Sweet talk,
Candy lips,
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Open up,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
Talking oh-so-sweetly,
......
Her eyes were always tempting, speaking drunken lusts swooning intoxication - scented skin, her poison ivy patchouli
As I grab her hair and kiss her lips, putting my tongue into use
As I travelled from neck, down to her pierced belly button - onto her toes
Calloused fingertips trace the silhouettes of smooth, contrasting thighs
They navigate her rounded hips with unexplainable fascination
Start licking my way back up her thigh, reaching the treasure that waits to be ravished
She moans in the breeze; she begins to get wild
As my tongue darts in and out - moans and screams of ecstasy resonate with my infatuations - sparkling wine suckles, savor tongue glides
I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word
She holds my head tight, telling not to stop as I slurp her femininity excitedly
......
tremulous land
beseeched me to quiver
to bide, to tarry
somewhere inside
somewhere upriver
blessed and extraordinary
obscurity everlasting
obstructive, obtrusive, occlusive
unfuckable
......
gfd
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and the few survivors who couldn’t
fight
were lined up
along with the civilians
and shot
or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers
And dogs were trained to
tear them to shreds
and the ground became black with
their soaked blood
......
Sweet talk,
Candy lips,
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Open up,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
Talking oh-so-sweetly,
......
We fucked when we came home from the bar
We stumbled in the door after a night with friends
Like any other night I maybe had one drink too many
The kisses were sloppier on my end than yours
But yours held back
......
My hipbones are a cradle, begging for his every wanton intention
My lips are a prayer, blessing every one of his ribbones
My hands are magnets, drawing him closer, locking to his skin
His breaths are my motivation, their taste in my mouth, their echo in my ears
His knuckles, tangled in my hair, make my head light and heat pool in my toes.
His fingers slip across my skin, oily trails of fire, igniting us both.
My moans skitter down his spine and his whispers dance over the shell of my ear.
His shoulders are my purchase; the hollow of my neck his sanctum.
......
I was driving down Park Avenue...
On a cold and rainy night...
Heading over to the Union League Club...
To chill and maybe get a little tight...
Sipping on my Pappy Van Winkle...
Smoking a fine Montecristo No. 2...
In walked some high society twins...
Looking for something fun to do...
......
Have you tried midlife internet dating...
Where everyone plays the game...
Photoshopped social media images...
Where everyone looks the same...
I sell the most real estate in the city...
And drive the best car money can buy...
Pour me another martini, please…
It’s time for me to get high...
......