BMF Hang Suite Revival

[Corbal]

she says she rules everything
maybe including me
i’m impressed by her bravado
and sheer audacity
towering stems won’t get you everything
maybe a second look
unless they’re pinned in the proper position
like in a picture book
they kind they keep hidden away
behind the register stand
you gotta ask for view of them
to prove you’re a man
or twist them round by the ankles
to put you face down
such a pretty piece of human art
rip off that sleeping gown
or maybe raise those ankles to my ears
don’t make a fuss
collect them with a grasp behind the knees
expose the target of my lust
you could bend them into a full squat
perched on me astride
raise and lower that sweetest spot
cowgirl on a ride
but if ruling me is what she believes
take a different tone
enjoy my leather, my bite and tether
no ruling; you’re owned

So my jaw is still on the floor, P. Fucking wow and a half. Have I mentioned how much I love you?

 

[85Ironman]

I limerick only.
When I do poetry, it sounds like Dr. Suess.

 

[Corbal]

I limerick only.
When I do poetry, it sounds like Dr. Suess.

I definitely have that hat. Haha. I say give it a try, bud.

 

[parker77]

I limerick only.
When I do poetry, it sounds like Dr. Suess.

nothing sounds more like Suessville than my stuff. just write and share, man. it’s good for the soul.

 

[parker77]

So my jaw is still on the floor, P. Fucking wow and a half. Have I mentioned how much I love you?

hey, you started it.

 

[85Ironman]

I definitely have that hat. Haha. I say give it a try, bud.

A mediocre Dallas Cowboy team
Just hired McCarthy, a man who wore Green
They let Garrett go
After seasons of woe
Whether they're better remains to be seen

 

[parker77]

A mediocre Dallas Cowboy team
Just hired McCarthy, a man who wore Green
They let Garrett go
After seasons of woe
Whether they're better remains to be seen

bravo!

 

[85Ironman]

bravo!

Thank you. Too many Irish pubs during college.

 

[parker77]

Thank you. Too many Irish pubs during college.

there’s no such thing.

 

[Corbal]

hey, you started it.

I am inclined to disagree with that! You start everything and you know it.

A mediocre Dallas Cowboy team
Just hired McCarthy, a man who wore Green
They let Garrett go
After seasons of woe
Whether they're better remains to be seen

You’re such a dick.

 

[blade_rocknut]

So my jaw is still on the floor, P. Fucking wow and a half. Have I mentioned how much I love you?

Right? That was some epicness, and he just served it up like a fast food order. . color me impressed.

 

[85Ironman]

You’re such a dick.

I knew you'd like it.

 

[parker77]

contributors?

 

[parker77]

one day, it’s just one day
every other month
two hours - that’s all
lifeblood
sitting in a cold room
no outside connectivity
as if behind the Iron Curtain
but they are nice as can be
while adding nothing redeeming
to the situation

i dwell
on the one with the cute ass
i’m such a fucking perv
if she had any idea
that i can feel her dark wavy hair
in the clutches of my hand
taste the softness of her lips
hear the desire in her voice
as she says, “please”

two hours
i need the distraction
fantasizing that she needs me
when right now
i need her more
just to shorten the time

my hand sliding down
inside the back of her pant
inside her panties
grabbing a handful of her backside
and pulling her to me
clutched so tightly
she becomes a rudder
for my lust
guiding her hips into me
so she can feel what she’s caused
and show me how much
she appreciates it
with her lips
her tongue
fully her mouth

then it beeps
the signal of freedom
untaped, unplugged, and wrapped
and i’m released from this prison
and walk out
wanting to turn around
return and steal her
away for my pleasure

 

[parker77]

a well-wrtten vignette penned by one far more talented than am i inspired this next one.

