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I tempt desire
With eyes shut tight against midnight
And the icey cold of reality
Against the cold of my bed
And I bring her to my side
Her bare skin warm and inviting
Her fragrance my cradle
Her breathe my lullaby
I am rocked
My minds eye
Traces zoftig mounds of ghostly flesh
Travel the bump and slope of rib cage
I explore the gentle dip of soft skin cradled beneath pelvis
And meander up and over slight round of sweet Tummy until I find the declivity
That takes me home
I can almost hear her familiar sounds of waking as she stirs
Her breath already rhythmic with arousal
She whispers my name beneath heavy breath as my fingers graze the velvet down
That curls into the cleft of her labia
Her knees fall wide...she takes my head with both.hands
Her moan uninhibited, she cannot help but push into my suck
I am lost in the scent and taste of pure woman...
I am set to lick like finding mana...
Nourished
There would be nothing and no one else
But the loud strike of grandfather clock shatters my vision into sharp pieces
I reach out in desperation
And am heartbroken
As my comfortless state floods my countanence
I am struck like a fist to belly
The pain is swift coming and flung with fury
My home, my baby...
a cruel mirage
My hands grasp only cold sheets
I suffer the blow of her flight once again
Sending the beauty of my soul to some godforsaken frozen place
A purgatory of desire
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Published 9th February 2017
calamitygin
Even though it's my inferior function, I am confident that I am very skilled at romantic and sexual Se.
I know my way around a man's body, and have been told so
Even though it's my inferior function, I am confident that I am very skilled at romantic and sexual Se.
I know my way around a man's body, and have been told so
The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night alone, I marry the bed.
I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute’s speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
She took you the way a woman takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today’s paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
-Anne Sexton, Ballad Of the Lonely Masturbator
Anne Sexton representing, with a Valentines to the self that's practically guaranteed to also scare off even half the sx doms, yo.
She wears sexy underwear
And speaks dirty to me
I handle her roughly
Like a rag doll
I bend her to my will
I grope at her breasts
Toy with her nipples
My fingers first probe
Then penetrate her hot wetness
And revel in her response
Then she begs me to enter
And as I do I feel her shudder
Such burning passion
Consumes us both
As we are lost in the baseness of the act
Filthy words spill from her lips
As we exorcized our lust
Then sweet ecstasy
In the moment
Of our passions culmination
Brutal and Unabashed
Sexy lingerie and dirty pillow talk set the scene for a session of teasing foreplay which culminated in animalistic love making.
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