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ABC – What I’m good at

Yet another piece from my profile. I was trying to be cute and funny, but I don’t really know if it was appreciated. I’m getting the feeling that people don’t want to read poetry when they are looking at profiles. Oh well!

Apple eating
Butt oogling
Crepe making
And drawing too
Eagle watching
Food eating
Gift giving
Also hugging you
Ink smudging
Joke telling
Kite flying
Lip-locking, ooh
Movie watching
Netflixing
Orange peeling
Putting on a shoe
Quilt folding
Rug burning
Soup sipping
Toe tapping tunes
Upside downing
Vulva drowning
Wishful thinking
X-ray posing nude
Yes or no-ing
Zipper zipping
Now I’m out of letters
I finished this too soon

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2014 in poetry

 

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Vanilla

A smell
A lick
A suck

They all confirm
What my mind already knows
She is candy

 
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Posted by on December 18, 2013 in poetry

 

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Parting Clouds

Heaven can be found
Parting clouds with gentle kiss
Whispers bring the rain

 
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Posted by on November 18, 2013 in haiku, poetry

 

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Hair Pulling

If I were down
Between your legs
Would you hold me close?

And if I were
Atop of you, would you
Hold me as you rose?

 
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Posted by on September 24, 2013 in poetry

 

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Dessert

Upon the table
Savory-sweet silk awaits
Whispering “Eat me”

 
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Posted by on March 14, 2013 in haiku, poetry

 

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The Layover Conclusion

Twenty minutes had passed when a light knocking came from the hotel door. Maggi downed her glass of red wine and headed to the entry way of the penthouse suite. She peered through the peephole to find James coyly waiting on the other side. “Who is it?” Maggi sang, fishing for a response that would guide her next move. “Uh, me. James.” He stammered. “I forgot my key. Can I come in?” “It’s your room, honey…” She talked through the door still, making him wait. Maggi was happy to have received a request for entry instead of a demand.

“Well, are you decent?” He asked. She could hear it now. He was treading lightly, afraid to be too forward, letting her make the moves. Maggi unlocked the door and swung it wide. “Depends on what you mean by decent.” She stood in the doorway wearing one of his shirts, the top three buttons undone, leaving a great deal of cleavage. The bottom of the shirt barely dangled past the junction of her smooth thighs.

James stood there with his mouth hanging open. Finally he managed to get a few words out, “You, uh. That’s my… You look…” “You said I could wear whatever I wanted. Should I not wear your shirt?” Maggi started to undo the remaining buttons slowly. He reached out and stopped her hands then proceeded to undo the buttons himself, slowly, hands shaking a little. Once the shirt was open he slid his hands around Maggi’s waist to the small of her back and pulled her to him. Her now exposed breasts pressed against his shirt. “You look incredible,” he whispered. Her hands drifted up to either side of his face as she pressed her lips against his.

“Thank you.” She breathed as their lips broke contact. A bulge had began to press against her mid section which caused Maggi to smile. “Well, you’re easily excited,” she teased. “Yes,” James blushed, “but I’ve been picturing you naked since you stopped next to me on the plane. I couldn’t even look at you without getting turned on.” Maggi laughed “Ha! I bet you say that to all the women.” “I might if they were all as extraordinary and sexy as you.” James said, “You’re so classically beautiful-” “Hey!” she said defensively, “I took an art class in college I know what you mean by that.” Maggi pouted. “What do I mean?” he quizzed her. “That I have… an abundance of curves.”

“So what? Think about it.” James now held her at arms length and traced the contours of one breast. “From an artist’s perspective, curves are far more interesting. And fun.” Maggi melted under his touch as his fingers traced their way down her belly to the top of her panties. Two fingers slipped under the waistband and slid around the back as he pulled her towards her again. James slid his hand into her hair and pulled her head towards him so that he could kiss her. As their lips pressed together, the two fingers in the waistband became a hand that soon cupped her ass cheek.

Maggi moaned and breathed heavily as their tongues darted across each other’s lips. James broke away suddenly and turned his head towards the elevator. “Shit!” he spat. “What is it?” she asked as the sound of the elevator slowed and stopped at their floor. “Room service.” He said as the door dinged and slid open. James spun around and blocked her mostly naked body with his as a young man wheeled a cart into the room. “Sir?” the young man hesitated. “That’s fine, thank you.” James said to him. It was fairly obvious to tell that he had interrupted something and he tried his best not to stare at the hard-on in James’s pants.

As the young man stepped back into the elevator and pressed the door button, Maggi slid a hand around James’s waist and sunk it into the front of his pants. “I think he wants your cock.” She whispered as she took him into her hand. The young man’s eyes grew wide as saucers as the door finally closed. “Geezus!” James said as he pulled her hand out and turned to reprimand her. Maggi giggled and ran back into the penthouse but wasn’t quick enough to escape a swift slap on her ass. “You’re a trouble maker!” he called after her.

