of calm, smitten slurs. 

Growth in length, expansion of area. 

Jolts be felt, from the down. 

Flashes, pulses, urges the exhale. 
Breaths drawn, in loud silence. 

Gentle buzzing, within front of mind.

Wild beats of heart, rising unknown waist.

Yearning more, of that fear.

Wanting all, but not beyond.
Perfect beat, impeccable deep.

Of right and good, eager pleasure.

Doom inbound, end begins.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Erupts the warm, slight cream.
Giant flinch, giant twitch.

Void of purpose, for time being.

Careful grip, help smooth.

Slumber soon, eyes weary.

Self gone, but not done.
Sudden hot, in between parted.

Rise up to, fall wide apart.

Of wet and wild, dirty tones.

Counting, counting of last.

Five, three, two, one.

The little finger dance, across your burly chest.
Not exactly firm, with a bit of fats.
She walks them down your ribs, right over your heart.

The little trimmed nails cut, leaving marks on your skin.
Not exactly deep, but enough for you to want more of it.
Going down the bouncy tum, hopping over the belly port.

The little prints slide, disturbing your furry pubes.
Not exactly a tickle, it restyled your hairs.
Slithering like many snakes, constricting your lengthy stick.

The little squeezing grips, shifting blood into it.
Not exactly tight, just right for your thoughts.
Shifting up and down, drawing breaths away.

The little speed increase, drives you craving deep.
Not exactly exhilarate, but depraves you of air.
Slurping hungrily, she watches you in grin.

The little rub on the tip, nudges you over the edge.
Not exactly hard, and it releases your pent-up-urge.
Generously coating her hand, a smile satisfy her goals.

The little jerk for the last, drains you of them all.
Not exactly awake, she kept you alive.
The graceful mouth approaches, taking all the cum away.

The little pat on the little him, showed you her love for him.
Not exactly lust, a goodnight kiss ensued.
She cuddles into your arms, for her rewarding crush.

A clench of her fist, sent nails into the flesh.
Underneath the glowing red, wrapped in the palest beige.
Pain, she guessed right, a fetish brought by plight.

A shiver of my hips, sent a smile across her face.
Guided by lust and play, she nailed the tip, with her thumb in place.
Quickly, my fingers pinched, onto the swollen inch.

An exchange of delight, challenged to a fight.
Her arm laid across my chest, my moving hand between her legs.
We knew to not give up, as voices rose in pitch.

The torture on my dick, traded for soreness on her clit.
Redefining sexual fun, sent us twitching in the setting sun.
A struggle that never ends, in the hands of two insanes.

Are you fucking cumming yet?
We asked in turns, continuing the sickly fun.
A timer ticked in us, for a blast, from each casts.

A gentle wave of shakes, lining the way to her hips.
My back bent and arched, to unleash the threads of white.
We came at no better time, into palms that held on tight.

Minutes past like seconds, leaving two panting fast.
Dirtied hands moved on, as if Durex lube lubed us.
For another orgasm, multiplied by the weakening two.

The darkest love for sore and despair, transformed pain to gain.
Never did we know, the other’s tolerance,
for such a dirty game.

She whom not knew, worked right beside.
The unknown forces of words, were the only knowledge she had.
A curiosity bounded by the circumstances of ‘chance’.

And by ‘chance’, she saw the familiar layout.
One that is unmistakable, with four images on the side.
Causing her to ask, who I really am.

The mind of an author, publishing only in bytes.
Killing the cat, or rather, the pussy, unintentionally.
Our conversation, filled with excite, showed her one too many.

She now knew, who worked right beside.
The known forces of words, will just be enough to guide.
An interest summoned by a chance stumbled upon.

Two moons dawned below her waist, soon to be touched by experience.
The pillar of lust before her, was embraced in outmost care and gentle.
Starry nights, above our heads, cold winds to calm our wrongful thrusts.

A split of two, sent warmth to her core.
The bite of a forbidden fruit, sets us across.
Nails into flesh, sticky bods connect.

A hard thud on the wood, brought her voice out loud.
Arms resting flat, only her legs apart.
Embraced by graceful pleasure, awaited the burst of joy.

Fiery moans, unextinguishable by perspiration.
Growing hotter, going faster.
Beyond their control, a flash of light appeared.

Flicker, flick, the blinding lights stayed.
His skin so hot, melting onto hers.
The glow of kamehame, filled the unknown void, until now.

A perfect fit, for her stretchy container.
To hold his love, that he left trails of.
The breaths they took, kept a beautiful part in each.

An undying kiss, lingered on their lips.
They might part, but not their minds.
For the love, stays in and around.