when the lipstick is lost



when the lipstick is lost,

take me take me take me take me take me take me take me

console me



concalf me



conbooty me



inveigle my pervious flesh into the imperious debauchery 5 gega closer to the seventh heaven than the acme of my 4seeing-opals



let your cherry arse be the red rag expediting my throbs



be foxy



vipery



be serpentine



take the cum quite sheer from the under-cock two pistachios of my own



coz this night



I'd love to ejaculate rearward rather than forth



let the semen trickle



from those egged balls



into ur ravenous ingurgitative throat



when the lipstick is lost



exhaust all snow-white juices



& get ur lips painted



with the eventually-oozing strawberry juice-like blood









EROTIC DREAM

When I lay on your bedspread,

with my legs open wide..

my body quivers,

when you lick my inner thighs.

When you thrust inside me,

and I feel your mushroom head..

I say fuck me harder,

I don't want it to end.

I'm lost in the aroma,

of your erotic scent..

making me moan more,

as you've got me bent..

over with your full thickness,

engorged deep in my ass,

oooh baby that feels good..

I don't want this feeling to pass!!

Before...During...and After
Hating to go to sleep
For fear I might miss something
Only to close them to see her
To feel her hair upon my face
She hovers over me looking into each others soul
Anticipating to kiss or to enjoy the moment
She leans down to place her lips on mine
Parting our mouths for tongues to tease
So gentle and soft this kiss will be ( it is my dream after all)
Slowly kissing, tongues lusting after the others
Hands embraced, legs parted together, heart to heart
As this is the love before

Something so basic can turn into so much
Blood flows to each others love making tools
My dick hardens as her clit swells
Just over this passionate kiss
As I think what her lips and tongue would feel on my dick
As to mine on her clit
For we have a kiss they don't want to end
A grasp they don't want to let go
An embrace we don't want to part

With graceful moves we remove each others clothes
Stopping at places for subtle kisses
Changing positions to make love to each other by the numbers
To enjoy each others fruits.
She engulfs as Im lapping
As our bodies twitch to earn what is rightfully ours
We enjoy each others nectar
Retreating to each of our lips
To share this fruit cocktail
Face to face again stairing into each others eyes
Before the kiss they don't want to end
This is the love during

She places me deep inside her
As she welcomes everything that I have
Our movements seem to move to world;
Atleast our own
The sighs, the moans, and the deep breaths as we kiss
Our hearts pounding to each others
Our bodies tense as we climax together
As we return from heavens high
Looking into each others eyes
The kiss that doesnt want to end
The hands grasped together
This is the love after.

Start As You Mean To Go On



We all enter this world in the same way

Soaked in blood, screaming and quite bare




Marriage Views

Men will say of matrimony
“Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free”
While women say of marriage
“Why buy the whole pig just to get a little sausage”

A Love Game

The game of love
Unlike others that might
Is never called off
On account of bad light

Miss Right

I've been searching all my life
For Miss Right to be my wife
At last I find the one, I think
I’m wed before I’ve time to blink
Alas, regret for all my days
For her first name is always

Trouble and Strife

I've often wanted to drown my troubles
Loose them in the foaming bubbles
But alas my chances are dimming
As I can't get my wife to go swimming

She Wood

If a man is stood
Talking in a wood
Only to himself
And no one else
His wife is not near
And so cannot hear
So if he is stood
Talking in a wood
Out of the throng
Is he still wrong?
But if you live your life in the right way

That kind of thing doesn't have to stop there



Holy Cow



Who was the first person

Maybe a man maybe a woman

To stand in a field one day

And look at a cow and say

“I'll give them a squeeze

The dangly things, these

And then without a doubt

I’ll drink whatever comes out”



A Cautionary Tale



Since the time

I had unprotected sex

With my next door neighbour’s daughter

I’ve had this itch

And I’ve had this rash

And I’ve had trouble passing water



That Rings A Bell



This is the tale of a solo bell ringer

Caught with the rope around his dinger

The vicar made the shock discovery

And then tolled the man off promptly



Clever



I like this saying

I think it’s clever

It’s better to copulate

Than never

Dirty Sex poems

(19) Roses are red

Lemons are sour

Open ur legs and give me an hour



Kissing Is A Habit

Fucking Is A Game

Guys Get All The Pleasure

Girls Get All The Pain



10 Minutes Of Pleasure

9 Months Of Pain

3 Days In The Hospital

A Baby Without A Name

The Baby Is A Bastard

The Mother Is A Whore

This Woulda Never Happend If The Rubber Hadn't

Tore!!



