Hallowseduction by Mike K2
You told me to stay away,
with you, I don't want to play.
You coldly said you're a vampiress,
you'll take the life out of me...
When we undress.
Seduced first by your macabre charm;
astonishing you, I fear no harm.
I placate this irrational trepidation,
reversing this to an erotic inspiration.
Fireplace, crackers and potion of the vine,
romantically enchanted, everything is fine.
Absinthe cordials, that green fairy glow;
whole body says," I know where this will go!"
Seductively affected with each's spirit;
with locked eyes, together they hover.
Seeking from the other their life;
making their partner with pleasure rife.
No stone is left unturned,
nor partner's thoughts spurned.
Released is the spirits of true spectres;
as only orgasmal bliss festers.
With love heaped upon those two vampires
collapsed upon the other's, embered fire.
Her sweat makes a conductor of sound,
allowing him her heartbeat to be found.
Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat!
Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat!
Beat... Beat... Beat...
Beat... Beat...
She slips into a contented deep slumber,
to that end, he hesitantly lumbers.
Affixed to her breast,
a rubber spider in the night,
for one last good morning fright!
In the Vampiress' realm should he tread?
Or take her out to dinner,
the next night instead?
- by Mike K2
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Passionate Poetry
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. Strong sexual content .
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Passionate Poetry
Extremely Rude Write
Extremely Rude Write by milushka
S'il vous plait, garcon!
S'il vous plait, I'll be paying for my sins.
For a sous or two,
I will buy indulgences.
I will pray daily
to American Idol
as it is the custom of the land.
Do, as the Romans do.
In America
do me as they do me
in New York.
Fuck you, motherfucking asshole!
S'il vous plait garcon,
I won't leave a sous on the table for
that imbecile male dancer.
He did me no service,
the service was not worth a penny;
considering I am a guest in your country.
I am Canadian
and I will stand proudly
on the guard for thee
at the door to your American
Chateau du Sexe
to protest vehemently.
Remember, the French invented the foreplay
and the kiss.
Vive les Americans!
- by: milushka
S'il vous plait, garcon!
S'il vous plait, I'll be paying for my sins.
For a sous or two,
I will buy indulgences.
I will pray daily
to American Idol
as it is the custom of the land.
Do, as the Romans do.
In America
do me as they do me
in New York.
Fuck you, motherfucking asshole!
S'il vous plait garcon,
I won't leave a sous on the table for
that imbecile male dancer.
He did me no service,
the service was not worth a penny;
considering I am a guest in your country.
I am Canadian
and I will stand proudly
on the guard for thee
at the door to your American
Chateau du Sexe
to protest vehemently.
Remember, the French invented the foreplay
and the kiss.
Vive les Americans!
- by: milushka
The Art of Masterful Seduction: Woman Behind the Pen
The Art of Masterful Seduction
Chapter 9: Woman Behind the Pen by Karina J. Belkin
Business suit by day, inhibitions dressed.
Seeping sensuality, concealed in reticence.
Desires for decadence covered by enigmatic
Allure layered in suppressive silence.
Erotic expressions stifled by endless demands,
Never forgotten, just apprehended temporarily.
Waiting for its time, like the hot sun rising,
Then lowering, calculated by nature's call.
Daydreams of exhibition's release unfolding,
Like the petals of a wild dark tiger rose opening,
Blooming in exquisite self-expression,
Submerged in thoughts of expansive mystique.
Seeds of tensions planted through the day,
Needing protrusion through fertile grounds.
Ideas collecting into reservoir of desires,
Awaiting an avenue of immediate satisfaction.
Negligee by night adorned in exposure.
Percolating heat like steam looking to rise,
Flaring volcano releasing artistic firestorm,
Sultriness finally erupting through words.
- by Karina J. Belkin
Chapter 9: Woman Behind the Pen by Karina J. Belkin
Business suit by day, inhibitions dressed.
Seeping sensuality, concealed in reticence.
Desires for decadence covered by enigmatic
Allure layered in suppressive silence.
Erotic expressions stifled by endless demands,
Never forgotten, just apprehended temporarily.
Waiting for its time, like the hot sun rising,
Then lowering, calculated by nature's call.
Daydreams of exhibition's release unfolding,
Like the petals of a wild dark tiger rose opening,
Blooming in exquisite self-expression,
Submerged in thoughts of expansive mystique.
Seeds of tensions planted through the day,
Needing protrusion through fertile grounds.
Ideas collecting into reservoir of desires,
Awaiting an avenue of immediate satisfaction.
Negligee by night adorned in exposure.
Percolating heat like steam looking to rise,
Flaring volcano releasing artistic firestorm,
Sultriness finally erupting through words.
- by Karina J. Belkin
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