Desires Poems
envy
by gabriella BlakeWhat will it take for me to have what you have. How did you get so lucky. I want what you have. I’d kill for that. For someone that loves me. For someone who holds me. For someone who knows me. Every inch. For someone to laugh with and someone to call mine. For something safe and for something real.
Continue readingKaleidoscope of Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
Early morning, meandering through my fantasies, I reached the land of dancing daffodils
As the mist of desires spun into the early tangerine sun, emerged a newly brilliant horizon
My presence watched her kaleidoscope, a symmetry of attires, each redesigned passionately to jolt my masculinity
Embraided by the gradient hues of coral pink, fiery red and oceanic blue, she seems a sym-phonic yet cacophonic orgy of desires
Bareback blue caressing her exposed shoulders devoid of the itchy straps waking up the eagles of desires
Deep pink, gently hiding behind her luscious smile, giving a glimpse of her apple bottom,
seemed like a tempting invitation to pin her against the mirror
Wild temptations, accidental rips, deliberate rips, swollen lips, gentle bites leading the
way to the softness of the waterbed
I had an overdose of creamy latte, while I felt her playing the flute, like a maestro, with every note resonating with the taste of her roasted desires
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Her Cruel Master
by Jayesh Goyal
I've been observing her for days, perhaps even weeks, time consumed my vision
Her poisonous scent fills me with an undeniable hunger - a hunger for her, her fantasies, and the molten femininity that flows throughout her
Her beauty mesmerizes me to a point of implacable lust - a voracious feeling that is only released by thoughts of me kissing your feminine flames
She could feel me enveloped in her beauty; fantasizing me to become one thing - a predator of her wild desires - unable to resist your desires, I am compelled by our lust.
Today afternoon, sitting next to me, she felt satiated – I asked her - What's on your mind? She smiled with such sin; I wouldn't know where to begin – she whispered
Call me names and make me feel like a demimonde, grab me tight with your hands
The way I want it you may not understand - I demand you not be gentle with my femininity
Take what you want, but please be rough for God’s sake. I like having my hair pulled out by the roots - I like to be tortured, to be gagged blue
I like teeth to be used ruthlessly here and hither - control me, bite me hard, brutalize me, I know you want to ….
Suffocate me, lash me, burn me, make love to me - just take your time - it's so divine
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True face
by Parul V
Sounds of laughter and happiness on face
That's the proof that all is good
Tons of friends, we follow social trends
Fulfilled all desires, touchwood
When wardrobe is full, and repeat no clothes
Tons of shoes and accessories overflows
Cant count all the bags and wallets you have got
Oh how happy it sounds, am sure that all shows
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The Tequila of Wild Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I observed her fluttering eyelashes adorning the voluptuous yet innocent moonlit femininity
I paused for a moment to take in all her beauty, her sweet curves that aroused and attracted - reveling in her mounds of pleasure and sensual femininity
Her room was white with pink and red roses on the walls - I slowly pinned her against the wall and kissed her neck – that tasted like tequila sunrise
I licked a trail down from her neck to her navel, licking every waft of her feminine fragrance from her libidinous oxters - with every inch I could feel her tremble.
She started to buck wildly as I did figure of sixty-nine with my tongue - licking and suckling her tender ears
Hungry lips secure their place on hers as hands, lightly cupped her nervous breasts, a sigh escape - was it hers or mine?
For minutes I continued to tease and seduce her, until she looked deep into my eyes and started to beg
Without expectation, she went down on her knees in prayerful position worshiping – playing the flute like a maestro as I played with the silken hair of the goddess
Devouring my Irish cream - breathless - she arched towards the palm of my hand and fingertips push between the softest of her silk
She is boiling her pot of groans and lies down to spread her thighs - then my tongue tormented her special button - when she easily striped away any inhibitions
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The Tequila of Wild Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I observed her fluttering eyelashes adorning the voluptuous yet innocent moonlit femininity
I paused for a moment to take in all her beauty, her sweet curves that aroused and attracted - reveling in her mounds of pleasure and sensual femininity
Her room was white with pink and red roses on the walls - I slowly pinned her against the wall and kissed her neck – that tasted like tequila sunrise
I licked a trail down from her neck to her navel, licking every waft of her feminine fragrance from her libidinous oxters - with every inch I could feel her tremble.
She started to buck wildly as I did figure of sixty-nine with my tongue - licking and suckling her tender ears
Hungry lips secure their place on hers as hands, lightly cupped her nervous breasts, a sigh escape - was it hers or mine?
For minutes I continued to tease and seduce her, until she looked deep into my eyes and started to beg
Without expectation, she went down on her knees in prayerful position worshiping – playing the flute like a maestro as I played with the silken hair of the goddess
Devouring my Irish cream - breathless - she arched towards the palm of my hand and fingertips push between the softest of her silk
She is boiling her pot of groans and lies down to spread her thighs - then my tongue tormented her special button - when she easily striped away any inhibitions
......
True face
by Parul V
Sounds of laughter and happiness on face
That's the proof that all is good
Tons of friends, we follow social trends
Fulfilled all desires, touchwood
When wardrobe is full, and repeat no clothes
Tons of shoes and accessories overflows
Cant count all the bags and wallets you have got
Oh how happy it sounds, am sure that all shows
......
Her Cruel Master
by Jayesh Goyal
I've been observing her for days, perhaps even weeks, time consumed my vision
Her poisonous scent fills me with an undeniable hunger - a hunger for her, her fantasies, and the molten femininity that flows throughout her
Her beauty mesmerizes me to a point of implacable lust - a voracious feeling that is only released by thoughts of me kissing your feminine flames
She could feel me enveloped in her beauty; fantasizing me to become one thing - a predator of her wild desires - unable to resist your desires, I am compelled by our lust.
Today afternoon, sitting next to me, she felt satiated – I asked her - What's on your mind? She smiled with such sin; I wouldn't know where to begin – she whispered
Call me names and make me feel like a demimonde, grab me tight with your hands
The way I want it you may not understand - I demand you not be gentle with my femininity
Take what you want, but please be rough for God’s sake. I like having my hair pulled out by the roots - I like to be tortured, to be gagged blue
I like teeth to be used ruthlessly here and hither - control me, bite me hard, brutalize me, I know you want to ….
Suffocate me, lash me, burn me, make love to me - just take your time - it's so divine
......
Her Citrus Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I still feel your eyes, looking in to mine - one summer afternoon.
The dry hot air, gradually turning hotter, as you look with surprise,
and then with love... one summer afternoon.
I don't know, if it is a question or an answer ... the expression floating in your eyes, right now.
I am struck in the moment, my fingers clutched in your palms, as your back rests against the wall
Let me shape your body along your curves; seep yourself into my entire being
I want your intimacy to dawdle along the edges of my lips hours after you've gone
I ache to be consumed by your eyes, intense with emotions, long after the dusk
Take me to your intimate chambers where hearts race; the rhythm of our shapes melded on satin sheets
Leisurely feel your way; a slow descend along the avenue of my pulsing swell; forgive me of my quavering immoral needs
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envy
by gabriella BlakeWhat will it take for me to have what you have. How did you get so lucky. I want what you have. I’d kill for that. For someone that loves me. For someone who holds me. For someone who knows me. Every inch. For someone to laugh with and someone to call mine. For something safe and for something real.
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