Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Shiraz

Hands Study By Ivan Alifan

Stuck on the couch

It’s 3:27 in the morning

The wine stain on my shirt reminds me of the leftover wine in my glass

I take a sip

And a few more

It’s 4:30 am and I am suddenly awakened by a thump between my thighs

I try not to call you because I like to wake up alone

And you like to tell me sentimental things

But I need the company of your warm lips to take the edge off

The way your tongue massages the parts of me that are most sensitive

With a kiss she is reassured she will be cared for

My body is so light

So warm

Floating at the thought of you caressing me right now

Planting my fingers in my mouth for preparation

Visions of your face framed between my thighs

With this look of hunger in your eyes

I could no longer wait

Lightly gliding my fingers across my clit

Nipples growing

Breathing heavy

Your name slipped a few times as I got closer

Gripping onto the cushion beneath me as if I am falling

That intense feeling,

Building

And

Building

..

A sudden breeze from my window glazed over my body

cooling me down

Sweat sitting on top of my skin,

slowly evaporating

Just like my visions of you

And the rest of the wine in my glass

Posted in New Post, Poetry

Honeymoon

Dancing Passion By Nicole Roggman

I didn’t need to light that candel

You shined so effortlessly on your own

Similar to the glow when I first laid eyes on you

The aroma in the room weakened the limbs

No longer standing

Instead on my knees

Worshipping every moment I have you in my presence

Falling in love all over again

ignited by passion, so much of it

Time nonexistent

You are the only person that consumes my thoughts

Even in this moment

An everlasting love

A moon in time we will never forget

A candles scent that will forever be ingrained in my memory

A love we share will forever bloom

A honeymoon to be forever remembered

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

All Summer

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Summer Art By Eris Fischl

We can’t keep doing this

A magnetic force when you’re around

So much sexual chemistry

I have morals

But even on Sundays,

Impossible to keep my panties dry

Heart skips at the sound of you

Just the smell of you makes me moist

I don’t mind performing

I don’t get stage fright

I want to spend all summer in you

Let’s do laps in this bed

I want to drown in you

For old time sake

We can’t keep doing this

You meet me around the corner at five

Massaging my now clean hands with Shea Butter

I can’t wait to run my fingers down your spine

Between your thighs

My fingers meet your smooth lips

I am fluent in the language that your body speaks

It gestures that I should find the deepest parts of you

The warmest part of you

The sweetest part of you

But for real, this is the last time

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

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