We are all in this together
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Posted:May 15, 2013 7:56 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2014 10:48 am
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A sticky introduction here...
I hope to use this blog to post writings, prose and poetry, and observations.
Please feel free to comment on anything posted, or to contact me regardless. For myself, I do my darnedest not to pass judgement, life is too short for that. I hope you agree.
Lastly, I think that a site like this is best with mutual respect for each other, after all, we are in this together. Enjoy!
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Poem: Candlelight Dance
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Posted:Jan 9, 2014 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2014 11:29 pm
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Being the recipient of another's eroticism is a wondrous pleasure... but your responsive reciprocation is a gift for both, and the door for so much more.
Candlelight Dance
Here is how I see you tonight A reflection in the glass....
Electric rhythm softly pounds I see you move with grace To me you come The steady drum I move seductively Our hands entwine You sway divine My eyes upon your face.
The candlelight does tease my eyes Your body teases me You sweetly slide From side to side Your form upon my own To you I vow To love you now For we are here alone.
You pull my hands up higher as You place them on your breasts You spiral down, then up again Nails dragging on my chest I feel a pounding in my loins Your movement surely sires And as you slide along my length You're fanning all my fires And all the while you smile at me Your eyes are locked with mine I scent your sweetness rise to me Forever would I dine For there could be no other That could make me feel this way And yet you pull away from me It thrills me how you play! You move alone, your fingers roam I love the way you tease And when they slide between your lips I am brought down to my knees For I am overpowered By your sensuality I cannot help but hold myself Until you come for me.
The candlelight does tease my eyes Your Eros teases me You beckon me To you I rise For you my passion cries To bed, we'll play Here everyday For you, I'll always be.
And this is what I see tonight... This dance of you and me.
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Poem: Melt
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Posted:Sep 20, 2013 11:52 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2014 6:07 pm
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The senses... without them, sex and lovemaking are simply release.
Melt
The kiss inside me melts When I muse on your sweet lips To wander and roam With the wetness you own To raise my desire And set me on fire! You melt me wet with your kiss.
This velvety love that you share, So precious and rare, you take me with dare The sweetest, most wonderful kiss To love me like this.
The soul inside me melts When you raise me with your touch To trace and to tease And bring me forth to please Explore with your fingers Caress here and linger You melt me deep with your touch.
With velvety swirls you excite Caress to ignite, you freely incite And launch me to sensuous fire You feed my desire.
My hesitation melts When you rub against me now Your wetness of wine Delicious and divine You wet me with passion You melt me whole with your love.
Your garden is moist without fear You're bringing me near with loving so dear Show me with your wetness how You're wanting me now.
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Poem: Our Desire
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Posted:Aug 17, 2013 5:49 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 4:36 am
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Keeping with the belief that loving physically and emotionally are shared experiences, and not rendered by one hand alone; it's important for me to remember, anyway, that it takes two (or more!)
Our Desire
To have you here with me... our hunger on this night You crave me with your kiss, I crave to fill you tight. Your need now, is to take me, in every way you can My want will let you do what is pleasure to this man.
For as we kiss tonight, and we embrace with love Our touches bring us to what we've been dreaming of. I touch your length completely, I linger where you feel The deepest of your passions, where loving is so real.
I touch you light and gently, yet with Eros to excite Your body moves here with me, our passion is so right. You reach below and grasp me, your hands, erotic touch It quivers 'neath your fingers, and loves this feel so much!
We rock and sway delicious, sweet dancing with our hands The candlelight revealing what our needs here do command For now you choose to grace me, an extraordinary kiss And lower down to face me, to share with me your bliss.
You pull me hungry to you, you grasp me from behind I feel your breath upon me, I think I'll lose my mind! Your lips do part here for me, their want reveals your tongue This beauty drives me wild, with what is to be done.
Your hands now grab upon my hips, your breasts upon my thighs Caressing it upon your face, it hardens to its size For trace then, here upon me, your tongue, so wet and warm With silkiness you tease along this throbbing, rigid form.
And now your hands do seize me as you bring me to your lips Your breath is warm upon me, and control here nearly slips My pleasured gasps encourage as you finally take me whole And cover me delicious as my hips begin to roll.
You bring me such excitement as you slide along its length A suckling kiss that charms me deep, much deeper than you'd think For here, this beauteous woman, the savior of my heart She takes me oh, so sweetly, I'm captured by her art.
