Poetry Sluts United

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[wordrummager]

The trick isn’t finding the right words, it’s letting go all the ones that don’t matter when everything seems equally dense.

[midnightxmasquerade]

Limousine

It’ll be just you and me baby– fucking to the sound of eulogies; painted in songs; our hearts pounding between gasps as we set the world on fire

Your tongue is the match that’ll ignite me into inferno bliss; one lick between my thighs and I’ll unravel on a pyre of passion

Just like you want

Pretty boy with onyx eyes; ribbons of sapphire and a gaze that demands submission

I know your soul beneath those lenses– it ravages mine to ruins

And I’d never be more beautiful; so complete; destroyed by you

I want to lick my blood from your lips; seal my fate with every fervent thrust

I’m everything you ever wanted

[lovaboxa-deactivated20160517]

February 7, you weaken knees, my love

Startled by your stealth it takes everything not to buckle under the weight of your attack as your fingers graze my shoulders my collarbones… tracing the dips reserved for your lips alone you weaken knees, my love   with the heat of your breath as you trail your tongue up and down my neck how can I deny what I feel when the determined slide of your hand   anchors firmly between my thighs as you speak with conviction I’m claiming what’s rightfully mine everything everything is more intense when done from behind the throb of your cock the depth of your thrust the tug of my hair when you can’t get enough  the sounds oh, how the fucking sounds  can arouse flesh against flesh pound after pound Bend me  will me call me your slut but when we are done tell me I’m loved

[whenalionroars-deactivated20140]

Your lips, Your weapon of my destruction, These symmetrical assets of affection. Your lips, These so tender, These so cruel. Your lips, How I crave them, And paint them with my desire. Your lips, So red, so lush, So full, so magnetic. Your lips, These that utter such warmth, And such filth. Your lips, Pressed upon mine, Impressed into memory. Your lips, Unforgettable, Unforgivable.

[rosa-librate]

AMBIVALENT TOO

I tell you Time after time I love you Deeply

But I hardly kiss you

I tell you What a handsome Man You are

But I flirt with others

I say I’ll Do anything Well almost anything For you

But all I do is work

I whisper I want you to Make love To me

But I mean fuck me

I really want To see you In balance And truly happy

So… I’ll fucking love you as you are

• ≏ • Rosas wandering thoughts {2016~73}

[rosa-librate]

AMBIVALENCE

You tell me Time after time You love me Deeply

But you hardly touch me

You tell me What a beautiful Woman I am

But you look at others

You say you’ll Do anything Anything For me

But all you do is work

You whisper I wanna Make love To you

But you mean fuck

You only want To see me Shine And be truly happy

So… fucking love me the way I am

• ≏ • Rosas wandering thoughts {2016~72}

[theambiguouschrysalis]

sketches of Spain: a hundred flowers bloomed to the sound of trumpets. petals stretched to their zenith with incense smoke in the room. the eye contact. we give thanks for each other with caresses, finding the lighter, laughter. we show longing with song links in iMessage, the heavens captured in JPEG. we pay tribute with legs twisted. you find your place inside me, watch as I struggle to keep my eyes open during moans.

this morning we found rays of sunlight on each other’s skin (via theambiguouschrysalis)

[genleecosworth]

[loves-fool-deactivated20260311]

*Leaving me breathless with a mere kiss, aching for your hands and lips to explore the shores of my desire*

© Jeanot♡

[coffeesandgalaxies]

Not to stroke your ego Or make you feel objectified But shit dude Your body had me so distracted I nearly swallowed my tongue when I looked over and your abs were contracting with laughter Or when I got to rub aloe on your back and feel your muscles tense with the cold I wanted to lick the v leading down your hips And hold you down while I sucked marks onto your skin where no one but you and I could ever find Fuck I want you so bad it’s making me crazy And you just wear your towel around like it’s nothing

[saint-meredith-deactivated20161]

ante meridiem

It seems I can only watch as the sunlight trails golden kisses across his early morning skin. There is dew on the flowers outside and the flower between my thighs. An icy crackle of breath is the only thing disturbing the still in the air. He smiles lazily and reaches for me, his hands wrapped in the warmth of bed sheets. I want so badly to be touched on the inside. I want to feel his fingers trace tiny circles along the flesh of my heart. He’s always pulling on the strings.

Before long, he’s pressing deep into me and reading my gooseflesh like Braille. And it’s the slow, deliberate thrusts that wake the sleep from my body. He kisses my neck and breathes me in. His fingers leave prints against the taut skin of my ribs as he weaves his name along the pressure points. He slips passion along the back of my teeth. He opens more than my eyes.

It’s too cold to go anywhere, so instead I come.

[justalittlesecret]

Own me

So horny. I need a good fuck

[justalittlesecret]

I hope you make peace with your pain

Issues (via justalittlesecret)

[rdelajour-deactivated20180807]

Waiting For Them...

My hands are cuffed together with the purple lace tied around my wrists. I wait patiently for them to ravage me, which ever way they please. My eyes covered by the thick velvet fabric , I shiver in anticipation of their dominant yet gentle and reassuring touch. My cunt tightens in pure lust at the thought of multiple men fucking me and using me as their shared fuck toy, pulling out a little to come inside of me, near my entrance, so that once they are all done, I can push out their warm, delicious seed…

[thepoeticsir-deactivated2024071]

Be a comfort to me Or don’t be anything to me

Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2016 (via thepoeticsir)

[midnightxmasquerade]

I want my body adorned with teeth marks and bruises–

A testimony of passion fulfilled through art

Let me be a sculpture of your design

A masterpiece in ruins at your feet

[rosa-librate]

LISTENING

I love to listen To you Really listen To you

All your stories Your adventures Your opinions All you want to

Share with me While you hold My hand I smile and

Listen Watching your lips The unspoken words That can be read

In your eyes I feel this intense Joy While I let myself

Flow on The sound of your Hypnotizing voice

• ≏ • Rosas wandering thoughts {2016~71}

[phoenixheartsongrising]

He is an unassuming man. A quiet, steady, depth of a man. With a soul like clean laundry Warm and crisp and pure. With kisses that taste of innocence lost And hands worn in from working for his dreams. He is a stalwart man Full of integrity and strength of character. He is a bubbling brook of laughter A font of sweetness and quick wits. He’s the honest kind of man With black and white clearly defined Yet comfortable with my shades of gray. He is quiet moments of happiness That never fail to be beautiful. He is passion, both accelerant and flame. He is a practical man A sensible, thoughtful, introspective man. Simply put, he is the best kind of man. And somehow he is mine.

© Courtney Turley 2016