Summertime Hot & Sexy Challenge

Sultry and seductive she slips her bonds
Unnoticed she climbs towards the sun
Moving and stretching like a lazy cat, long limbs
Meandering across the landscape, her sweet nectar
Enticing with a smile all who would follow
Reaching out embracing with a lovers kiss.

Acrostic — yes dammit, now I see. So few people do acrostics that I rarely notice them, so thanks for the hint. Lovely poem too!
 
how to shiver in july

desert wind dances round the legs, summer sun plays with my hair
their soft caress wild yet gentle intoxicating me
speed picks up and air tears through the shimmering sand
they intrigue me so, they make me smile, make me coy
I dance with them, lending my body to the fever until
the heat within rivals that of the afternoon
I cling to my post, as the wind spirls up my skirt
The orgasm melts into me
sending shivers up my spine
I lay upon the endless sand
and conceed that I truly do love this land
 
lol, I come easily, and the wind was very attentive that afternoon, I have had many experancies with the elements, and it happens most easily if you emmerse yourself completely in the moment. Man oh man, some of the best experiances of my life were when a hand had never touched me(it is downright indecent what the ocean waves can do to me:D)
 
what is a bidet? it sounds strange...but I ussally like strange, wkipediia here I come(pun intended)
 
Picture this a low ceramic pedestal next to the toilet with a metal adjustable hose for cleaning the rear end! But if sat upon the wrong way round the water from that hose hits slap bang on a very sensitive place!!
 
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*laughing*

you two are killin' me!

Sadly, there are very few bidets in the U.S., and it's one of our many failings.

However, I did break a bathroom pedestal sink once... couldn't take my weight.

In the U.S. we just have shower head massagers on long hoses.

I call mine "Mr. Shower Massage." Not creative, but at least respectful.


eta: you saw the pony too? Maybe I'm not crazy.

okay, you're right. that doesn't really prove anything.
bj
 
I can't stop staring


The sun bakes, cracks the earth in two
while haze swelters on the horizon, refracting
double images seen with squinted eyes.

You walk by shirtless
kicking up red dirt clouds.
I wonder where you are going, but mostly
where you've been.

Baja, Guadalajara or Tampico?
Maybe you were in Belize
drinking Dos Equis,
white sands between your toes.
The grit in your smile turns heads

like mine

like mine


Hard muscle packed in tan skin.
Long lines stop at a silver buckle,
but my imagination follows through

and my tongue slides
along carved edges,
tasting salt off the rim.

You step over the border
sweat drips down your back

like mine

like mine


still I can’t stop staring.
 
I can't stop staring


The sun bakes, cracks the earth in two
while haze swelters on the horizon, refracting
double images seen with squinted eyes.

You walk by shirtless
kicking up red dirt clouds.
I wonder where you are going, but mostly
where you've been.

Baja, Guadalajara or Tampico?
Maybe you were in Belize
drinking Dos Equis,
white sands between your toes.
The grit in your smile turns heads

like mine

like mine


Hard muscle packed in tan skin.
Long lines stop at a silver buckle,
but my imagination follows through

and my tongue slides
along carved edges,
tasting salt off the rim.

You step over the border
sweat drips down your back

like mine

like mine


still I can’t stop staring.

jeeeeeeesus that's hot.
damn.
my bits thank you.


bj
 
Summer Chill

Cold crystalline prism nestled in the dip
Of luscious candy coated caramel lips
A margarita with no glass, chilled and wet
Tangy on the tongue, just a hint of salt
Intoxicating me, makes you heady, sip by sip
Swallow, your senses heighten and slip
At once, breathe me and abandon sobriety
Lucidity lost, licking salt from the rim
Enter inebriation, enter me
 
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Well I seem to have a craving for peanut butter at the moment but I suppose if we want to get kinky about this ......
 
Kinky? An innocent English rose like yourself.....I won't believe it! ;)

I was reading the poem again, and I'd have figured it might conjure thirst initially, but I can see the hunger part if we're talking flesh.
 
I think it was the candy coated caramel lips but I am on a diet so I am susceptible! I am sure I wasn't this kinky until I started frequenting the Bistro!! You lot are Hottttttttt
 
don’t ask in darkness when the fine
red hairs of the day are all
that paints our skins

(air stirred by the fan,
afternoon rain breeze rolled
over our hips (yours an echo of mine,
a second parenthesis))

enveloping the phrases we made
when you stormed in me
and I felt your life inside mine
still fingers cling

don’t ask in the darkness
when all that’s lit is love
in my cheek
in your palm

for any sweet answer is printed
in these shining eyes
where the slave’s sigh
does not echo
 
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