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My goodness it's been a while since I've seen this. Guess I'll have to set aside some time.   Another contribution from you would be pretty steamy too Kev!
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"Citrus Passion" Remember last summer, lying nude after playing love games... Hot salty night, our skin the same… Glistening bodies, slippery loves sweat… Drifting together, legs tangled, wet… You leaned over me, your kiss was sweet… Then you whispered I'm thirsty, I'll get us a treat… I didn't want to let you go, let the moment die… I didn't want space between you and I…. Gently you disengaged from me… Explaining you'd be back so patiently… My eyes were heavy when you returned to love land… Bearing your treat , an orange in your hand… With the very first tear of the orange peel… The spray of the juice on my body I feel… We laughed in unison, the citrus had flare… The mist felt delicious, heaven scent in the air… You pulled off a section, rubbed it gently on me… Then licked the juice off my thighs and tummy… Urgent kisses now tasting of orange… Lovers in heat, citrus passion reborn…. Easy peasy lemon squeazy
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"Citrus Passion" Remember last summer, lying nude after playing love games... Hot salty night, our skin the same... Glistening bodies, slippery loves sweat... Drifting together, legs tangled, wet... You leaned over me, your kiss was sweet... Then you whispered I'm thirsty, I'll get us a treat... I didn't want to let you go, let the moment die... I didn't want space between you and I... Gently you disengaged from me... Explaining you'd be back so patiently... My eyes were heavy when you returned to love land... Bearing your treat, an orange in your hand... With the very first tear of the orange peel... The spray of the juice on my body I feel... We laughed in unison, the citrus had flare... The mist felt delicious, heaven scent in the air... You pulled off a section, rubbed it gently on me... Then licked the juice off my thighs and tummy... Urgent kisses now tasting of orange... Lovers in heat, citrus passion reborn... Easy peasy lemon squeazy  A little steam goes a long way...Thanks Joe!!
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This poem is special to me because it was inspired by someone special...He is not my lover, he is my forever friend...This piece represents our "breakthrough" moment, the moment we both knew the things we had in common far outweighed our differences...
 Through His Eyes... I gaze upon windswept dunes, shimmering knolls rising to perfection Follow the subtle slope of a slender back, marvel as it swells to heart-shaped splendor!... Hips that curve cause my eyes to glide, as if by magic, across this place where nature's bounty heightens... Rose buds, exposed and hidden, wrapped in hues of pink that cannot be equalled by the brush stroke of a master's hand, take my breath away!... Soft full lips, high and low, hold on to secrets as they unselfishly quench this man's undying thirst... All of this encased in a body of skin, satin blushed, warmed by passion's glance... Oh lovely sweep of arms and legs, embrace me now! Make calm my endless desire Sooth the infinite ache that comes each time I am so fortuned to gaze upon your naked grace!... � |
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If You Let Me...
I will touch you with a confidence that ignores all boundaries self imposed by fear of rejection... I will touch you with my mind and make you beg for more... If you let me... I will touch you with lips and tongue, lick the salt from your furrowed brow to ease the pain of yesterday... I will touch you with my body and lead you deep into my wet embrace... Let me... � |
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I Want You...
I want to be the soft wind That stirs your inner need The dreams that you keep hidden The earth that holds your seed... I want to be the sunlight That melts your frozen heart And dries your silent tears When day is turning dark... I want to be the music That soothes your tired back And strokes away the pain and fear Life lived alone begat... I want to be your lover The passion in your soul The one who makes you hunger The one who makes you whole... I want you to lie with me Beneath a star filled sky Let me rock you in my cradle Let me love you till I die... � |
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I Want You... I want to be the soft wind That stirs your inner need The dreams that you keep hidden The earth that holds your seed... I want to be the sunlight That melts your frozen heart And dries your silent tears When day is turning dark... I want to be the music That soothes your tired back And strokes away the pain and fear Life lived alone begat... I want to be your lover The passion in your soul The one who makes you hunger The one who makes you whole... I want you to lie with me Beneath a star filled sky Let me rock you in my cradle Let me love you till I die... � passionate & hot....aargh now you make me think of sooo many things I was trying to keep to myself.."low" & "cool" today...trying to focus on math...lol ! Bravo !
