Wild Poems
Pack
by Sally RoseForever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.
Continue readingAn Ode to HER
by Jayesh Goyal
Dressed with simplicity, laced with sensuality, and crowned with fantasies – I watched her dancing like a colorful butterfly
Her sensuality was the inferno to my desires, keeping me trapped in her everlasting spell
Her amber eyes spin like champagne in a glass, the shimmering rubies in her eyes bubble for a sparkling moment - setting me on fire
Red lips, full of hints - so close yet so far - my masculinity was adamant in its confusion
Roses, Poison Ivy, and pheromones glide through her neck, dripping in crystal like the black magic she controls
My arms went through her with spirit as I hook up her blouse - her mounds of pleasure swing – as I swallow them with wanton and attention
And ecstasy blossomed through her fragrant oxters as she raised her arms to tie her hair – invigorating the horse in me as I kissed and licked each of them, voraciously
Blindfolded, she bit hard on the cool satin pillow against the aggressive claws of my kisses, as they blaze a trail of desire down her curved spine to her core.
Soft strokes stirred her attention, her body trembling at the imaginary impact, of my flesh within her.
Silently I watch intrigued at the strength that continues building. Gasping she moaned in ecstasy, uncontrollable want burning within us.
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She, the Poetry
by Jayesh Goyal
She is whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
Even thousands of orchids can’t compare to her beauty, she is uniquely rapturous
Look at the beauty in her eyes, eyes like demons dancing in ecstasy
Her fragrance is like poison ivy, perfume of fatal attraction as she flaunts her silky oxters
Her smile makes angels weep out of jealousy, her laughter delights the intoxicated butterflies
For she's the comeliest of all flowers, no wonder butterflies of desire dance around her
A puzzled flower that moves so gracefully, the whispers of my storms sway her curves so seductively
She is like a chef-d'oeuvre of fine art, a mystical fusion of Kama and Rati
For her beauty, amazing, like molten gold, speaking to me in the language of wild raindrops
Her carefree voice is like an irresistible serenity that seem to murmur - show me the fire so we both could play
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Saturday Wild
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Diamonds in the waves
'til by and by sea kissed sky-
Many shades of blue.
Honeyed day of the roses
tangled on pathways of life.
Sweet strawberries wild,
birds screech ere cricket twilight-
Yellow Saturday.
Hoarse frogs on the lily pads
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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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Green Door
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The paneled green door
opens to a sea of blooms-
purple passion fumes
A garden door to still bliss
at the edge of wilderness.
Saturday Wild
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Diamonds in the waves
'til by and by sea kissed sky-
Many shades of blue.
Honeyed day of the roses
tangled on pathways of life.
Sweet strawberries wild,
birds screech ere cricket twilight-
Yellow Saturday.
Hoarse frogs on the lily pads
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Pack
by Sally RoseForever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.
Continue readingThe Bear (Story)
by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius
Chapter 1
“Love you desperately, all of you, my little babies!”
Now they were different. They were much bigger in size. Love was pouring out from her.
There was a lot of love for them, protection for them, food she would provide, and a lot for the little ones to learn from her. They were like little tiny balls of life staring into her eyes, making baby-like sounds as they walked around her. It was nice weather for them to come out of their den. Winter was over.
She did what she had to. She was learning herself, she was learning for her first time to be a mother. She was very strict and a little intense, for now. But her senses told her differently. As a loving mother, you had to cherish them, as they are your blood and they are your trouble and responsibility.
Winter had faded away and spring was blooming all around them. They were coming out of a deep sleep and the little balls of energy were facing the real world for the first time.
She was a brown bear. Now, after coming back from hibernation she didn’t look anything like it. She was thin and weak, but she would gain her weight with time. She had gotten pregnant last summer and while asleep, during winter, had given birth to two beautiful cubs. When they came out, they were small and hairless. She wiped them off with her tongue and put them close to her belly, she knew that they would figure out what to do. And they did.
Now it was spring, the forest was turning green; snow was melting quickly, leaving only the tips of the mountains white and the bases darker and darker every day. Rivers were floating downwards much quicker, dispensing thousands of gallons of water with tremendous speed. Even if she couldn’t find anything substantial on the ground to eat and feed her cubs, she would go to the rivers for help.
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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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