Sexual

Super Bounce

Lower middle distant logic

Something clockwise esoteric

Lunar crescent omnipresent

Symbolize the sky is falling



Compare it so to light dispersion

Flowering for likely version

Grading upwards towards the growth

Limiting there exploration



See it feel it hear it prod it

Take it with you for your break time

Lose it somewhere find it later

You've got better on your mind



I would take you way of way and

I would make you feel immortal

I would bring you down so trodden

I would fuck you for your patience



We would do things night on lighthouse

Or we'd settle moving springs

Banging plotting slipping sloping

Using nothing giving little



Oh transgression tangerine it

Sweetened by the slight of sun

Bring it slicing so unrighteous

Let me savor you bring tongue



Take it deeply slow in motion

Leave me my momentous claws

Slapping squeezing pressing forward

Driving inward on and on



Thoughts to rain from cloud below me

Thoughts above to slight the storm

The ones that watch as I am in you

That ponder things that may come next



And we continue baking slowly

Feeling fondle slide between

And I'll continue to respect you

If you prove to me we're clean.


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(Song) Use Me

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Music (U)

Use me like a doll, I dont recall me ever caring
Feel me deep inside, enjoy the ride, delight in ecstacy
I'll take what you will give, with no regret, I never do
Our bodies intertwined, I do not mind, I just wish it were real
Use me baby make me feel

 

Pain from deep inside my soul
This hollow empty hole
Please don't stop, it's fuckin killin me
Scratch my skin and make it bleed
Even if I plead
Please don't stop, it's fuckin killin me

 

I was torn apart from the start don't try to mend me
I'm an empty shell come back from hell, so you can play with me
I will be your toy, don't be so coy, I'll bring you pleasure
Your touch it feels so warm while we're preformin, but you're holdin back
Use me baby make me feel

 

Pain from deep inside my soul
This hollow empty hole
Please don't stop, it's fuckin killin me
Scratch my skin and make it bleed
Even if I plead
Please don't stop, it's fuckin killin me
(2X)

 

Let me fuck you like a sin
Let me fuck you let's begin

 

Pain from deep inside my soul
This hollow empty hole
Please don't stop, it's fuckin killin me
Scratch my skin and make it bleed
Even if I plead
Please don't stop, it's fuckin killin me
(2X)

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your auto-erotica

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LOVE POEMS

embracing  under the hunter's moon

"can i be your tool?"

pumping flesh
legs behind her ears
in& out motel

screw u
i was really drunk at the time
now

"can i be your fool?"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just OK...

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bartering

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put in debbie

a simple word game

for thoughts of your

bunny pelt

 

exchanging the virtual

glance and reminisce

 

for the pretense

of wham bam

wampum

 

stroking the fur

with illicit intent

 

and self-serving

delicious delight

 

the carnal conversation

of two in the middle of

 

a tender exchange

 

 

exchanging the virtual

glance and reminisce

 

for the pretense

of wham bam

wampum

 

stroking the fur

with illicit intent

 

and self-serving

delicious delight

 

the carnal conversation

of two in the middle of

 

a tender exchange

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my memory

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live a good now

because

you need a good

treat to reminisce

about



take a good shot

and thunder and

the dribble on

your thigh



i can remember

a band

x

so loud i couldn't

hear them until

i went to the back

of the hall



and the thickness

of your lips in

a kiss and



my memory

owns the weight

of your breasts



my heart floats

on the balloons

remembering



being tethered

to your hips

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glossy

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put in debbie





i am torn like an old

magazine, but wanting

to curl the corners



pet the bunny

dance the night



in an intimate hover

over bed wrappings



libations of your

mumbles



play the scales

of harmonies



arch your spine

in splendid

excitement

spread your toes



wet the page

and flip you over

put ingenue

in boomer life



in the in

and out of this

pretense



pretense of

suite dreamy



with my arms

curled around you

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couple

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put in debbie

            



it's been a good week

i wrote you a couple

poems



long skinny strips

of desire on a sheet

of white



that end at the hem

of your red dress



they are to be folded

like half of you over

the over stuffed sofa



for a dance through

the u.s. postal system



poems that were sealed

with sentiment



and slipped into you

as you held the pages



but they are only carbon

copies with the real

desire left at the mailbox

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used and abused

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dark

struggled in vanity

my emotions caged

the moon shinning through the glass

i feel it within

taring at me

beating me down

o god i hate it when she has me caged

chained

bound

i'm never gunna be found

she's moving to the music

devil eyes

angel like moves

evil intentions

angelic touches

i can't move chained and bound

o god should i move,do i want to?

she's movin and groovin to the beat

i can feel the heat

i'm falling deep within

i'm sprung

i could scream

yet the night just begun

i'm in a dream

i'm into this so much i could cream

instead i scream

but she just dances even harder even better

some of her clothes come off

ok, now i'm gettin off

she swirves and curves

i struggle with these chains

hoping praying i get loose

but the more i struggle the moreit tightens

i must confess i love and hate being used and abused

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LUST

Teeth rake flesh

in carnal rage

her flame ignites

He opens her cage



On her knees

begging, eyes wide

He owns her now

she cannot hide



she breathes Him in

His musky scent

His masculine taste

she is truly content



He takes her higher

Then pulls her away

her mind captured

By the games they play



His face contorted

He orders "on the bed"

Loving her mouth

But wants His cunt instead.



He grips her hair

Thrusts deep inside

Agony and pleasure meet

His need never denied



she soars on eagles' wing

So high, no earth in sight

Lost to the power and control

to her heart's delight.

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