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Damocles 10h
When all it takes is a warm whisper,
Trailing fingers along your curved edges
To break the dam within you,
I know your mine.

When you’re eager,
On your knees looking up to your god
Tongue out to receive communion
So well behaved, a sinner angel
I know you’re mine.

Beg me to break
So I can pick up the pieces
Remold you like clay,
Toys in our games—
You like to play
You Beg me to break.
I’ll pick up the pieces.

“You are mine.”
Carnal love
I gasp, for breath...fading away, below you
helpless, beneath the deluge, of you.
Heat rises, and steams, a rosy flush,
into pale, cold cheeks...
as you waterfall above me,
and I turn my face up to you, in gratitude.

I am a dry...arid flower...
dominate me, with your downpour.
Keep me moaning, in little, breathless gasps...
drunk, on your deluge,
lusting, for the gentle, seething weight,
of your measured, eager touch...
so thirsty, for your rain,
as you slick parted lips, in waves.

Slowly...almost painfully
I ache, and writhe
as you pour over me,
and I gulp, hard,
against your hot embrace.

Mmmmm...lover...caress my bare skin
stream, relentlessly
across the peaks, and valleys
of my dripping, naked body.

I'm so wet, beneath you.
Every dance of droplets,
across these spreading hips,
and long, feminine legs...
every prolonged, whispering touch...
every sweet, steaming kiss,
steals my breath away,
and leaves me shuddering,
quivering,
groaning, helplessly,
beneath the lick of your warmth
across these rounded, fleshy cheeks.

I die, a little more, each time
you wash over me,
As I drink you in
...unashamed of the little pool,
you've got forming beneath my bare feet,
and tightly curled toes.

I'm...drenched,
tingling, from my head,
to my toes...
soaked, but satisfied,
beneath the incredible force, of you.

...I just can't get enough, of you.
Ode, to my showerhead 🚿❤️ #prorevenge
Head to toe,
All the places, I wish to go,
Exploring every inch of your skin,
Flesh, Heart, Mind and deep within.

North to south, east to west,
in this journey, your whole, my quest.
A passage to the secret chamber,
Will unlock for me, a true lover.

Will crawl through my lips,
With a break at your hips.
Every part of you is a bliss,
I would never want to miss.

Attractive mountains filled with nectar,
The sweetest, I have tasted ever.
In mammary glands, a treasure stored,
nutrition for newborns, un-compared.

A joyful and wildest ride,
To reach & delve in the site you hide.
To get drenched in a river that flows,
Where life evolves and only one knows.

Want to seize, fresh blooming flower,
**** out all the honey, I will devour.
Want to make you feel,
That heaven is for real.

Scrolling, tip to toe, with my touches,
Covering your whole, with my smooches.
For breakfast, lunch and dinner,
My apatite, you are my platter.

Sweat from your warm body,
Beautifully resides, tidy
on your skin, each drop
Like a fresh morning dewdrop.

Providing ultimate pleasure,
With intense pressure,
And my naughty gesture,
Will lead you to heights, I assure.

Up and down I travel,
Every stop is a marvel.
A miraculous place, your navel,
Beneath which, next wonder, another level.

Some time on top,
and at time down I drop.
Emotion's playful game, one on one,
At the end both will win.

I want you to feel me in your nerves,
When I journey through the curves.
Pouring my love without any measure,
Moments together, we shall treasure.

I'll dive into places dark & deepest,
Thoughts of you makes me, a craziest,
Yet an act, sacred and purest,
For soul partners, not for tourists.

Your every touch, Electrifies my veins,
Powers up, propelling the plains.
Heavy Storms and thunders,
Leading to heavy cloudy rains.

My love for you, always pure,
Will retain this forever, I'm sure.
A journey that I want to cherish,
Until the day I perish.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Desynchronized glances,
evaporate
into long, ravenous gazes.

Each of us is a mirrored pool,
a reflecting pond,
that the other could swan-dive, into,
facefirst, and drown in.

