‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (S&M revamp)
A kinky remake of the classic poem.
A kinky remake of the classic poem.
Allowed!
Naked at my feet you sit.
I am the creator of your darkest
dreams.
Thicker than your own blood
I surge through your viens.
Collar tight around your neck.
Raw fierce awakenings build
deep in your soul.
Your breath warm passing over
my inner thighs.
Your lead taut within my grasp.
Possessed from my lewd passion,
Aroused in your own pain.
Trembling from your carnal hunger.
Intoxicating essence veil your
sanity.
Allowed!
Unwavering devotion to quench
my lust.
Your tongue caresses my desires
while you feast upon my divine
passage.
Please Me.
And honey you shall taste.
Anger Me.
The whip on your flesh you shall
feel.
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Dream Lover
Somehow your face is in my dreams each night,
And thoughts of you come with each morning’s light.
You haven’t done a thing to bring this on,
But still I find my heart is now your pawn.
You’ve only been polite to me, it seems,
So why are you so often in my dreams?
You’re a good friend, but how I wish it would
Occur to you to be — well, less than good.
I want to find out how your kisses taste,
To feel your arms come stealing round my waist;
I think I want to have you strip me bare,
From face and breasts right down to pubic hair;
To spend the night, all night, in loving you,
And have those dreams that trouble me come true.
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Yes summer is over, hopefully it was a good one…now back to school kids…
Just a poem about two lovers on a beach…originally posted under 67Goat…
Just another poem of love, infidelity, commitment, remorse and whatever…
Just another poem…what else is new?…
i just want to see what people think, i honestly doubt this is wanking material. ive been on this site long enough to know what people like. im just hoping for an opinion. or maybe just a place to bend out my sexual frustrations, i dont know. i dont know what i want.
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…first poem of the month…
Yet another love poem…originally posted under 67Goat…
She lies on the bed, he there by her side
Skin touching skin, with nothing to hide
She closes her eyes, enjoying his touch
While knowing that he wants her so much
A smirk on his face, when kissing her ears
Escaping her lips, a moaning he hears
Slowly but soft, he traces her skin
And takes her places she’s never been
She turns around and lies on her back
Presenting herself to him like a snack
Their lips meet and tongues start to dance
He opens his eyes and takes a quick glance
He slowly moves down towards her neck
She knows it’ll happen, there’s no going back
Further and further he moves to her breast
His lips on her nipple, that is where they rest
She feels his soft tongue moving slow
And her thighs quivering down below
In between her legs, she’s leading his hand
While letting him explore her princess land
His fingers exploring wetness and heat
Moving wild but slow and soft, then repeat
Her moaning gets louder, his dick harder
With every move, he pushes her farther
She loves what he’s doing, but she wants more
After it’s all done, she wants to be sore
So he kneels up, trying to spread her legs
But she won’t let him, she wants him to beg
He looks at her and gives her a smirk
She closes her eyes, he knows that it works
She starts to relax her body and soul
While he spreads her thighs and enters her hole
In the background music is playing
And his body on top of hers laying
He moves slow, in the rhythm of the sound
With every beat, they’re more and more bound
Moving in and out, going slow and fast
Both of them wish it would forever last
Holding on tight, then letting it go
Their satisfaction increasingly grows
Slowly reaching the climax of pleasure
By holding on to it like a treasure
Satisfied and exhausted for the night
Both of them truly filled with delight
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For my fiance, who died shortly after her 40th birthday…
A poem for the holidays, while you’re home for the holidays…
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
For Nancy, who says I don’t speak enough…well, sometimes…
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat
An erotic perversion of the classic Poe tale.
Do It Now
Your sausage spreads my walls so far apart
And goes so far inside it scrapes my heart;
No other man could ever fill me so
Or make me come so often, that I know.
The orgasms you give me wear me out,
But God! that’s not a thing to beef about!
I want your beef inside me ev’ry night,
Over and over till the morning light.
I want to feel your rod explode in me,
Not trapped in latex, natural and free.
I want to feel your semen fill my cave
And wash away my senses with its wave.
I want you so much that I can’t see straight,
I want you now, and I don’t want to wait!
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Yet another love poem…classic poetry…a 67Goat poem.
Yet another love poem originally posted under 67Goat…
I have no idea where the inspiration for this one came from…