to shower
with dripping drops
of wet hot water
running down
in pleasing streaks
two baptized freaks
drying each other
with erotic heat
leaving wetness
in between soft sheets
Lead me to the water Rev Dale. Sick!
Respect to every one posting HEAT in this thread. All I can say is "MORE FIYAH"..........
You bought the fiyah Bushmon! Even got femm a little hot under the um collar?
A muse has inspired me...
Layers surround you
words erode the barriers
mysterious
inquisitive one
your questions are unanswered
And i'll never tell
Intellect, beauty
I must make a confession
my interest piqued
*drops pen*
I love everything about that.
I am loving all the post by everyone. I am now on a mission to write something new, just for the board...
Let's Be Friends...........
Who can love a man more than he loves himself?
" I'll never know what makes this man, with all the love that his heart can stand, dream of ways to throw it all away..." That's a line from John Mayer's song "Gravity". It's a great song, and your poem- the frustration and sense of your desires working against you- reminds me of that song. Thanks Tex King.
I am a longtime lurker of bgol over the years I have put mad people on to the sight I think I just fell in love wit sol because of this thread! Hotness (holds hands up and snaps fingers repeatedly)
That's a spoken word thing for those of you that didn't know. Nice piece!
First Kiss by me...
Non-regulation heart beat tilts my mind sideways. Porch light highways.
Strain to maintain the focus of the night.
I take flight. Clouds whispering in my ears...seductive sirens.
Light talk and a frightened walk.
The destination hushes the insects. They pretend to sleep for the unique moment to settle down and nestle through the leaves.
Street shuffles. Hand sweats pet and drip drop into each palm pit stop.
She leans. Archs like sheet bamboo.
Her mouth flutters petals against mine. A chime of spittle snap.
Mmmmm...
Tongues turn and twist enlisting paths to lust.
Hands travel through flesh stations, testing the heart engines with new oil...new fuels and new rules.
Red cheek glee we see. See so much.
Fresh from the squeeze the angel drifts from my grip for another sunrise to smile at.
Raw! MagButch.