We drip hotly
and melt, for each other,
like simmering rivers
of molten candle wax.
I twist around you
like a curl, of oiled hemp.
Your fingers tense, grip,
and peel back the skin, of
cotton thigh highs
as your face elongates,
and your mouth, moves...

languorous tongue,
trailblazing downwards
from the mons veneris,
to worship, devoutly,
at my sacred shrine, below.
The slippery wetness,
of exposed thigh
slicks, and grazes,
your stubbled cheeks
tenderly perfuming
the tensed column,
of your working throat,
with my feminine scent.

We interlock, tongue and groove.

Your tongue tip flicks the nub,
back and forth,
like an ignition switch,
as the engine hums, to life.

You stoke my fires,
with every lingual stroke.
You blow my torch,
into a fervid flame
that spreads heat throughout
the inner chamber,
and you warm your face
in its baking, radiant glow.

I bite down, delirious with ecstasy,
into the skin, of my own tensing arms;
wrists bound, in python restraints, overhead:
resisting the force, of the virulent scream
forcibly spreading, throughout pink lungs.

Yes...oh, God, yes.

I churn, from the hips, down
raining, into your expectant face,
mouth pealed, helplessly, for the scream...
and the sunlight breaks overhead
as I smile brightly, and collapse, around you.

...Oh...puddin'...have mercy, on me.

Now...

we separate,
and interchange places, smoothly.

Your hands, dig, into the voluminous depths
of loosely bound, twin comet tails.
You wrap their trailing, cherry cola ends,
around tight, clenched knuckle fists,
as my lips, purr, against ever-expanding skin.

Don't you dare...let go,
of these handlebars, baby,
as I rev up, hard,
hit a wet patch, and SLIDE.

....Hold on tight, to me, and RIDE.
Vrooom, vrooom! <3
STOP; Now that you're finished, you will now, forever be done;
For I have a chance now to grow, while your life from here will flop;

DROP; Did you get your rocks off, during your twisted, distasteful, fun?
Let the truth be known, let the confessions begin to flow!
YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU DID TO ME EVEN:
IF I WAS WEARING SHORTS AND A CROP TOP!!

&ROLL; It's time I start helping to put people like you away!
It's time for myself, and more people to;
get the strength and the courage and the;
Ability and the freedom to open up and finally say;
WE ARE SPEAKING UP, AND GIVING OUT NAMES!!
WE ARE NO LONGER ASHAMED, FOR WE ARE NOT THE;
CAUSE OF YOUR PITIFUL SHAME!!!
WE ARE SPEAKING UP AND SEEKING JUSTICE AND REBORN INNOCENCE!!
If our lives have to be changed, then so does yours;
Perverts LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE THE SAME;
IT"S TIME FOR PERVERTS LIKE YOU, TO;
BE DECAPITATED LIKE USELESS SERVANTS!

STOP; Your time has come to an end, no longer the sunlight you shall see;
Oh and trust me, you will be going to hell, nowhere near the heavens up top;

DROP; I will create my own valley because of disgraces like you;
You only gave myself and others the power, to finally set ourselves free;
We will gather together, and spread the words "NO AND STOP"

&ROLL; I hope the day you meet your final demise,
not one person has a tear to cry
And I hope not one person has the audacity to ask why
Because when we were too young, we lost ourselves and our innocents
BUT THAT'S ALL GOING TO CHANGE, BECAUSE;
WE ARE GOING TO START TAKING CONTROL!

Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/19/2025
Leya Apr 17
Words, perhaps—emotions mirrored,
More than letters, they are—reminds the lover.
As the 5, 4, 3 takes over their vows,
Flaunting its beauty,
They embrace one another.

Beauty she is—perhaps a swan,
Gentle he is—perhaps the lake.
A perfect picture they draw together,
As they ring one another—at 5.

A duel now sparks with fury,
Hearts quickly turn to ashes.
None ready to accept their mistake,
“Sorry” hides behind their fate,
While the red thread turns vague.