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I Want You... I want to be the soft wind That stirs your inner need The dreams that you keep hidden The earth that holds your seed... I want to be the sunlight That melts your frozen heart And dries your silent tears When day is turning dark... I want to be the music That soothes your tired back And strokes away the pain and fear Life lived alone begat... I want to be your lover The passion in your soul The one who makes you hunger The one who makes you whole... I want you to lie with me Beneath a star filled sky Let me rock you in my cradle Let me love you till I die... � passionate & hot....aargh now you make me think of sooo many things I was trying to keep to myself.."low" & "cool" today...trying to focus on math...lol ! Bravo ! Thank you beauty!  ...Never deny your passion ((((Maxi))))
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If You Let Me... I will touch you with a confidence that ignores all boundaries self imposed by fear of rejection... I will touch you with my mind and make you beg for more... If you let me... I will touch you with lips and tongue, lick the salt from your furrowed brow to ease the pain of yesterday... I will touch you with my body and lead you deep into my wet embrace... Let me... � Hmmmmm, oh I,d let you, vice versa of course |
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Where are all my "steamy" poets??  |
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If You Let Me... I will touch you with a confidence that ignores all boundaries self imposed by fear of rejection... I will touch you with my mind and make you beg for more... If you let me... I will touch you with lips and tongue, lick the salt from your furrowed brow to ease the pain of yesterday... I will touch you with my body and lead you deep into my wet embrace... Let me... � Hmmmmm, oh I,d let you, vice versa of course TY ((((Joe)))).... 
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Where are all my "steamy" poets?? Hahahaha!...Leave it to you (((( J ))))...xx to the wee boy! 
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Dear Leigh,
I lay my oiled sword in your hands to feel the magick of the iron and the blood of the sword owner.You invited me on this and it has been a journey.Funny how and when life reveals the truth.A stranger from a distant land,Lady Leigh,before you I stand. Title: Wisdom and magick. We drank a brew of darkness,light and power, Cambodian cubensis and woodrose tincture, Annointed with a witches salve of datura and ginger, On our parts warm with blood,excited and tender, Crimson sprays speckle my face, As you bite the life into me, Delectable psychedelic rise knows you by scent, We ****ed like wildlings for hour upon hour, Sweet,delectable and primal, Complete and delicious, Bodies as fluid as water, We were beasts,energy,one glowing ball, ****ing and sucking in the woods with no walls, Sensual,loving,greedy,savage ****ing, Atoms merging,cementing our bond of trust and freedom, Celebration of lust and stopping the world, Everything tasted with no shame, Hours of ecstacy pulsing through our veins, When we met you were my queen and I was your throne, The most dangerous beast in the woods and yours alone, Those dark sweet times were the best of the best, We ****ed with the energy of a thousand nights, Tying eachother to trees and rocks, Loving and sucking eachother or ourselves, Not knowing where you ended and where I began, We were one,no semblance of man, Joy and power,hour after hour, So hard to stop, We would lay on the skins and drift into dreams, Running together with the beasts and their screams, Feeling sexy and drinking up lust filled fun, Excited all week until the ritual was done, Reality my friends is so overated, When you run with the beasts you are never sated, Never bored,always alive, Coming with the thrumming of a million hives. But we ruined it,and we killed it dead, With man made ills invading our bed, Stress and bills,jealousy then lies, To truely feel love we must severe those ties, Live for the magick,not to possess, Suck,**** and become one with the sweetest carress, Reality and work dilutes and destroys, We have all been lied to,to own is not the way, Long life as a worm or a beast for a day, Learn to miss,love and trust, Oil your sword or you'll lose it to rust, To possess is to control, The killer of freedom,our love and our soul. We were wildlings,then we became tame, Freedom lost,never the same, My queen of the dark and of the light, Tasting and savouring each scrumptious bite, Scratched and bloody,so happy and glowing, The battle scars were my scars of the knowing, Once you know there is no turning back, Nothing will compare to the magick again, Mans ills will infect you and swap love for pain, We were energy,pure and primal, Love with no boundaries and nowhere to fall, Be wild,be power,be love and be light, Save all the best bits for the magickal night, Heed these words and stay on the throne, Diluting the magick makes flesh turn to bone, To possess is not love,it is one of mans ills, To own is to overshadow the flower,and that shadow kills. |
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Dear Leigh, I lay my oiled sword in your hands to feel the magick of the iron and the blood of the sword owner.You invited me on this and it has been a journey.Funny how and when life reveals the truth.A stranger from a distant land,Lady Leigh,before you I stand. Title: Wisdom and magick. We drank a brew of darkness,light and power, Cambodian cubensis and woodrose tincture, Annointed with a witches salve of datura and ginger, On our parts warm with blood,excited and tender, Crimson sprays speckle my face, As you bite the life into me, Delectable psychedelic rise knows you by scent, We ****ed like wildlings for hour upon hour, Sweet,delectable and primal, Complete and delicious, Bodies as fluid as water, We were beasts,energy,one glowing ball, ****ing and sucking in the woods with no walls, Sensual,loving,greedy,savage ****ing, Atoms merging,cementing our bond of trust and