 

[parker77]

her sneak attack
as i sleep
or am i feigning
just before
daylight breaks
maybe i’m dreaming
the loveliness stalking
tall and toned
bare and beautiful
intention honed
on me as prey
to take me
where i lay
prone against security
trusted for dreams
soon to be violated
her devilish schemes

she’s floated before
in this mystic space
darkest of morn
darkness to taste
pleasure she gave
under my direction
in my imagination
at my discretion

at this moment
she’s the situation
her desire
so real
no consolation
her movement
so stealth
no chance for prevention
her attack precision
no doubt her intention
allow her the moment
surrender in admiration
give to her bite
pleasure as justification

she’s a fury
using herself as bait
her claws
her bites
her joy
a Pyhrric victory
of her selection
waiting, wanting
the tables to turn

my move
easily anticipated
not so easily foiled
when executed
when she’s beneath me
i almost fail
at the view
glistening from the effort
of her initial attack
a warrior, an amazon
and
the
tiniest bit
of pure
white
fabric
distracts me
the softness
the purity
the last bit
of modesty

swiftly
towards that
flag of surrender
where her desire burns
mouth over mound
tongue against
turgid trigger
just as quickly
she’s cum
but i’m not done
tug aside
the whiteness
purity’s last gasp
now come to pass
her inner flesh
now mine
i waste no time
claws at her breast
and teeth at her cunt
it’s almost too much
how far, how tough
how filthy, how rough
fuck it
she’s as much mine
as my own mind
take her with fingers
while face to face
lip to lip
tongue tongue
eyes wide open
the only calm in the room
found in that shade of green
cock filling her
driven with intent
deeply, sharply
was her’s now mine
finish it
sharpen my bite
bury it in flesh
and release satisfaction
from my cock
from my mouth
with my moan
into the one
that i own

 

[Suz_anne]

*fans self*

 

[parker77]

*fans self*

mission accomplished!

 

[parker77]

after the chaos
the scraps and the claws
after the exhilaration
and the mess we’ve caused
in my arms held
trust my healing
your desire fulfilled
your wounds revealing
your pleasure’s nature
your own surrender
satisfaction in the pain
the way you remember

this duality of mine
with its softer nature
fingers thru your hair
kissing your marks of rapture
chest pressed firmly
hips touch, me behind
excitement still rises in me
body, soul and mind
you can feel me there
against your backside growing
more rigid by the second
my hunger is showing
you know my want
just from being this close
possessing my being
in desire i’m lost

in your ear
my breath
my voice
my want
my whisper
when softly i growl,
“give yourself to me now”

on command your back arches
your wanting prize offered
for only my satisfaction
your precious gift is proffered
the heat, the softness, your accepting presentation
your hips find my rhythm
give me deeper satisfaction
fully inside you
by my hand your hips pause
while i press in still deeper
loving the gratification of your all
with barely more movement
i let myself go
deep inside you now
no mistake that i know
you feel my every pulse
every twitch that will be
the warmth of my release
filling you with me

turn your head this way
let your face find mine
kiss me deeply now
lose track of time
and all being and all wanting
and all that was or ever will be
make this instant be empty
of all except you melded with me

 

[parker77]

fucking crickets in here
same creatures abound in my head
a muse is a thing of beauty until
her inspiration is a broken thread

then the canvas goes dark and blank
i’ve no target for my predilections
so they stay locked squarely away
brain-contained with no direction

maybe that’s not a bad thing
maybe i need a break
maybe more’s learned from the nothing
than forcing the craft to wake

but i miss the dream of my hands traveling her body
the feel of caressing her soft skin
i miss that look she gets on her face
when she suspects it’s about to begin

the thought of the taste of her fresh flesh
her mouth, her tongue and within
and though the magic has all disappeared
i suspect i’d do it all again

i’d let her inspire my words
allow her desire to animate my pen
give those locked away inclinations
freedom to coax my literary sin

what’s gone is gone and gone for good
it’s magic can’t be recreated
what’s left behind, buried in scraps of time
remnants of an instrument whose music has faded

 

[parker77]

in my opinion, this is the best version of this song....one man, one guitar, one helluva song!

White House Road

 

[Lonelywife1205]

Your writing is really beautiful.

 

[parker77]

Your writing is really beautiful.

thanks! very kind of you to say so.

 

[parker77]

when your own art is struggling, just enjoy the work of others until the mojo returns.

i love this unexpected duet of an extremely soulful song.

Right As Rain - Brett Dennen & Daryl Hall

(btw - if you weren't aware, Daryl is an incredibly talented artist and still well on his game!)

 

[Lastingimpressions]

Back and forth we play this game
This game that awards no winner
Good intentions end in shame
Precious items refuse to shimmer
Place your hands and push hard
One step back, then advance
I’ve seen it all, read your cards
Nothing left, took every chance