Sex is like math

You subtract the clothes

Add the bed

Divide the legs

And Pray to god

You dont multiply



Roses are red

Grass is green

Open your legs

And I'll fill you with cream



Hickory dickory dock

This bitch was suckin my cock

The clock struck two

I dumped my goo

And dumped her to the end of the block



Sex is good

Sex is fine

Doggy Style & 69

Just for fun

Or gettin paid

Everyone likes gettin laid



Sex is evil

Sex is a sin

Sins are forgiven

So stick it in!!!



roses are nice

violets are fine.

ill be the six

if you be the nine.


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Christmas Dick from St. Nick
Poem Image
Santa slid head first down my chimney
I was there to greet him with my warm pussy
I told Santa “he gets no milk and cookies”
Instead he has to taste my cream and nookie

He moved his white beard to the side
Then he stuck his tongue deep inside
After a few thrust, he slid it up to my pearl
Gently giving her a few swirls

I apologize to all the little girls and boys
This year Santa will be late with y’all toys

You see…..when my letter reached the North Pole
It read “Santa cum block my moist pink hole,
I’ve been a very bad girl this year
I need you to stop by with Rudolph and the other reindeer”

Oh, wow! I can’t believe I’m fucking St. Nick
Your jolly round ass know how to work the dick
I really wanted to be naughty and nice
So, I sucked Santa’s dick without thinking about it twice

Santa begins to sing………..

You better watch out
I’m going to make you shout
I’m not pulling out
I’m from the North, not the South
I’m about to shoot this cum in your mouth

Santa Claus is cumming, right now!
Santa Claus is cumming, right now!
Santa
Claus
Is
cumming,
right
now!

Ok, Santa! It’s time for you to get back on your sleigh
I know you have to get on your “merry” lil way
My, my, my…….that was one hell of a lay!

BEST FOR LAST

Poem Image

Glances inviting

Impure thoughts are racing,

butterflies in their stomachs,

she wants to be his for the tasting.



Her kitty is purring as he opens her legs,

her eyes roll as she arches her back.

The juicier she gets with delight,

the louder his mouth starts to smack.



Hard and waiting he pushes her down,

its her turn to lick the lollipop now,

her knees hit the ground.



Her tongue so vigorous

and mouth so wet,

damn he thought,

"this is as good as it gets"



But he spoke to soon,

she had saved the best for last.

She climbed on top of him backwards

so he could watch,

as he slapped her perfect ass.



First she rolled it slow

then she bounced it fast,

if he didn't move her now,

he knew he wouldn't last.



He picked her up and laid her down

grabbing her curvacious thighs,

he put it in with a gentle thrust

while staring into her eyes.



Bodies covered in beads of sweat

passions are wild and deep,

sighs of ecstasy are getting louder,

their bodies are getting weak.



They roll over once more,

he has her where he wants her,

she is down on all four.



Grabbing a hand full of her hair

he is giving her all hes got,

she screams out "yes right there"

just as he is taking his final shot.
MMMM MMMM MMMM TAKE ME PLEASE TAKE ME

A GOOD NIGHT

Squeeze me

Suck me

Lick me

Fuck me...

Hold me tightly,

I want you to ride me.



Slap me

Spank me

Pull my hair

Choke me...

I want your body,

I love it when your naughty.



Want me

Need me

Guide me

Lead me...

Pull me close,

Don't let me go.



Whatever you want from me,

I will be.

I can be a good girl,

or I can be dirty.



As long as when

all is said and done,

and you lay me down to sleep...

You whisper softly in my ear,

and kiss me tenderly.

