BMF Hang Suite Revival

[parker77]

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

nice. back and forth; suggestively and a twist.

 

[parker77]

 

[parker77]

dance slowly across the kitchen floor
in these arms, think no more
as the sounds of soul own the air
like doves released let go your care

the boiling pots the oven pans
the strong gentleness of your lover’s hands
all the world can melt away
leave the clamor for another day

dance slowly across the kitchen floor
now let you satisfaction soar
sweetly, softly swaying together
the dinner preempted by the pleasure

the touch, the strength,
the guidance, the will
the need that’s escaped you
returned and filled

 

[parker77]

 

[parker77]

vanilla solution

the death of her fantasy
the work of my hand
her depraved imagination
made its ephemeral stand

guiding her thought
with whispered suggestion
on the small of her back
gentle hand gives direction

this rhythmic conversation
not borne of her mind
yet its hypnotic nature
synchs her motion with mine

“baby” yields a quiver
when whispered into her neck
one word in hot breath
the anticipation of what’s next

hands that travel about
her body with honed skill
to touch and to tease
to please and to thrill

and when at last
she’s lost in satisfaction
no remaining control
only instinctive reaction

the connection so complete
she has nothing left
except to release
while losing her breath

her own fantasy surrendered
her emotions drained
and my vanilla solution
is all that remains

 

[parker77]

more than a ittle bit of gold
aged just bout seven years old
dark corners of my mind
shaken awake every time

you know if it ain’t broken
for all time should go unspoken
gimme a minute, then i’ll say it
and it’s damn sure that’ll break it

so as you spy her tempting bits
she’s satisfied with the attention it gets
soon her sister rests her case
and a big smile grows on her face

secret story nearly a decade long
broken record plays the same song
while all its overdue temptation
is recognized to be imagination

while the gold liquid in this glass
tempts visions that’ll never pass
from sight to mind, from mind to dream
they evaporate like an engine’s steam

so when needed, i’m around
and when not, don’t make a sound
just lurk about and watch the tempting show
while the mind keeps repeating, let it go

read the stars in the southern sky
let the parade march itself right by
when truth passes from her lips
celebrate the moment of it

the little bit of gold nearly gone
Guy could say it better in a song
didn’t try too hard to understand
the gold soaked heart of an unsung man

 

[parker77]

 

[Corbal]

So much of this...

 

[Corbal]

the death of her fantasy
the work of my hand
her depraved imagination
made its ephemeral stand

guiding her thought
with whispered suggestion
on the small of her back
gentle hand gives direction

this rhythmic conversation
not borne of her mind
yet its hypnotic nature
synchs her motion with mine

“baby” yields a quiver
when whispered into her neck
one word in hot breath
the anticipation of what’s next

hands that travel about
her body with honed skill
to touch and to tease
to please and to thrill

and when at last
she’s lost in satisfaction
no remaining control
only instinctive reaction

the connection so complete
she has nothing left
except to release
while losing her breath

her own fantasy surrendered
her emotions drained
and my vanilla solution
is all that remains

I felt it right at that spot. This one is fucking awesome.

 

[Corbal]

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

Oh. my. gosh.

I can't even put it into words, P.

We need to publish a whole book of this, for real. It's so beautiful.

 

[Corbal]

Your writing is really beautiful.

Isn't it? I've been in awe at Parker's writing for years. I love it! Always have. I love his fucking guts, too. He's pretty much the bees fucking knees.

thanks! very kind of you to say so.

Humble pie for one?

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

The push and the pull. Very nice. Although, there's more to it than what's written here if I were to guess.

 

[Corbal]

Well, fukkity fuck.

Is it time for me to put something here, P?

I think so...

 

[parker77]

Well, fukkity fuck.

Is it time for me to put something here, P?

I think so...

time? it's way past time if you asked me. your stuff is golden.

and, thanks for enjoying and commenting. means a lot to me.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

I think you’re the new BMF, Park.

 

[parker77]

I think you’re the new BMF, Park.

bullshit. you know there can only be one!

anyway, i've seen you sharpening your chops in AmPics!

 

[Pervy_Sage]

bullshit. you know there can only be one!

anyway, i've seen you sharpening your chops in AmPics!

Bah. Those are old. It’s cool that you restarted this thing though. My best times on Lit were when that thread was rockin.

 

[parker77]

Bah. Those are old. It’s cool that you restarted this thing though. My best times on Lit were when that thread was rockin.

i hoped it would be more successful, but i'm not nearly as prolific a producer; nor as eloquent, etc.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

i hoped it would be more successful, but i'm not nearly as prolific a producer; nor as eloquent, etc.

Much different demographic, but I’ll add some. I don’t have any clout these days, but hey, I support words.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

I wanted to write you a sonnet.
Something as loving as Romeo,
Or as sultry as Cyrano.

I wanted to persuade your conventions
Through seductive wordplay
And unlock that raging wildfire
Kept under constant guard.
I wanted to write you a love poem.

I wanted to write you a pretty poem
With flowery words
That spread like unfurling blossoms.
I wanted those words to blossom upon your lips
And pollinate your libido,
And make your heart putter patter,
So that you’d see that it was me
That you longed for...
Apart from fucking me..
You’d want to be WITH me.
I wanted to write you a love poem.

