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brspanks · 9 months
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Iggy Pop sheepishly admitted on a TV talk show once that “I like butt.” Well, composer of “Butt Town,” so does most of humanity, me included, and this is my ode, my tribute to Heinies. 
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aveecadoe-blog · 1 month
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In 1.06 when Mariko is reciting the #sexypoem to Blackthorne and the tension gets thick and she’s getting into it, we see a flashback to her in the snow again. I was originally confused by why they would show a flashback of her trauma when she’s supposed to be in the moment thinking about/talking to Blackthorne but I now interpret that as her making a conscious decision that despite all of her feelings for Blackthorne, she’s gotta stick to the plan. Duty over love. Can’t get distracted by some unwashed d.
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poetrybyummeaimans · 3 years
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His Mouth. Yummm times 1000 ❤💋💋💋
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disruptivebychoice · 3 years
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Sex On Fire
Babe,
What’re you doing tonight
The moon is shining
Glitter of crime alarming
The wolves are out
Yeah, I’m with my crew
We’re all wondering
When you’re gonna come through
Give me an hour
Ill head there soon
Reminding myself to play it cool
Gloss to the lips
Daisy dukes he can’t resist
Oh, these hips?
They aren’t yours to kiss
A tease at the party
Desired, awaiting the sex designing
It spoke with a voice
And hints of eyes that glanced
Love to me, was a feeling
One that kept the other in a trance
With each and every slow dance
Awaiting the moment
The floor was drenched in lace
Music playing to pick up the pace
Submissive yet an electric kind
Sex on fire thrilled my mind
Heels kept on
Made prude take on the wrong
But in the morning
I’d be gone
People always leave
Was tatted on my sleeve
So, I never wore it as my heart
All that had got me
Was trouble from the start
To a tee
I was a tease
Sheer, alluring
Faceted and curvy
Enhancing the ecstasy
Dopamine was riveting
As moaning played the sound
Lifting the gaze
As lingerie hit the ground
Face to face
To meet the eyes
Where eyelashes preyed the weak
With flutters to the beat
Sex on fire
As tongues twisted into a kiss
Poison plump cherries
Played as the mix
Sweetness as toxicity
As the DJ closed the set
Chemistry sang the song
With lips that left wet
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softiescully · 3 years
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happy birthday!! 🥳💐
thank you so much!!! 🥰💓🌷
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ashraymondjames · 4 years
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#daily3x3 the ravenous edition. . . #iwrotethisforyou #iwrotethis #tuesdaythought #saucy #artisreal #realart #poetryandlove #sexpoem #sexypoem #poemporn #ashraymondjames (at Sugar Loaf Mountain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDwPm0elObU/?igshid=1e6j9m2tatcaz
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amorenversos · 5 years
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2.
Perdóname por no ser sutil,
pero es que es increíble la forma en la que haces que me sienta,
es algo así como sentirse inútil,
y estoy segura de que sostenerte la mirada más de 3 segundos, ninguna,
y estoy convencida de que eres el mismo diablo,
porque tu sola presencia incita a mal portarse,
o, aunque sea, él te hace las consultas, porque cuando te hablo,
solo quiero que la ropa empiece a deslizarse.
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fifteenshadesofman · 6 years
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I shiver when he moves those hips
I shiver when he stares at me with those deep brown eyes
I shiver when his feet fly across the stage
I shiver as he clenches his jaw when he thrusts his hips into the air.
I shiver as he lets his fingers wander across his chest, along the pieces of leather that make up his harness
I shiver when he winks at me like he knows what he’s doing to me
I shiver when he stares at me with those deep brown eyes
with
a sense
of
thirst
I shiver when i realise that, that thirst is coming towards me
I shiver as his footsteps feels like thunder echoing across open plains
I shiver as i can almost feel his breath against my skin
I shiver when the sound of footsteps suddenly stops
I shiver as i feel a warm, almost burning hand against my cheek
I shiver as the simple touch sends vibrations throughout my body
I shiver as his eyes finally meet mine
I’m lost
forever trapped
In those dark brown eyes
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lord-of-chaos-302 · 6 years
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Poem 29 - blue eyes - ———————— So strong .. So fragile .. So pure... Yet so dark.. Sky blue eyes .. Tainted with black dark fears.. Wild yet beautiful .. Like a dragon ... It owned the sky's.. This blue eyes white dragon.. ————————— ( written by lord of chaos ...please don't take without asking !!) —————————
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I want to do the dirtiest things to you. I want to feel your hand slip into mine as we watch a movie on your couch. Feel the heat of your eyes on me, wonder how much longer until you’re going to kiss me. Until you’re going to reach for the hem of my skirt or the clasp of my bra. I want to move things into the bedroom so we can lay, your chest pressed against my back. Your face in my hair. Your arm draped around me, cupping the curve of my waist. I want you to kiss me on my lips, soft at first, hesitant. I want a few more of those kisses, where we’re both in our heads more than the moment, wondering what the other person is thinking and if they want more. Then I want those light, fluttery kisses to turn into deep, passionate ones. I want the hands you’ve been keeping at your side to rest on my back, beneath my shirt. I want our legs to intertwine, our tongues to twist. I want my fingers in your hair, over your stubble, across your chest. I want your lips to get distracted, relocate to my neck. My shoulders. My collarbone. I want you to make your way down my torso or up my thighs and then peel off my clothing slowly, like you need to breathe my image in. But I don’t want to slip beneath your sheets. I want to lie on top of them, both of our bodies exposed in the dim light. I want you to tell me how gorgeous I am, either with your words or your eyes. I want to hear you say how you’ve been waiting so long to touch me like this. I want your taste in my mouth, your cologne in my lungs, your love in my veins. I want to do the dirtiest things with you. I want to hear moans meant just for me and feel my hair pulled by the same hands that have cupped my face and tickled my sides. I want everything with you.
holly riordan
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unlikelypoet · 4 years
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I am shedding my Old and tired skin Forgiving myself Absolving myself of sin Changing and evolving Into a new kind of being Ridding myself of negative And detrimental thinking 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ................... .....✌️❤️🌟 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbPjmv484NogF6d6vi1qzAA Please subscribe to the channel for more.. Twitter https://mobile.twitter.com/theunlikelypoet?lang=en-g #upliftingpoetry #prose #spiritualpoetry #sexypoems #eroticpoems #lovepoems #darkpoetry #followme #freeverse #keepingitreal #thepoetscafe #poetrycommunity #GotTalent #poetry #realtalk #freedomofspeech #amazingpoets #poet #sadquotes #wordsmith #youarenotalone #anxietypoems # #tumblrpoetry #breakupquotes #lovequotes #heartfelt #feelings #somedays #menwhowrite https://www.instagram.com/p/CGeQE2vFZfJ/?igshid=13dhkzlgsjl97
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Church
I believe in God
Because I hear him in your sighs
And feel him in your skin
And the other night
A gazebo became our church
Your lips were the doors
And your hands sang hymns over me
While we both worshipped
And oh
What a service it was
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buh-baby-baby · 6 years
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Undress me, with your eyes, rip my shirt off. Kiss me till my lips burn and our hair is tangled. I want our legs dancing in the sheets while we’re exploring the whimsical tastes of each other because that’s the passion I want. Pull me back by the hair and tell me with your sexy hands gripping my throat that I’m all you’re thirsty for. I want you to grip my throat like it’s your last taste of me. that you crave to savor what’s left of me on your tongue to relish & indulge in. I want you to collapse into me and take me as yours to study. Read every page of me by opening my legs and not shutting me closed till you have written every last word in me with your tongue.
Nadine Sawalha
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