Visions of Beauty

She's rhythmic; swaying, swinging hips gyrate,
Her finger bends - come closer - drawing me,
expose black lace, entice my eyes to fate,
the briefest glimpses tempt my mind to see.

My torment; watching arching flowing curves,
unbowed my passion kindles calcine heat,
each move a sensual loving hors d'oeurvre,
her body tantalizing on bed sheet.

She pulsates; flirting fingers turning tricks,
she’s twisting hardened peaks of desire,
my beauty taunts me with sighing licks,
on pouted lips she sings orgasm’s fire.

My vision: entertained by lust’s dance,
rewarding tastes of honey with kisses,
to watch my pleasure assay to romance,
the temptation of tease reminisces,

Her magnate: the seduction of my soul,
acquiesced lust performed for sapphic need,
angel of moon light yielding her control,
yet holds the power to fulfil my greed.

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Intricate Lies

I'm caught in her trap of intricate lies,
Ensnared by the promise of silken sighs,
A liaison between pale velvet thighs,
The oldest indiscretion my demise.

Enticing kiss laced with sweet sugar spice,
That lured me into her dark den of  vice,
My sensual heat she torments with ice,
Her passion delights come at a high price.

In lustful advances she marked my card,
As cacoethes for love leave me scarred,
By flames of sexual intension charred,
The fall to sin when I lowered my guard.

Entwined in tendrils of scented roses,
A caged bird’s tears as her love reposes,
Each weakness of heart deftly exposes,
As her will over my own imposes.
 

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Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

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A Mistress' Love

Chains hold her down her body restricted
she is at My disposal to use as I see fit
A gentle caress, a lover’s tender touch
Teasing her skin in the glow of the candles lit

she trusts Me with all that she is, safe
In the knowledge I will not harm her, she is Mine
she is precious, valued, worthy, My beloved
she belongs to and with Me until the end of time

The touch of cold ice on her breasts, a gasp
Then the burn of the molten wax as it falls on her skin
The extremes of sensation break down her fear
Now My beloved our fun can begin

her gasps and pleas as she fights her need
Feed My hunger to release her darkest desire
Dominance and submission, opposites we are
We balance each other with ice and fire

In return for her most precious gift
Of herself to Me, of herself nothing less
I protect, love, nurture, and guide,
To free her to release her inner tigress

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