TASTEY
Poem Image
mmm you taste so good

I want to lick you

I love to suck you

Hard on the outside
Soft on the inside

My mouth waters looking at you

You give me chills

I cant help but to crave you

You melt in my mouth
oh wait...you melt in my hands too

First I suck
Then I lick till I cant lick anymore
I devour you all up

mmmm I love Creamcicles

Push
Push
Push it in slow
Glide in
Wide
Thick and grind it
Make me smile
See my faces
Got my body achin
Ain’t noway to fake this
Build it up papi
I’m at your will
Wind those hips
Got my insides churning like a wind mill
My mind is clear
Not time for fear or worries
We gettin carried
To a place where
All actions are intence
I can not hold you
The speed is building
My heart is beating
I’m pacing
Watchin you moan
I like to see my work
Watch it twerk
Push, push, push

Put it on me
Lay it on me
Feel it pushin
The walls grippin
We comin baby
Keep it pushin…by LaShanda M

Mis labios



Mis labios te recorren lentamente

mientras te excitas inmensamente

Una inmensa pasión tu placer aumenta

y mi boca dulcemente te atormenta.

Siento el fuego palpitante,

de tu cuerpo vibrante.



Mis labios desciendan suavemente

donde más desea tu mente.

Tu movimiento excitante,

invita a mi boca provocante,

reposar en tu perfumada flor

para despertar todo tu ardor.



Tus pétalos se abren para embriagarme de placer

y mis sentidos no dejan de arder.



Mis labios comienzan una rítmica succión,

acelerando tu emoción,

te estremeces con ansiedad,

y deseo sentir tu humedad.



Mientras tu cuerpo toco,

el deleite te provoco.

Esperando ansioso la transformación,

de tu rostro marcado por la pasión.



Cierta parte en mi se está hinchando,

y mis caderas desean andando,

hacerte sentir muy bien,

en un rítmico vaivén.



Entonces me invitas con pasión

a sentir mareas de emoción.

Tu cuerpo me acelera la emoción

y siento un torrente de pasión,



Sientes el momento culminante

y te apresuras a sentir ese instante,

en un vaivén desenfrenado,

con tu cuerpo caliente y mojado.

Tus flujos se deslizan

y tus gemidos se agudizan.



Un estremecimiento me hace flotar,

y nuevamente me invitas a navegar,

en un mar de placer,

donde mil cosas hacer.



Mis labios

Mis labios te recorren lentamente
mientras te excitas inmensamente
Una inmensa pasión tu placer aumenta
y mi boca dulcemente te atormenta.
Siento el fuego palpitante,
de tu cuerpo vibrante.

Mis labios desciendan suavemente
donde más desea tu mente.
Tu movimiento excitante,
invita a mi boca provocante,
reposar en tu perfumada flor
para despertar todo tu ardor.

Tus pétalos se abren para embriagarme de placer
y mis sentidos no dejan de arder.

Mis labios comienzan una rítmica succión,
acelerando tu emoción,
te estremeces con ansiedad,
y deseo sentir tu humedad.

Mientras tu cuerpo toco,
el deleite te provoco.
Esperando ansioso la transformación,
de tu rostro marcado por la pasión.

Cierta parte en mi se está hinchando,
y mis caderas desean andando,
hacerte sentir muy bien,
en un rítmico vaivén.

Entonces me invitas con pasión
a sentir mareas de emoción.
Tu cuerpo me acelera la emoción
y siento un torrente de pasión,

Sientes el momento culminante
y te apresuras a sentir ese instante,
en un vaivén desenfrenado,
con tu cuerpo caliente y mojado.
Tus flujos se deslizan
y tus gemidos se agudizan.

Un estremecimiento me hace flotar,
y nuevamente me invitas a navegar,
en un mar de placer,
donde mil cosas hacer.

En las Huellas de Mis Pies
Siempre miraba al cielo
buscando el amanecer…
…siempre olvidé que el mundo
se movía bajo mis pies.

