She had arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare. She was being flown out to Chicago by an on again/off again lover. She hurried to her gate so she could relax before her flight.As she was making her way through the busy airport, she heard a familiar voice that stopped her dead … Continue reading A Parting Gift
In the darkness of the room, he worships at her altar. with every stroke, every touch, He brings her to new heights, lost in the depths of their passion.He searches her body, he finds solace in her embrace. she trembles beneath his touch, lost in the depths of their desire, a lust that's deep and … Continue reading Primal Craving
She craved the feeling of losing control, of giving in to her most primal desires. The thought of being a slave to her own pleasure excited her beyond belief. She wanted to be consumed by it, to be intoxicated by the ecstasy that only physical intimacy could bring.Her body was made for sin, with curves … Continue reading She Wants To Get Lost In It
Her primal desires yearn for a lover who can embody both the nurturing warmth of a cuddly bear and the dominant passion of a predator.She craves the tender affection that comes with being showered in adoration, yet beneath her soft exterior lies a hunger for something more primal and intense.She wants to feel the thrill … Continue reading Her Primal Desires
Her home is him, and his body is her wildest dreams come to life.His touch is a flame that ignites her deepest longing, a melody that beckons her to dance on the edge of ecstasy.She surrenders to the primal rhythm that reverberates between them, an exchange of lust and adoration.Every whisper of his breath, every … Continue reading Her Home Is Him
Under his fierce protection, she surrendered herself entirely, her devotion boundless. Consumed by primal lust, they reveled in their dark desires, he the master of her pleasure, she the willing servant to his every command. Their dynamic was a balance of dominance and submission, of power and release.In his arms, she found both safety and … Continue reading His Protection, Her Devotion
In his arms, she surrendered to the primal pull of raw desire, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and musk, as the heat of their lust threatened to consume them. Every touch, every kiss, was a branding of possession, a claiming … Continue reading In His Arms
She is a force of nature, a primal being whose desires run deep and wild. Her body moves with a sensual grace that is impossible to ignore, and her eyes shimmer with a dark, lustful energy that sets pulses racing. She is a woman who knows what she wants, and she is unafraid to take … Continue reading She Is His Weakness
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
He traced a path with his tongue from her collarbone to the space between her breasts, savoring the taste of salt and sweat on his tongue. She moaned, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down his spine and only served to fuel his desires. He couldn't resist the urge to pull her closer, their … Continue reading Craving His Touch
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