I feel release is nearing as you taste me to devour To and fro you slide on me, this sweet and pleasured hour You love me wetly with your tongue, your moans raise my desire Your lips caress with velvet touch, you've set this man on fire!
For if my eyes could close right now, I'd see but blinding light Still, I could never take them from this dear, delightful sight And as our eyes return a kiss, my passions start to spill Your muffled moans, volcanic flow, your kiss I do now fill.
My cries of pleasure rack me hard, you taste me so complete You taste me sweetly with your love, I'm shaking on my feet And now I lower so that I can kiss you deep and long And hold you close to share our heat, our sighs become a song.
I love you like I've never dreamed, you've set my soul aflame I feel emotions well inside, I want for you the same For as our lips caress my want, they're raising up your need I gently lay you on your back, for soon my love will feed.
I know that always you will want, to share your love so free And with your kiss I celebrate this angel sent to me.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Poem: Delicious
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Posted:Aug 3, 2013 9:41 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 4:36 am
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By now, you may be under the impression that I love going down on a woman... you'd be right!
Delicious
Delicious you are, delicious you'll be A sweet taste of heaven you soon are for me For as I dream lightly and as I dream tight I dream how I'll find you, I'll dream this tonight.
No matter to where and less so to when It's now, as we slumber, my kisses I'll send To cover your face, your neck and your hair And tease you delightful, you'll know I've been there.
These kisses precede a most sensuous touch To tempt you to passions we are wanting so much For each time I see you my senses ignite Desiring to kiss you and hold you so tight.
Along with my touches, along with my kiss Petals from roses, to cover with bliss Your body, that I dream of, to kiss you complete My lips move these petals to taste you so sweet.
For this is my dream, of you I devour To taste you completely, on this midnight hour For as we both rest, and as we both lay These lips long to take you in every way.
Your beauty compels me, I dream how you'll be When passion is ours and it's left up to we To share as we're meant, and to do as we may Your beauty does keep me alive in this way.
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Poem: Peace Upon You
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Posted:Jul 16, 2013 12:49 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 4:36 am
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You know, even amidst a culture and history of material gain and accumulation, there are some things that cannot be overvalued...
Peace Upon You
Had I brought some peace upon you When you were wrapped in time felt need? Or calling it want, you think I don't see Confusing for lust, when we sit so lost? For this night we share no dreams of sorrow For we feel no need to build one for each other And now we share one tiny dream A moment when it's us we see With this lustful love of what could be...
Said complications set aside, for this, our brief respite And seeking in that moment, for here, just right Thus kneeling before you, my hands locked in yours Your eyes glisten brightly, your robe somehow loose Your thighs shiver slightly, my arms lay upon them Our gaze locked so tightly, with your heart now open And your legs part open, with your trust, here waiting Gentle lust borne of love...
Your hands in mine, they start the calling I rise up to your eyes, my mouth finds yours Our moans cry abandon, heartbeats withstanding My kiss descends slowly, your neck found deftly My lips slide gently, sweetly... softly Wet taste on your skin, breasts heave dearly Their taut rise and fall, leads me to your all And brings me here, down to your fire.
Taking all in with tender sight, Your scent of desire, delight! My eyes thus following my lips My face now level to your hips Your blossom moist of your dew My want is made solely of you. And how that your calling does shift My lips, to your pleasure, here drift.
A kiss begins with tenderness And rapid, soon will come For now I savor everything A lush and lounging tongue. You slide more to me off the chair Your legs rest on my shoulders You reach behind and grasp the back I reach beneath with love and dare. You urge me with a hitching sigh I drink you deeply, probing long You shudder, cry and love with ease These passions make us high.
Much more than once, your ecstasy It racks with wave and wave Deliciousness can only say The words here waiting for their day Until then, love me in this way Accept the peace on which I lay Upon your sweetness, wet and warm Protected from all harm. Tonight there is no other love Tonight my kisses, deep and true Tonight we share this only way With peace lain here upon you.
Now as you lay so soft in sleep With just the lightest of covers I touch you with a gentle hand And warm you with my love.
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Poem: Wet
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Posted:Jun 29, 2013 2:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:08 pm
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A different kind of oral sex, a unique passion...