Y al tropezar, al traspiés,
mi mente cayó, y pensé:

¿Quién sostiene mi carga
cada día al renacer?,
¿quién me mueve por el mundo
cortando el aire y sin red?…
…mis pies

¿Quién brinca, baila, salta,..
patalea la frustración?,
¿quien mantiene mi equilibrio,
en vertical posición?
¿quién me hace sentir vivo
en sensual emoción
y en cosquilleo vibrante
transforma en risa el dolor?…
…mis pies…¿Quién sino?

Caminando van marcando
el trazo de mis anhelos,
de mis triunfos y fracasos
abriendo brecha en el suelo.

Pies que se clavan.…
pies que caminan,
que nos hieren y nos miman,
que se sienten hierba fresca
cuando descalzos caminan.

Pies de música en los ritmos,
taconeos y algarabías
que golpean a la Tierra
sentimientos y poesía.

Pies que se yerguen amantes,
anhelando de puntillas,
un beso, una mirada…:
…son del alma zapatillas.

Pies ardientes, sudorosos,
juguetones, y armoniosos,…
…porteadores de Conciencias:
olvidados,…generosos.

Pies que levantan mis ojos:
horizonte desarmado,
que se extiende ante mi rostro
amplio, limpio,…desnudado.

Pies de amor, pies de alegría,
de sensualidad: placer…
De dolores en la muerte:
…fríos al atardecer.

Cimientos del corazón,
donde el espíritu mora
experimentando el mundo
a cada paso en la aurora.

¡Ay Dios!, si llega el día
y no soportáis mi alzado,
mi cuerpo irá muriendo
al permanecer postrado.

Alma en pié,
mientras tu sueñes,
erguida sobre la Tierra,
a mis pies rendiré culto
pues la Vida…
…está en sus huellas.

Algunas amistades son eternas



Algunas veces encuentras en la vida

una amistad especial:

ese alguien que al entrar en tu vida

la cambia por completo.

Ese alguien que te hace reir sin cesar;

ese alguien que te hace creer que en el mundo

existen realmente cosas buenas.

Ese alguien que te convence

de que hay una puerta lista

para que tú la abras.

Esa es una amistad eterna…



Cuando estás triste

y el mundo parece oscuro y vacío,

esa amistad eterna levanta tu ánimo

y hace que ese mundo oscuro y vacío

de repente parezca brillante y pleno.

Tu amistad eterna te ayuda

en los momentos difíciles, tristes,

y de gran confusión.

Si te alejas,

tu amistad eterna te sigue.

Si pierdes el camino,

tu amistad eterna te guía y te alegra.

Tu amistad eterna te lleva de la mano

y te dice que todo va a salir bien.



Si tú encuentras tal amistad

te sientes feliz y lleno de gozo

porque no tienes nada de qué preocuparte.

Tienes una amistad para toda la vida,

ya que una amistad eterna no tiene fin.



Saludo al amigo (Antonio Aliberti)

A Roberto Santoro

No es que a veces me olvide,
sólo que hoy te recuerdo más,
y no resisto a la vieja costumbre de saludarte;
decirte por ejemplo que aquí estoy,
con mis castillos de arena intactos
(cuando sopla fuerte el viento, uno sopla más);
con dos hijos que crecen como el abrazo
que guardo en el pecho desde aquel día;
que nadie ha borrado tu nombre
y sigue habiendo una silla
con las formas de tu cuerpo y tu calor.
(Si alguien dijera que no estás, ¿qué probaría?
Puede más tu voz, como una herida que no tiene cura).
Para cuando vuelvas
-en un cuarto del mundo-
se encenderá otra vez la mesa
para reanudar la charla que dejamos inconclusa:
ambos nos miraremos desde ventanas abiertas.
No falta mucho: al irte, no dijiste adios.

Serenidad

Amo la serenidad de ciertas horas,
polvo de eternidad,
taciturna belleza que hay en ciertas tardes
que duermen como niño en su cuna.

No hay símbolos,
sólo voces que suben a la ventana
y comentan su oficio de orfebrería,
de tierra removida bajo la semilla del cielo.
Bebo a pequeños sorbos la reiteración de la brisa
y siento pasar por mis dedos el tiempo,
como cuentas de un rosario.
Hasta que la noche
cae a mis pies como pájaro ciego.