"Nothing lasts forever," says the bard,
As Romeo and Juliet turn into tale.
The 5 and 4 meet their end—
A mere word, says the very same mate.

“Lover’s quarrel,” says the blonde.
“It’s the ring!” says the brunette.
“Did love ever win the race?”
Questions the bird,
As it fails to accept their fate.

Forgetful they are of their 5, 4, 3s,
The following numbers turning pale.
Now, tell your goodbyes to the poem.
'Cause you see, my love—
Love’s sour, sorry’s burnt, and bye’s bitter.

I shall go; now, you decide—
Whether you will say your 5, 4, 3s,
Or let the past collide.
Love, Sorry and Bye ..3 difficult words infact.
ab ja na Apr 17
i want food
i want to eat and sleep and be pampered
like a brat cat that gets so much love
enough of being a dog, it is tiring
and i think i am living in dog years
wait i was about to say cat years,
i want to live in tortoise years
as a tortoise
The child in me wants to grow up to become a tree.
The adult wants to die into it.
Damocles Apr 16
Her lips are black cherry,
Glistening with the slick of gloss
I want to taste her like a cola,
Drink her down until I’m full
Refreshed by her deliciousness.

Her curves cascade in perfect S shapes
A figure eight, and I ache to grip her waist
Pull her porcelain smooth skin to me
Embrace in the way lovers tango after dark
Her red hair was the color of burgundy velvet
So soft like rich silk in the grip of curled fists.

We love with a thunder of gods,
Clash like a tide against the shore—
Moving heaven and earth like Luna’s luminous pull
Shaking the foundation of this house to its roots,
As the walls crack in aghast gasps
And peek through their new see-through gaps.

She is a *****,
And I am the wolf,
Hungry as ever,
She feeds me submission
Let's me dominate her tender
And we both sweat upon the leather.
Lips like black cherry,
Glistening with the slick of gloss
I want to taste her like a cola.
🌶️Adults only🌶️ Seriously, don't read this if you're under 18.

Honestly, this came to me while drinking a black cherry soda lol
Damocles Apr 14
If I could compare it,
It would be like kerosene to a flame, combusting when mixed.

A Fourth of July spectacle,
As bodies collide to thunderous applause,
And all the colors expand in the clash,
Like an explosion of blooming flowers,
Scented with our filth and sweat.

If I could describe it,
It would be carnal, unmentionably visceral.
How the grip of hair pulled back causes such sounds,
And pools of waves crash from your shore to the boat mast,
Begging me to come to sea and ride in your tropical waters.

We are a storm,
Fronts mixed until the twisting begins,
And like a cyclone, this room becomes ground zero.
Broken lamp shades, decimated sheets,
Bed frames torqued and twisted.
We are animals of nature, driven by a need,
Like an addict’s itch to scratch beyond the surface.

If I could, I would bottle it like a Red Bull,
Sell it to give others a taste of your wings,
Intertwined with the notes of my demonic horns,
Rooted with ginger and a splash of lemon,
And all the dopamine a depressed person should need.

It is that good, and you are a drug I could never quit.
A kiss upon the peach flesh,
Or tender lips, with just a hint of mint.
🌶️ADULTS ONLY 🌶️🌶️ piece came to me from a dream, this is my way of trying to describe the dream.
You don’t know how to party;

this is the part where you admit that you only love me partly –
and this is why we’re feeling each other with no emotion. And for
the interest of love: you’re a bank that’s hardly open. Some days
you’re such are keeper, other times I’m your secret keeper – so dark,
so deep, the secrets that you keep;
telling me how to taste all the
lies on your lips.

Burning me inside; dreaming of your fiery lips – there’s that filth
in driving my thoughts into you; taking ourselves to a gearing fifth.
You and I are both ******* up sometimes, like this world – where
man screws mother nature; treating her like a ****.

And that's why we’re not the love for each other; when the love
we have for one another, comes from a place of where we’re both
still trying to understand who we are to each other.

We forgot the part, where we're supposed to be lovers!
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