Wet
Moments ago To my surprise I could not see your eyes You came to me While I toweled dry So silent from behind The towel went down My empty hands You held fast to my side I felt your breath caress my skin My pleasure could not hide Your lips began To dance along the middle of my back So wet! So hot! I stood in awe My will began to slack For not so much that I gave in You would not be denied With passion You have captured me You knew this when I sighed For to and fro along my skin Your kisses bathed me sweet And as I felt Desire grow I trembled on my feet Then as you pushed me Forward to The comfort of your bed You mount my hips With tender thighs I gasped inside my head For you then kissed A special Kiss Your secreted sweet love And slid and rocked And trembled hard Hot wetness from above Your hitch and moan Ignited me And made me feel so high You lowered then Upon your knees I barely stayed my cry Your murmured words Were lost behind The moans I could not stay Still, muffled wet Against my skin Those words you had to say Your tongue began To snake its way Delicious and ideal For only in my dreams I thought This pleasure could be real My thighs so hot Your hunger wrought Desires you would find And as I fade From consciousness I gladly lose my mind Now wet and warm With willful want Your love begins to thrust Accepting you In every way I do so, filled with trust For deeply You do love so wet So wetly, you love deep And for the wonders You've just cast My depths are yours to keep.
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Short Story: Breathe
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Posted:Jun 17, 2013 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:07 pm
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Hello all,
A slight departure, this. Here's a short story I wrote as a project to understand my sexual brain (like any other of my gender of the species, I process with both heads ) and at the same time attempt to empathize with the sexual brain of the opposite sex. That my missus had to fine-tune me over the years shows that I was willing, if not somewhat still clueless as to what women want. It's about the cues and clues, and most of all, every woman is individual and different. And that, my friends, is why we love them so much!!
"Breathe"
She floats as she breathes, slow, shallow. Aware of the sweet smell of her sweat, her breasts rise and fall in a rhythm of their own. She sighs. Imagines she should grind her hips, but there is no resistance, no friction. Patience. She knows it will come in time. Soon...
Ahhhh, it was there in the parking lot, after all. Earlier, she had been afraid, even angry. Sitting around their car, they called, whistled, grabbed their crotches. Three men, in their twenties or thirties, it didn't matter. She had still a good distance to walk, and she felt the jabs from their eyes, prickling her full legs. She was conscious of her cheeks rubbing together in her denim shorts, felt a slight dampness below despite her fear and fury. As they continued to call out, she was sure they had followed, their hands now groping her bottom, grabbing her belt and holding her there.
She must have hesitated in her walk for they had stopped yelling. Or could she no longer hear? Catching her breath, her composure, she resumes her journey appearing not to hurry, but not dallying either. She feels, more than hears, the crunching of gravel as a car approaches slowly from behind. It is them, but with an attractive woman in the front passenger seat. The two men relegated to the back seat leer at her, in spite of her hurling angry looks in their direction. The one closest to her runs his tongue along his cheek, to and fro, as if to simulate her oralising his member. She holds her breathe as they drive out onto the road, thus not identifying which car is hers.
As she enters her car she takes stock of the moment . . . was she dressed too provocatively? She always dresses this way. Her shorts are not too sexy, although her hips have a wonderful sway. Her top is a body suit, but her bra is firm in its support. Still, for her thirty-three years, she could pass for twenty-three easily. Next time she shops here, she decides, she'll bring along Jim or her .
But that's not what brings her here now. She glides over the parking lot but knows she won't slow down until she slides her hand between her thighs. As her fingers roam past her trimmed thatch of hair below her navel, her flight begins to falter, leaving her suspended over her gray Nissan. She sees herself as she had sat earlier that afternoon. Now she floats here, not aware of her fingers, or the sweet softness between her legs, but she knows that what's unfolding below is a result of a sensual acceptance.
She was frightened earlier, and had shot out of the parking lot as she discovered a trickle along her thigh which was not sweat. Had she been so frightened? Or worse, had the moment whipped a forbidden chord, something vile and wrong? She wiped at the wet trail as she safely drives away. Bringing her fingers up to her face, her emotions prevent her from distinguishing this wetness. She speeds home.
But now as she witnesses from above, she had not sped away, rather, she starts up her car and heads back toward the men. She passes slowly as they renew their leering and obscene gestures. She acts not afraid yet she tingles with fear; she does not stop until she parks near the end of the lot. She decides she will return to the store and make a show of having no fear. She questions not why she'll return to the store, save for personal bravado and the sweat of this moment that had passed between her and them. She feels moist inside and slowly examines her face in the rearview mirror. She's blatantly attractive, she decides, large eyes, full lips surrounded by a full face. Reddish-brown hair, milky skin, and just barely sweating now. She opens the car door, feeling exposed immediately.
