My pussy trickled spit

While he slurped nasty on my hard nipples

Searching fearlessly

Mouth nasty

Wet tongue

Gliding

Slippery

Spit all up and down on my clit

I said no

But really meant yes

We wrestled in the bed while my pussy got seriously wet

Sheets already juicy from this fruity mess

And she smelled good

I felt every bit of his manhood

Tickling spots

That took only seconds to unlock

They swam rivers

That shivered every nerve

She licked spots that were well deserved

I had nowhere to run

And I pleaded

Because the truth was

I needed

So desperately

To feel myself cum

FOR MORE EROTIC POETRY

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/07/24/wet-dream-poetry/

My love is

Deeper than an oceans wave

To pave a twisters fall

Tides cave

And lovers wave

From beyond this epic crawl

Paradox hold shoulders

Under an oceans rock

And that’s why my love for you will always be

Deeper than any world

A fantasy can unlock

Deeper than an ocean

Happy Mothers Day ❤

I would wave goodbye with a thousand hands

Bypass beneath from a treasured land

Watching time

Lost

On seconds hand

Reasons are many

Words are none

The truth is heavy

They lie like dung

I would wave goodbye with a thousand hands

Just searching for one

But the truth has none

I would wave goodbye

PURPOSE {RANDOM THOUGHT} POETRY

Exceptional!

concepts101

Purpose of life is to create yourself anew

In the next grandest version

Of the greatest vision

Ever

You held about who you are

It

 Is

 To

Announce and become

Express and fulfill

Experience and know

Your true self

This requires nothing of the other people in your life

Or

Any other person in particular

That is why you can love others without

Requiring anything of them

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I am wondering in this valley

With a shadow

Called death

Desperately trying every trick

To inhale my last breath

As the shadow kneels

It does everything in its power

To make me feel

What is not real

Peel me of my iniquities

My infidelities

This shadow plays mind games with me

It’s crazy in here!

And i can hear the sounds

That tries to keep me bound

To thine own self be true

I’m running from my shadow

Like that scary clown from school

I am screaming out for help

I am doomed to the top shelf

Like a broken piece of china

Labeled

Afflicted!

Addicted!

It’s the wicked things I tell myself

Whew!

It’s crazy in here!

And that thing

That silly thing

That god awful thing

Called fear

Keeps echoing between my ears

And all I can hear

Is

It’s crazy in here!

Here

Here

Here

Echoing

It’s crazy in here!

Here

Here

Here

Even robots cry

To dance through a metals wave

To bend iron cast down

Built ships through this junk filled  parade

Awaiting rust

Standing still from yester years decay

Rainbows have rain

Rain has dirt

But robots have people

Who feel nothing

Even when they hurt

 

Even robots cry

 

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