James pushed the cart into the room and closed the door. “Champagne?” Maggi asked. “Yes.” James said, “but I’m not sure you should have any.” “Why not?” she asked as she brushed the shirt aside and placed her hands on her hips to pout, exposing her breasts once again. “That wasn’t a nice thing to do to that poor boy. Now he won’t be able to focus all night.” “You’re right, I’ve been bad.” she said as she moved towards the cart. His grip tightened on the neck of the bottle, the muscles in his forearm tensing. Maggi knew she wouldn’t win this battle so she changed her tactic. “Spank me. And then let me have some champagne.”

“Okay. Sounds fair.” James said. He began rolling up his sleeves, indicating that he was going to take her self-prescribed punishment seriously. “Really?!” Maggi was taken aback. She hadn’t expected him to take her up on it, she thought he’d just cave in. “It was your idea,” James said “You can’t back out now.”

He took her by the wrist and led her to the dining area. “Bend over.” James said, pulling the chairs out from the heavy, dark wooden table. Maggi slowly leaned on the table, watching him with wide eyes, waiting for him to break. “No, I want you to lay on the table.” She obeyed his command and bent over further until her torso was flat on the table, her arms folded under her head.

“Now reach back here and-” “You want me to hold on to the edge?” Maggi interrupted. “First, I want you to pull down your panties.” Her hands slowly made their way towards her backside. Maggi’s thumbs slipped into the waistband and inch by inch her pale, round ass was revealed. “Now hold on to the edge.” James commanded.

As soon as she grasped the edge of the table, white-hot pain exploded from her left ass cheek. “Holy shit!” Maggi yelped as she turned her face to glare at James. His muscles tensed as he wound up internally. Her eyes squeezed shut as she prepared for another blow. A loud crack echoed in the large space of the penthouse as his hand met the right side of her bottom.

Only a few seconds passed as James fired off several slaps to each cheek in rapid succession. Maggi’s eyes watered as she continued to hold tightly to the edge. There was a long pause as James moved across the room and returned with the popping of the champagne bottle. She was expecting the lip of the bottle to meet those below her now rosy cheeks, entry would be easy as she was soaked from all the attention.

Instead of plunging it into her pussy, James poured the cool, bubbly liquid on her ass taking out some of the heat left by his hands. As the champagne ran down Maggi’s legs, soaking and pooling in her panties, his hand met it and slid up until it met her pussy. James cupped his hand against her skin holding some of the drink there as it bubbled and fizzed.

James poured a glass for the two of them then helped Maggi up from the table. “Have you ever been spanked before?” he asked her. Instead of responding with words, she flew towards him, kissing his mouth and tearing at his shirt buttons. Once Maggi was able to undo them all she pushed it from James’s shoulders then removed her borrowed one. Their bare chests pressed together, skin hot with lust. James guided her as they danced their way to the sofa. He then eased Maggi into its cushions, then knelt before her to remove her soaked undergarments. As it fell from her out stretched leg James kissed his way up her thigh until he reached her pussy. With a broad, flat tongue he licked her, taking in the sweet drink that clung to her skin and that which was her own.

“Oh god!” Maggi exhaled as James sucked and licked at her pussy. He slid one long finger inside her and matched the rhythm of his tongue. A second finger joined the first as James put pressure on her clit. Like a high precision machine he worked his hand and mouth opposite each other in perfect timing. Maggi’s body tensed as she reached orgasm, soaking his hand with ejaculate. James slowed his hand movements as he kissed his way up her abdomen. He found Maggi’s mouth with his, and lovingly brought her down from the ledge. Once she felt like she could move again, Maggi fumbled at James’s pants. She unbuttoned them and slid them down along with his boxer briefs.

With his cock in one hand she guided him to her waiting pussy. Maggi’s previous orgasm allowed James’s thick, hard member to slide inside with ease. She pulled his body in to hers as she took all of him in. James pulled back slowly the plowed into her with force as she caught her breath. He repeatedly drove his cock into her, their bodies slapping together each time. As James neared his arrival he pulled out and sprayed his cum upon her soft belly. Maggi took hold of his pulsing cock and teased the rest of James’s cocktail from it. When he could take no more he collapsed onto the sofa beside her. They caught their breath as they leaned on each other, admiring the body next to them. Their smiles and laughter were greeted by the sun breaking over the skyline of the city and into the penthouse suite.

After a short time and some small talk James cleaned up the mess he had made. He got dressed and made his way downstairs to retrieve Maggi’s dress. Following suit he tipped both the laundry service worker and the shy young man that had brought up the room service. Once back up stairs James helped Maggi dress, then they took a car to the airport. As they rode, they held hands and talked about the day ahead of them and what tomorrow would bring. It just so happened that James had an gallery opening in a city neighboring Maggi’s in the next month. They didn’t exchange numbers but she vowed to stop by and meet the artist.

 
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Posted by on March 4, 2013 in Erotica

 

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Thirst

Across the barren land
Silky smooth
Inch by burning inch
He drug his body
Leaving a trail
Making his journey
Towards a bush
Or a mirage
A place to slide
Beneath, perhaps
If he were lucky
Better though
To have a drink
A taste
A drop
A moment to
Quench
His thirst
And her desire

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2013 in poetry

 

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