Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Zai

 Peach color

Sweet as organic honey

Salivating at the thought of you

You move as if you know you’re being watched

And I enjoy the view

I enjoy you pleasing yourself

whining your hips against your fingers

My favorite actually

I love when you serve them to me

After they’ve been so deep in your sea

Onto this soft platter

one at a time

I remove the sweet gold from your fingers

in between your fingers

Savoring every drop of it

licking the remains of you off my bottom lip

That usually gets you wetter

You part your thighs

Showing me your sweet peach

Glistening like honey

Posted in Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

It’s no Secret

Thinking of You By Donatella Marraoni

I know you still think of me

It’s like your eyes sending signals through your pixels

Starring through the device in the palm of your hands

Directly to my mind

Which is why you’re there all the time

Drinking this wine make the memories I hold on to rotate so intensely

I lose it whenever I get a glimpse

I just know I’d get drunk off just one kiss

I know you still think of me

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Our Complex Emotions

Divide By Lionel Smit

I don’t expect you to understand me

I expect a deep connection

One that stimulates my brain and have me weak at the knees

I don’t want you to be attached to our relations

Leave me with the satisfaction that you don’t need me

Come back to me when you’re detached from the idea of us

Lets reach a peak and leave

Just to come back and reach it again

Until we can no longer feel

That way it won’t hurt

Not a bottle could compare to this feeling

Not a blunt in this world could compare

An addiction you’ve never experience

One without real attachments

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Did I Get your Attention?

Drained II By Kai Samuels-Davis

What am I missing?

Masculinity?

Does my face not resemble the architect of a model?

Am I not extended over your shoulders enough to look down upon you?

Has my brain not reached the intellect capacity you seek so much?

Am I too reserved for your you?

Your narcissism has reached its peak

Stretching my arms out in desperation

I have yet to get your attention

I may never

I left a note for you, about you

Hopefully that’ll get your attention

I left a piece of my heart incase you have overused yours with worthless beings that’d rather see you cry

I reserved a space in my home incase they’ve had enough and drained you

I hope me giving is enough

I hope that gets your attention

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

It Was Always You

I realized you were the one when you stayed longer

You listened to my worries,

even when repeated

I really wanted you there and you wanted to be there

You leaned into my trauma, not taking it on as your own

But to be my support blanket

You wrapped your warm arms around me

Night and day

Day and night

Some days we never saw the sun come up

You watched me stretch across that finish line

You waited for me on the other side

It was alway you

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

What You Made Me Do

Mother, May I By Marianna Tomaselli

Lost in the way you stare into my eyes

I stumble over my left foot

My cheeks immediately turn red and my armpits are wet

Somehow, my panties are too

The smirk on your face was confirmation that you like to see me in distress

I reminded myself 10 times white jeans were a mistake

But, for some reason you convinced me

except, you weren’t even present

The red wine you bought was visible on my crotch

resembling a period stain

She demanded that I remove my jeans and she would replace them

What she came down with was not what she promised

As if she promised anything at all

My heart began to pound loudly

I was afraid she would hear

Hands began to feel clammy

I was hoping she wouldn’t ask for my hand

Yet, she asked for both

She directed me to her cold floor

where I slowly planted my knees on, firmly

This replacement was much better than I’d imagine

It looked a lot bigger from down here

She demanded I that I make it disappear, so I did.

That night, I left with more than a fantasy.