It's now dusk, yet she adjusts her eyes from the privacy dark tinting of her automobile. They are out there, of course, and she feels a swelling dampness of knowing; full knowledge of what they would like to do to her.
Closing her car door, she walks slowly toward the store; its lights taking power over the failing sunlight. She feels their eyes again, probing and sliding, salty and vile. Her heart races as she enters the store.
A young clerk ogles her swaying hips as she saunters past his jewelry counter, stopping at a display of sunglasses so as to allow him a longer look. She resists the idea of bending over to the lowest tier of merchandise. But she muses on the notion, and it makes her glad. She squirms in her own deliciousness, rubbing her thighs together as she walks. She makes her way around the display so that she might see those others through the storefront window.
Looking at the window, she spies her reflection. Her lips appear pouty, and she's sticking her chest forward and her bottom out as well. Her image is invaded by the images of three males, one coming up behind and overtaking the other two in undisguised intent. This sight runs a shock through her. They are approaching the store now, and she turns further inside, having abandoned the fancy of the younger man.
She is slightly afraid now, more of meeting a familiar face, thus ending this delicious game. Intentionally, she finds herself in the swim wear area, and picks a revealing one-piece from a rack. There are but a few customers in the store now, and all of the dressing rooms are available. The three men have spotted her, but remain a distance away. The dressing room has tall, louvered doors but she knows that from the right angle, they might see first her shorts, then her white panties fall to the floor. They may even see as she reaches up to hang up her body suit and bra on the hook up above.
They are closer now, though she doesn't look at them, she knows they are watching as she brings the swimsuit over her legs. She admires her appearance in the mirror, but decides she needs some expert opinion. She boldly steps from the room and up to the sales desk. The suit is low-cut and reveals a large portion of her chest. The bottom cuts into her crotch slightly, and the v-shaped back covers little of her muscular, shapely bottom. "Do you have this in a five?" she asks the saleswoman, though she ignores any response, save to turn slowly and model the garment for all the world to see.
She's suddenly aware that she can scent her own musky smell, her loveliness swollen to the point of self-pleasure. She measures her walk back to the dressing room, making the most of her show. Inside the dressing room, she knows she will have to buy this suit, if nothing else, to save her from the clerk's knowing stare. She wants to dab at the moist place with tissues in her purse, but suspects the contact would cause her to cry out. She thanks the woman as she heads to the front of the store to pay. A wave of disappointment hits her as she discovers her admirers are no longer in the store. She glances outside, but their car is not there, either. Upon paying for her purchases, she imagines she'll ask Jim to take her to bed tonight, maybe as soon as she's home.
As she floats above the parking lot, watching her walk toward her car, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, Jim must wait for another time. Possibly just a little bit later. Will he know? Would it matter if he did, this is a just a game, after all.
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Poem: Flower of Love
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Posted:Jun 5, 2013 12:02 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:09 pm
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Some time ago, a friend challenged me to define and defend my love and lust for going down on a woman... that I considered it my favorite act. Not so much an acquired taste, but an act onto itself, not just a stop along the way, or as a required act of foreplay. I would almost call it an honor, and for me it is just that.
Flower of Love
Flower of love, yours I do desire For nothing compares in this world With this gift, the heart of your fire When your passion is sweetly unfurled. The taste of you now, It captures me how I could never begin to deny, For the taste of you makes me so high.
Flower of love, bring me to my knees Your essence I need for my soul For your taste, forever I'll please Please let me delight in you whole. Unfold for me here, I'll love you so dear All I ask is you grace me divine All my world just to bathe in your wine.
For your taste I will kiss you with love While my eyes catch your smile above Feel my hands pull you closer here still I will bury and delve as I will, With my bliss I will match your desire As I drink of your wine and your fire Oh! my kiss thrills with dances and sighs You release with the sweetest of cries.
Flower of love, I so want you here Your sweet wine inflames all my dreams And my kiss, it will show no fear My love is much more than it seems. You've blossomed for me, It's all that I see Your bloom is so rare, I've seen none more fair Please, I promise to love you with care.
