Dark horizon Hide the bright acquisition of a sunny sky, As the calm of a quiet storm slowly come our way Sexual sarcasm, Leads to morning sexual playfulness Spent voice suddenly plea, Don't let me go, Make me come, As mock sexual play turns to urgent need Dark shadows hide the silky curves of her soft flesh skeleton, While the crack of dawn, hide behind the darkness of the coming storm, Wind howl seems far away in the distance, As her streaming cries drown out the approaching quiet storm war

It Only Is your tongue On my bare skin Make me scream your whole name out loud Every pass of heat punctuates pleasure The cooling trail Makes me Moan (C) NP

A presence state of mind eluded her, As she was awakened by the tip of a tongue that softly swirled on an erect nipple A sleepy gasp float past her lips as his tongue turned and gingerly eased across the pillow softness of her breast flesh, All while the insistence of two fingertips fingered the soft pliable flesh of her pink domain Her body writhe in pleasure sensations, As his tongue tip eased down the slope of her smooth belly flesh, Licked the encounter of enflamed lips of her sex,  Until t

A song poem is a song written from a song: Using a phrase, word, or a line from that song, It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song Push Play Please Quiet snore awaken me, Resting head lies in the middle of my chest, The warmth and softness of a small hand rested on my inner thigh, A loving stare, followed the curvature of her body from head to toe, Eyes watch her head float on my chest flesh, as it followed the expansion of my chest as my lungs took shallow breaths of a

A song poem is a poem written from a song: Using a phrase, word, or line from that song, It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song Push Play Please Hips slowly gyrate then gently bump, each loving stroke produce a grunt, a groan, or a moan, silent "I love you" follows deep breaths taken after long deep thrust of hips,  Eyes watch dark engorged flesh slip between contrasting flesh, they fixate on the shine on the smooth dark flesh that came from the wetness generated be

Body straddled, Soft, on top of firm, Tall, hard, pulsating cock waver in my hand, Entice by his thickness, my mouth drools from wanting, waiting, for first taste, As my head leaned down close enough to smell his masculine musk, The feel of firm hands is felt on the side of my breast, "No", whispers into the air... He quickly manipulates my body into another position, His body wiggles and twist until our bodies were chest to breast Strong arms sweep around me in a tight embrace, The hardness bet

A song poem is a poem written in a preferred form of poetry, from a chosen song. It must use a phrase, sentence or directive word from that song. It also has to be written in the melody, rhythm and dictated spirit of that song... Please push play Moments before the light switch was turned to off, A soft whisper entered my ear, Shh, be quiet, Let's not wake the kids this time, A quiet girly giggle we followed by a soft answer of, The kids are at my mothers tonight silly, A light manly laugh cam

Its stature was tall, Its width was broad and thick, Its skin was cut clean, Its head glistered with clear seed sweat, While It danced in his hand in the beat of his heart rhythm Enticement, Delightfulness, Raced through my mind, As my eyes feast on the indications, Of its sexual projections  Hips sexually swayed as my body eased across the room, My mouth became moist with anticipation of its taste between my lips, My womb ached with cock withdrawal,  My taboo puckered with fantasies of its de

Pancakes, Waffles, Bacon, Sausage, Eggs,  Orange juice, And tea Was silently devoured within the presence of the rising morning sun, while sleepy eyes and minds barely functioned Sun rose higher in the sky, Clean up was at hand,  Eyes glance around for her presence to help clean up the kitchen,  But there was none Kitchen table cleaned, Dishes washed, Floor swept,  While not even a wisp of a sound from her was heard Quiet stroll into the bedroom found her lying on her stomach, stretch across

A Song Poem is a poem that is written from a song,  using a phrase or sentence from that song.  It must also be written in the melody, rhythm or spririt of that song:  Part 1 of "Am I Dreaming" is on Intrigue Blog.... http://intrigue-1manview.blogspot.com/ Push Play Please Sounds of the night awaken my mind, Hoot owl cries out in the dark, His deep hoots fell into the shear darkness unanswered, His baritone voice blends with the sounds of lonely crickets crying in the background, As my body

With hunger in her eyes, she looks at it with intensity,  She looks at its length, its girth, and the smooth texture of its outer layer,  She wanted it; she wanted to taste its flavor,  She wanted to lick its sides,  She wanted to feel it melt inside her wet, hot, mouth,  First a quick lick, then another one to warm it,  With a firm grip on its shaft, she slowly slid it inside her hungry mouth,  Once the tip eased passed her lips, she lightly sucked on it, tasting its pleasurable taste, touching

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La suerte nunca ha estado conmigo, el asesinato que presencié es la prueba de ello. Me encontré en el momento equivocado a la hora equivocada y ¿qué iba a hacer? Exacto, acudir a la policía. El caso es que soy un testigo primordial para encontrar al asesino, y el problema es que debo entrar a una especie de protección de testigos. Lo malo de todo esto es que soy huérfana, robo para sobrevivir y no me fío de nadie, ni siquiera del inspector de policía con el que me veo obligada a vivir, que, más que un agente de la ley, parece un modelo sacado de una revista. Tiene un carácter horrible, pero no me importa porque no tengo tiempo para pensar en eso porque, como todos, tengo mis secretos y esos secretos son cuatro niños que, como yo, no tienen a dónde ir. Mi deber es protegerlos y darles una buena vida, asegurarme de que están bien, pero el inspector cada vez me lo pone más difícil. Es imposible que me centre en mi deber con semejante dios de la sensualidad vigilándome. Como ya he dicho, la suerte nunca ha estado conmigo, menos ahora que el inspector que me custodia hace que me quede embobada mirándole y olvidando así mis responsabilidades. Tengo que centrarme y buscar una salida, necesito proteger a los niños, pero él no me lo pone fácil. ¡Ayuda!

Él tenía un universo en sus ojos y ella quería explorarlo.