Midst of Smoke
Chapter 1: A Poet's Lust by Isaiah Gomez
Fallen poets of the past
Have found their successor
Grasping her in a reverie of fantasy
Embracing the talented vessel
They molest the tender flesh
Coalescing legend and spirit
Seducing her into passion
Bestowing ecstasy into flowing veins
Fertile loins accept their sensual touch
Absorbing gifted semen
Impregnating, embodying the soul
And pleasuring the flesh
Organic juices flow
As she accepts their muse
Vigor being stimulated
As it draws away from her
Breath entranced in her lungs
Falling away into bliss.
Fruitful seeds spawn their words
Through her poetic pen.
- by Isaiah Gomez
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Passionate Poetry
. High level of language or violence .
. Strong sexual content .
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Passionate Poetry
Respect Your Elders by Fat man Says
Respect Your Elders by Fat man Says
Say... "Mister:
Can you take a little time for a twisted sister?"
"Have no time for your kind, why do you
Call me mister?"
"I have real respect
For any older man, wanna walk, I'll hold your hand?"
"Really thanks and thanks again but
I don't need a guide."
"Look mister
I was really thinking about giving you a ride."
"Appreciate your kindness and now my
Heart's starting to race!"
"Now you're talking,
Mister at a time like this you can't be pale faced.
If you think it ain't really gonna play
I'll give you a taste.
At your age mister
I would never think of letting anything go to waste.
Having respect for my elders
There will be no haste."
- by Fat man Says
Say... "Mister:
Can you take a little time for a twisted sister?"
"Have no time for your kind, why do you
Call me mister?"
"I have real respect
For any older man, wanna walk, I'll hold your hand?"
"Really thanks and thanks again but
I don't need a guide."
"Look mister
I was really thinking about giving you a ride."
"Appreciate your kindness and now my
Heart's starting to race!"
"Now you're talking,
Mister at a time like this you can't be pale faced.
If you think it ain't really gonna play
I'll give you a taste.
At your age mister
I would never think of letting anything go to waste.
Having respect for my elders
There will be no haste."
- by Fat man Says
Having An Affair:
Having An Affair
Chapter 4: Lost... by Hetty
Lost...
His velvet voice held answers to the choice I had made;
to feel again the blade of lust's unforeseen thrust.
I yearned to free the wife from the chains of married life;
to clear the settled dust in my sleeping veins.
Mesmerized, ensnared by his fingers on my body;
I hungered as they lingered, trailed ribbons of desire.
My senses flooded in raging inflammation,
rampaging through blood made reckless with heat.
Needing small encouragement, my lips opened wide
to feel his tongue inside, with liquid delight.
Like a fledgling feeding in endless swallow
I knew what would follow would help my flight...
Lost. I was lost
in a sweet, honeyed promise;
this stranger-adonis bade my senses awake.
Responding to his touch in uncontrollable shiver,
passion rippled like a river through my tortured skin.
Then I breathed him in, as he reached deep inside
felt our bodies slide as one, enmeshed in each other.
For an instant he was still in prolonged anticipation
and I longed for penetration to fulfil my flesh.
Then slowly he moved in a rhythmic push
Impaled to the core, in a rush of warmth
- I clung to his hips, embracing the ride,
my heart lassoed in erotic rip-tide...
The climax washed over me in sensual spasm
in an ever climbing wave of orgasmic joy.
I found a new terrain, alive with adventure
I wondered if I'd ever feel the same again...
- by Hetty
Chapter 4: Lost... by Hetty
Lost...
His velvet voice held answers to the choice I had made;
to feel again the blade of lust's unforeseen thrust.
I yearned to free the wife from the chains of married life;
to clear the settled dust in my sleeping veins.
Mesmerized, ensnared by his fingers on my body;
I hungered as they lingered, trailed ribbons of desire.
My senses flooded in raging inflammation,
rampaging through blood made reckless with heat.
Needing small encouragement, my lips opened wide
to feel his tongue inside, with liquid delight.
Like a fledgling feeding in endless swallow
I knew what would follow would help my flight...
Lost. I was lost
in a sweet, honeyed promise;
this stranger-adonis bade my senses awake.
Responding to his touch in uncontrollable shiver,
passion rippled like a river through my tortured skin.
Then I breathed him in, as he reached deep inside
felt our bodies slide as one, enmeshed in each other.
For an instant he was still in prolonged anticipation
and I longed for penetration to fulfil my flesh.
Then slowly he moved in a rhythmic push
Impaled to the core, in a rush of warmth
- I clung to his hips, embracing the ride,
my heart lassoed in erotic rip-tide...
The climax washed over me in sensual spasm
in an ever climbing wave of orgasmic joy.
I found a new terrain, alive with adventure
I wondered if I'd ever feel the same again...
- by Hetty
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