Writings

Your Mark

Your Mark Conventions are the ties that bind, from new sensations keep me blind. Withhold from me no more the pleasure, of this pain I've grown to treasure. Exquisite pain...I seek release, send tremors through my body. Then leave your mark for all to see, that I might be set free. Your nails run deep across my skin, they leave behind their sensual trail. To be followed by your hungry bites, lasting long into the night. So when this night of passions over, and the heat of lust subsides, I'll trace those marks and reminisce, reminded of pains pleasure. © Kevin Dustin

Darkest Delights

Darkest Delights Heavy breathing a rhythmic hymn Engulfs the souls consumed within The tense anticipation profound As primal yearnings fiercely abound Darkest desires now brought to light In shadows' realm where day takes flight Where vulnerability fiercely met Unveils the depths of passion's sweat Breath on neck, it stirs the soul Confessions bold, passions untold Embrace the poetry love recites And set free, all our darkest delights The depths of this savage passion so real This bond of pleasure we will feel The dominance and submission that follows In this pleasure it brightens and mellows © Seductive Poetry

Perfect Desire

Perfect Desire In a world of intimate connection, Where passions ignite and souls find affection, Let me paint a poem of sensual delight, Where pleasure unfolds in the darkest of night. Like a gentle dance in a moonlit embrace, Whispered sighs and lingering traces, A symphony of sensations, tender and raw, Two bodies entwined, breaking every law. The softest touch, a feather light, Igniting a flame that burns so bright, From lips that hunger, seeking fervent pleasure, To a touch that sets the body on fire, beyond all measure. In these whispers shared between two souls, Secret desires unfurl, no inhibitions hold, Oh, the erotic dance of skin on skin, Locked in a passionate, exquisite spin. Exploring uncharted territory, bodies collide, A symphony of moans, no need to hide, Lost in a rapture that knows no bounds, As pleasure echoes in every gasp and sound. The rhythm quickens, pulses race, A crescendo building in a secret place, Where ecstasy flourishes like flowers in bloom, And the world narrows to just the two in the room. But let us not forget, my dear friend, Sexual sensation is a journey, without end, It's about connection, trust, and exploration, A celebration of love, in all its elation. So, may your encounters be filled with tender bliss, Where pleasure is shared and nothing amiss, May your senses awaken, your desires set free, In the realm of sexual sensations, let love be the key. © Eli Ferdinand

A Forbidden Thrill

A Forbidden Thrill Dark deep passion of ecstasy and desire Lust so strong between hearts on fire Euphoria in a dance of dominance and submission As pleasure reaches its completion The passion in the depths of hearts and souls A burning hunger of left untold Ecstasy and pleasure blended as one As our night of passion is just begun Lust deep within emotions, a forbidden thrill The intensity of this love so strong and still Driven by moments of extreme desire As we reach deep into the fire Heavy breathing, a rhythmic hymn, Engulfs the souls, consumed within. © Seductive Poetry

Love’s Sweet Perfume

As I set your soul afire with heartfelt feelings of desire I feel your warmth against my skin Imprisoned passion deep within seeking release from the start to the loud and rhythmic pounding of your impassioned heart. Hands softly trace a trail cross your velvety skin drawing out cries of pleasure, Satisfaction begins. In haste lust starved mouths rush blindly in to meet. Together clashing tongues in fevered pitch of passion greet. Introductions quickly made in haste while our bodies quiver and quake In anticipation of the pleasure our reservations we forsake that we may fully realize fulfillment in the pleasure. of mutual satisfaction. Proclamations of our love given one to another and mingled with the essence of lovers sweet perfume which continue to arouse us and permeate the room © Kevin Dustin