Then it dawned on me.
I’ll just write words that unfurl your
Heart
and your thighs,
And your labia.
I’ll write words that penetrate your soul,
And that wet spot quickly building
As you sit and squirm while trying unsuccessfully
To ignore the drunken effect that
My intentional efforts are having.
I’ll write words that caress your cheek as gently
As they caress your hair, before you find it
Wrapped around my hands,
As I pull you in for that kiss you’re craving.
I wanted to write you a love poem.

I wanted to write you a love poem,
But my urges have lead to a fuck poem.
Though my intentions are really both.
I want to describe my affection,
While also detailing every sensation that will
Course through your body while
I slide inch by inch
Deep into your mind,
And emotions,
And pussy.
See, you and me.
We fit like the best fuckers,
And I intended my words to be devoted to that,
But thinking about you now?
Fuck a love poem.
How about an “I’d love to be fucking you right now” poem?
Yeah?
Huh?
Yeah? Huh?
Fuck yes.
I’m going to fuck You.
And you’re going to love it.

How’s THAT for a love poem??

 

[parker77]

I wanted to write you a sonnet.
Something as loving as Romeo,
Or as sultry as Cyrano.

I wanted to persuade your conventions
Through seductive wordplay
And unlock that raging wildfire
Kept under constant guard.
I wanted to write you a love poem.

I wanted to write you a pretty poem
With flowery words
That spread like unfurling blossoms.
I wanted those words to blossom upon your lips
And pollinate your libido,
And make your heart putter patter,
So that you’d see that it was me
That you longed for...
Apart from fucking me..
You’d want to be WITH me.
I wanted to write you a love poem.

Then it dawned on me.
I’ll just write words that unfurl your
Heart
and your thighs,
And your labia.
I’ll write words that penetrate your soul,
And that wet spot quickly building
As you sit and squirm while trying unsuccessfully
To ignore the drunken effect that
My intentional efforts are having.
I’ll write words that caress your cheek as gently
As they caress your hair, before you find it
Wrapped around my hands,
As I pull you in for that kiss you’re craving.
I wanted to write you a love poem.

I wanted to write you a love poem,
But my urges have lead to a fuck poem.
Though my intentions are really both.
I want to describe my affection,
While also detailing every sensation that will
Course through your body while
I slide inch by inch
Deep into your mind,
And emotions,
And pussy.
See, you and me.
We fit like the best fuckers,
And I intended my words to be devoted to that,
But thinking about you now?
Fuck a love poem.
How about an “I’d love to be fucking you right now” poem?
Yeah?
Huh?
Yeah? Huh?
Fuck yes.
I’m going to fuck You.
And you’re going to love it.

How’s THAT for a love poem??

see. like i said, there can be only one!

and it ain't me.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

see. like i said, there can be only one!

and it ain't me.

Lol. As usual. Too kind.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

Lust
Is not just
“I wanna fuck you”
Or, “I can’t wait to get you home.”
It’s not even just dirty text messages or
Naked pictures sent through the work day.
It’s a visceral
Immediacy.
A need that overrides circuitry.
It’s senses being overtaken by fantasy.
It’s,
My good tasting like your pussy,
To the point that I’m moaning aloud
While enjoying my favorite slice of pie.
I know it’s not you,
But I know I want you.
And that’s all that my mind can wrap itself around.
That’s what lust is.
Complete and total
Overwhelming of every thought,
Every fantasy..
Every physical reaction...just..ugh..
Kind of like my cock seizing,
And throbbing uncontrollably,
And making the front of my Hanes’
A sticky mess.
Like the heat that is beginning to
Affect my body temp,
And how my bald head is sweating,
And my tongue is dry,
And...fuck..
All I want right now
Is you on my fucking desk.
Bent over,
Or laying down,
Or under it..
Or..fuck it. I don’t even care.
I’m so in lust..
That my mentals are degrading.

Lust is
When every breath becomes your enemy,
It’s when your nerves betray control,
It’s when your pulse quickens
So fast that I feel your presence
Near me
When your miles away.
It’s when I throb so violently
That my spasms catch the eye of those around me,
And there’s nothing I can do.
It’s when I undress,
And that thin, sticky line of precum
Stretches from my clothes to my cock,
And I know that even just bumping
My shaft just right
Will unleash a torrent
Of dirty desires.
Like...now.
I...uhh...fuck...
So I’m gonna quit trying to voice my desire.
And just endure it.

 

[Pervy_Sage]

On my tongue,
You drip
And dribble.
You groan as you grind,
And you give
Almost gallons
Of your good,
good,
Goods.

On my tongue,
You whimper and cry,
You wait and you grunt
You convulse and you crescendo
From quiet to seismic.
You try to escape, yet
Embrace the feel of my tongue
As I invade your creamy space,
And the tension on your face
Gives way to sweet piece
As you’re sitting on my tongue
And you allow me to feast.

On my tongue,
You scream profanities,
And almost can’t breathe.
You find every desire
And that elusive sweet release.
You try to hold back,
But your walls crumble
No more mumbling from you..
Give me now your royal rumble.
On my tongue, you submit
And you’re happy to be owned.
On my tongue, your smile deeply,
From the inside, where I’m home.
On my tongue, you realize
Through trembling thighs
And trembling sighs
That this tongue of mine is magical.

It’s a fucking brilliant thing.
Don’t you want to experience it?
Find the life that comes?
Feel the conflict before the peace?
On my tongue?

 

[Pervy_Sage]

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

This is dope, Park! I feel this one all the way!

 

[parker77]

somebody’s been busy with some exciting words! thanks, PS, for your contributions and compliments!