Writings

The Lord Of Seductive Words

The Lord Of Seductive Words The Lord of Seductive words His rounded mouth His sensual vowels and curvaceous verbs His love and hurt His delicious adverbs Slow and strong Moisture far beyond Lust, for he is the one Just with his little pinkie finger His full stops, definitely linger The verse made with his manly inked hands Push and pull on his every written command Orgasmic land As he gently holds your hands His inked hands spread across your blank anticipating canvas His words are in motion As if, smothered in smooth intoxicating lotion Almost as if, an exotic love potion with a twist of wonderful explicit sex For he knows, he does it best The Lord of Seductive words Spreading his erotica of sweet smelling verse Covered in his silky ink His nude lover Waiting for his next coming verse Where love is lust Sex is pleasurable hurt No words Where he whispers nothing but takes you further in Your spinning head Where there is only him The bright light goes romantically dim Are you ready for his next inked sin? Writing his words on the canvas deep within The Lord of Seductive words doing his thing On bended knees you prey As you arch your willing back His firm hands on your floating breasts The Lord answers your prayers Moans of pleasure, are only heard Toria 21/6/2024 © V.L. Puckering aka Naked Poet, UpsideDown Poet 2024

Bloodlust

In the heart of the bustling city of Vespera, renowned for its vibrant culture and intriguing mysteries, lived a woman named Elara. She was a picture of strength and independence, her fiery spirit evident in every aspect of her life. Her reputation as a formidable investigative journalist was feared by the corrupt and admired by the honest. However, even the bravest of souls has a chink in their armor, and for Elara, it came in the form of a mysterious and alluring stranger. The night unfolded like any other, with Elara tirelessly pursuing a lead on a dangerous crime syndicate lurking in Vespera's shadows. As she ventured deeper into the tangled web of secrets, she stumbled upon a hidden gem of a tavern; the perfect place to gather vital information. The atmosphere within was thick with an aura of enchantment, the flickering candlelight playing upon the faces of the diverse patrons that populated the establishment. The mysterious figure, who would forever change the course of Elara's life, entered the tavern like a predator to its hunting ground. Tall, dark, and strangely captivating, he exuded an otherworldly allure that no mortal man could hope to rival. Heads turned and whispers echoed throughout the room as he approached the bar where Elara was deep in conversation with her informant. She felt his presence before she even laid eyes on him; the air grew charged with a primal energy that seemed to hum with life. Their eyes met, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Time itself seemed to slow, the seconds stretching into what felt like an eternity. His name was Azrael, a being as ancient as the stars themselves, a creature of the night known as a vampire. Though typically keeping to himself, he found himself inexplicably drawn to the fiery spirit of the human woman before him. He admired her tenacity, her unwavering dedication to her cause, and the strength of her character. But most of all, he coveted the one thing that no other immortal creature possessed: the intoxicating, ephemeral essence of humanity.

Souls Collide

Souls Collide They move together, Wrapped in the night, Bodies dance, Heat rising like smoke, Breath mingling, A pulse that pulls, Slow and wild. secrets whispers longing, Fingers trace skin, Hungry souls collide, With every touch, A fire ignites, A craving unclaimed. Desire drips like honey, Dark and sweet, They lose themselves In the warmth of want, Two souls hungry, Savoring the ache, Lost in the taste of each other. © Seductive Poetry

The Thrill Of Surrender

The Thrill Of Surrender As they explore their desires, Bodies close, fingers trace, the heat, Whispers heavy in the air, Their pulse quickens, hearts racing, Lips meet in a rush, Tasting sweet, tasting wild, The world fades, it's just them, Skin against skin, the spark ignites, Breathless moments wrapped in silence, Desire flickers like a flame, Lost in the warmth, they forget, Time bends, every touch an echo, Raw, real, no masks or games, Just the thrill of surrender, In this garden of hunger, Where pleasure blooms and expands. © Seductive Poetry

Unspoken Hunger

The flickering candlelight danced across her bare skin, illuminating each sensual curve. The soft glow cast tantalizing shadows, accentuating the dips and swells of her figure in the most alluring way.Her eyes smoldered with unbridled desire, locking onto him with an intensity that set his blood ablaze. They were the eyes of a seductress, promising … Continue reading Unspoken Hunger →

Whispers In The Dark

Whispers in the dark,  Skin feels alive with the heat,  Pulse quickens and thumps.  Breathless, they draw near,  Fingers trace the hidden paths,  Secrets spill like wine.  Desire in shadows,  Soft lips brush against warm flesh,  Fire burns in silence.  Night wraps them in dreams,  Nature's roar, a savage dance,  Hearts thump out of time.  … Continue reading Whispers In The Dark →