Come and play with me

[beautyandwine]

This morn I woke with deep resolve
to force the flow of ink from favored pen,
and yet the gleaming sheets do call
as tension draws and begs the question when.

I'd even pulled the drapes apart
and called illumination to inspire
these hands to dance in fluid art,
the simple strokes that stoke the dawning fire.

But daybreak's shine aroused my Muse
to live a poem of sensory instead,
it seems my love is most amused
to keep these hands preoccupied in bed.

(c) TDP 2007

 

[beautyandwine]

My inspiration
walked out the door
with the one-thirty meeting,
I heard it slam,
so I know.

The second-hand mocks
and moonwalks around the table.

In fact,
if it weren't for the droning voice
on the other end,
Jason's constant rapping pen,
Christine's sloshing Perrier,
the grate of graphite
against paper,
Amanda's rapid-fire
scribbling,
or Stephen's tapping leg,
I might could hear
its tick.

 

[RhymeFairy]

about this play thread .... Hmm, may I

...


play with his poker
stick. feel, as the fire
burns. spreads
out into sparks
that infiltrate my
body, deep
into sanguine seas.

jump aboard, taste deep
nuzzled nips
to neck and nether regions
with nectarous sips
to tantalize and treat
my passenger
to the forbidden surf.

fire and ice meet
melting the frozen core
of the Alaskan fleet ...



~~~ kinda lost it, can you find it for me? lol ~~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

...


play with his poker
stick. feel, as the fire
burns. spreads
out into sparks
that infiltrate my
body, deep
into sanguine seas.

jump aboard, taste deep
nuzzled nips
to neck and nether regions
with nectarous sips
to tantalize and treat
my passenger
to the forbidden surf.

fire and ice meet
melting the frozen core
of the Alaskan fleet ...



~~~ kinda lost it, can you find it for me? lol ~~

I had this thought the other day...

The Cigar

I pondered the thought
of how some one
can find such delight
in something...
long and slender

puffing on one end
trailing fingers
along its contours
absorbed in its texture
and flavor

keeping its cherry hot
streams of smoke trails
lips molded in a
tail wagging delight
puffing in the night


somethiing like that... (~_~)

 

[beautyandwine]

I should be shot for writing this...

Admiring glance,
he stands
tall, erect,
a polished machine.

She whispers
intent,
grips firmly, and
thrusts against.
Two bodies gliding
rhythmically
hot breath dragging,
tugging
at every fiber.

He submits and
roars,
brutal union and
raw power channeled
at her discretion,
no span untouched,
reaching for
flawless perfection.

Sated,
she pulls away
smiling,
pleased with
the clean carpet.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Admiring glance,
he stands
tall, erect,
a polished machine.

She whispers
intent,
grips firmly, and
thrusts against.
Two bodies gliding
rhythmically
hot breath dragging,
tugging
at every fiber.

He submits and
roars,
brutal union and
raw power channeled
at her discretion,
no span untouched,
reaching for
flawless perfection.

Sated,
she pulls away
smiling,
pleased with
the clean carpet.

grinin'... this reminded me of ...

Ready in two hours
by My Erotic Tail ©

She grabbed him and
pulled him to her.
Laid him down and
starts to rub...massageing.
She rolled her hands
around on his skin
and fixed his position, rubbing.
Spread his legs a bit
and pulled out
his long bone.
Rock hard like stone.
The juices flowed a bit
as she pulled on it.
Rolled him over
and put her finger
in his little hole
and then a little deeper,
she would go.
Fixed him to lay just right.
As sloshing sounds
came from his insides.
She massaged him
a bit more.
She turned
and opened the door.
Then picked him up
and put him in the oven, steady.
"Yep, bout two hours the
Turkey will be ready."

 

[beautyandwine]

grinin'... this reminded me of ...

Ready in two hours
by My Erotic Tail ©

She grabbed him and
pulled him to her.
Laid him down and
starts to rub...massageing.
She rolled her hands
around on his skin
and fixed his position, rubbing.
Spread his legs a bit
and pulled out
his long bone.
Rock hard like stone.
The juices flowed a bit
as she pulled on it.
Rolled him over
and put her finger
in his little hole
and then a little deeper,
she would go.
Fixed him to lay just right.
As sloshing sounds
came from his insides.
She massaged him
a bit more.
She turned
and opened the door.
Then picked him up
and put him in the oven, steady.
"Yep, bout two hours the
Turkey will be ready."

Hee! This is one of my faves.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Hee! This is one of my faves.

bigrin'



fountain of lust
by My Erotic Tale ©

Fingers mold around
hardened as chrome.

Opens her mouth
awaiting the blast.

To capture the liquid
that'll quench her desires.

Twisting the knob
for the fountains liquid.

Her tongue extended
ready for the cum-ing spray.

Red lips waiting
over pressure building.

Her throat gets soaked
from wetness spiraling.

She closes her mouth
to a wicked grin.

Licking her lips,
finger swipes a drip.

Quenching her thirst
at the fountain of lust.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

rain closet
by My Erotic Tale ©

clouding mist
pelting rain
draining strain

engrossed in jeweled 'drum'lets'
mezmerizing likeliness
of a meteor showers awe

naked to the confined world
wistful, dust to dust can still wash
flesh cleansed while burdens still bare

overwelming fresh fragrant aroma
racing lather in showered dreams
messaging perplexion streams

the refreashing cubical
spraying delight from a faucet
inside the rain closet

 

[My Erotic Trail]

rain closet
by My Erotic Tale ©

clouding mist
pelting rain
draining strain

engrossed in jeweled 'drum'lets'
mezmerizing likeliness
of a meteor showers awe

naked to the confined world
wistful, dust to dust can still wash
flesh cleansed while burdens still bare

overwelming fresh fragrant aroma
racing lather in showered dreams
messaging perplexion streams

the refreashing cubical
spraying delight from a faucet
inside the rain closet

curiously.... this is the poem that was stolen and placed @ 'myplace.com'