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Poem: Our Night of Nights
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Posted:May 24, 2013 4:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:10 pm
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A poem that was nothing more than a fantasy, written to no one in particular, but representing a special moment in time, like most fantasies.
Our Night of Nights
How would I wish it, wish it for thee? An evening of roses, beauty for beauty Fragrance for the sweet scent that you are Deep for the passion in your breast Nothing less for you, my love On our night of nights.
Mmmmmm, and a fine wine, exotic like you For the warmth inside, that you give me Ignites and delights your soul and mine Alights the heart and need of us lovers Nothing can defeat your glow On our night of nights.
Songs of emotion, songs you enjoy The sounds that fill your heart and sings The notes that are your song of you And guide the rhythm of our heartbeats None else could sing this song On our night of nights.
And oh, my sweet love, so lovely are you More beautiful than my greatest dreams More wonderful than I could believe Were you not laying back now before me None other could capture my sight On our night of nights.
I feast on your glorious features, all of you! Your soft brown eyes, by the glow of your passion Your precious sweet lips, call to me Framed by the display of your gentle hair There is nothing I would change On our night of nights.
The most loveliest of sights you are, truly are The tall rise and fall of your full, firm breasts Their hardness exciting me to heights unknown To the flatness of your middle And your wonderful womanly hips Flowing to sculptured, lovely legs, for me On our night of nights.
And as I approach, too thrilled with grace And I reach for you, too filled with desire I lay by your side, and touch, touch your lips Parting them for my kiss, now and forever Sweet lips that were meant for bliss On our night of nights.
I'm engorged on love for you, as my kisses Discover your glorious beauty, as they will Your sweet skin, like the most fragrant of flowers More delicious than the most distinctant gifts Soft as the layers of newborn life On our night of nights.
Tracing circles with my darting tongue, yes My touch, searching for your singsong sighs Bring your breath to a crescendo of delightful cries And as you move, so sensuously, so arousing You move me like mountains On our night of nights.
The force of your great beauty, as you part your legs Overpowers me to understand, that by His Grace Every struggle in my life, every bout with strife Has brought my yearningful kisses of desire To the center of your love, your jewel On our night of nights.
I kiss so deeply, you sway so sweetly Your moans of pleasure, bring me to fullness And I rock as I probe, as I discover The sweet elixir of your wonderful love That has found their home On our night of nights.
Tracing my fingertips along your thighs as we indulge Then released of their purpose, grasp your hands tightly For I lift and you rise, for my warm tastes And the depth of your beauteous sweetness And our song is a chorus of passion On our night of nights.
And now I rise, and lift you gently to me Placing you on my no longer placid lap Where you fit so moistly, so deeply So feverish is the sensation, that this is all All I can bring to you now On our night of nights.
Oh sweet love, oh, sweet life! Inside of you, your love has set me afire! And as I burn, so hard and bright Sensations for our depth, you take me Take me higher than the tallest heights! Holding on to you for dear life On our night of nights.
We rock and rise, fall and reprise As I grasp your quivering breasts And you arch back to accept my busy lips While you rise in final crescendo High above me you alight in ecstasy On our night of nights.
We lay in each others arms, sharing our breaths Resting my hands on your breasts I murmur, you smile, accepting my love As I admire your stunningness, once more We've only just begun On our night of nights.
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Poem: Rain
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Posted:May 15, 2013 8:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2013 7:47 pm
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This is an erotic poem I wrote to my wife ten or so years ago. I hope you give it a read
Rain
How we make love in the rain... Unbridled of lust Discovering trust So young in desire Unquenchable fire And never could someone love me like this Save you... sole owner of my kiss.
Between our tenderness and urgency You warm me, oh so gracefully The moisture runs between our skin Conducts the spark that's always been Your body slick, you dance on me And hold me tight, you hold the key To what I want and what I need You kiss me with your passion's greed Explore me with your touch, so right And love me to a sweet delight Your breasts, you press upon my own Sensations, only you have shown Amidst these coos and purrs and sighs You hold me dearly with your eyes Our loins, no need to touch and grind Our love is such a special kind For in your arms I'll always pray That in your arms, I'll always stay The way we dance within this shower Our love is made for any hour And though we share our moistened skin This love we make is free of sin.
Sweet raindrops falling on your face O'er your lips they gently trace Where surely I will place my kiss And share with you this wondrous bliss For with His Grace we shan't defend Please never let this loving end How we make love in the rain...
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