freedom, Celebration of lust and stopping the world, Everything tasted with no shame, Hours of ecstacy pulsing through our veins, When we met you were my queen and I was your throne, The most dangerous beast in the woods and yours alone, Those dark sweet times were the best of the best, We ****ed with the energy of a thousand nights, Tying eachother to trees and rocks, Loving and sucking eachother or ourselves, Not knowing where you ended and where I began, We were one,no semblance of man, Joy and power,hour after hour, So hard to stop, We would lay on the skins and drift into dreams, Running together with the beasts and their screams, Feeling sexy and drinking up lust filled fun, Excited all week until the ritual was done, Reality my friends is so overated, When you run with the beasts you are never sated, Never bored,always alive, Coming with the thrumming of a million hives. But we ruined it,and we killed it dead, With man made ills invading our bed, Stress and bills,jealousy then lies, To truely feel love we must severe those ties, Live for the magick,not to possess, Suck,**** and become one with the sweetest carress, Reality and work dilutes and destroys, We have all been lied to,to own is not the way, Long life as a worm or a beast for a day, Learn to miss,love and trust, Oil your sword or you'll lose it to rust, To possess is to control, The killer of freedom,our love and our soul. We were wildlings,then we became tame, Freedom lost,never the same, My queen of the dark and of the light, Tasting and savouring each scrumptious bite, Scratched and bloody,so happy and glowing, The battle scars were my scars of the knowing, Once you know there is no turning back, Nothing will compare to the magick again, Mans ills will infect you and swap love for pain, We were energy,pure and primal, Love with no boundaries and nowhere to fall, Be wild,be power,be love and be light, Save all the best bits for the magickal night, Heed these words and stay on the throne, Diluting the magick makes flesh turn to bone, To possess is not love,it is one of mans ills, To own is to overshadow the flower,and that shadow kills. In the spirit of "The World of Fire and Ice"!...A tender message conveyed with the kind of savage imagery and razor sharp honesty that cuts so deep one feels only euphoria...Man as his own worst enemy...Your message is almost too blatant, your delivery too perfect...Out of selfishness, I hope this is allowed to remain...Although, in truth, it really does deserve its own stage... Bravo, bravo po�te ma�tre!... |
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Very sweet of you to say.I enjoyed the journey you set me on with your invitation to add something.Saying goodbye and letting go can be done beautifully and it should be if that person touched your soul deeply.To end it in any other way is not worthy,and is not really love.It is sad but also beautiful to let go with love and a settled mind.Throwing out love on the ether from time to time with no need for the validation of receipt or contact.Pure.Not beating eachother to death with it until all of the goodness has left your memory. Regret rien,leave flowers where your footprints fell.There is always a loser in love.No losers in friendship.I can evidently speak my mind with you without judgement.That is cool and valued.Peace and love soul sister.Let no shadow block out your sun.Bloom and flourish.
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Taken...
Ivory skin cascading a lavender scented neck tempts his passion... Silhouetted womanhood rising unrestrained issues invitation... Eye catches eye Lips part seductively Questions burn in her chest... Now content, once curious hands repose in paradise... Bodies align Fantasy becomes reality Lovers claim utopia... � |
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Edited by
ridewytepony
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Thu 01/15/15 12:45 PM
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"The cunny linguist"
Arived home from work as I pass through the door strait to the bedroom following that lure I think I'm sick I must need to get help Clear across the room,I start getting that welt For as I fall victim To the "god of 'golden' pelt" some of them aren't that complex they "arrive" just in time if you give 'em a good flex But the one I know..isn't that way if you didn't eat chicken she'd be calling ya Gay I will call her silver,she is so fine But I had to start south,then she'd call me ta 69 It wouldn't be long & then she would whisper "put him inside"... as I'd spin from her thighs push it in deep ...& watch her bug eyes this would repeat,maybe a break & watch A show it wouldn't be long,then we'd be ready to go I'd go down south,starting out easy then have a look up, she'd be watching the TV  I'll step it up...until she's in focus & use the magic words HOCUS POCUS Well I never tried it,..but my way leaves no doubt you pull that sh_ _,...she'll only scream & Shout then open the door & say get the f _ _ _ out that's not the way to gyrate her inside & out make her back arch & let out a big shout coming down like a southeasterly "shower" making you feel like the man of the hour EVERYTHING SHAKING LIKE A F_ _ _ _ _ _ EARTHQUAKE LIKE AN UNHUMANELY FORCE THE BREAKING OF THE HOVER DAM ..evil/feeble hand pushes you away.. Just like your a little lamb all you see is the cat in the canoe like a giant watery eye staring back at you looks like a little man in the boat that's in rough seas and barely staying afloat this poor little one has lost its coat and after all that...what's left is a lake Yeah... that sh_ _ goda be fake  You see,my little woman is quite b_tchy but how can I leave with a beaver so itchy so follow my lead,when she treats you crappy this is the only way to make her happy well at least for 10 minutes she will be lethargic & nappy So far,I haven't told you that much just a little..about this that and such some may say it all sounds absurd but I'm tellin' ya folks I'll give you my word Now try this one..not a word of a lie this one's called the Venus Butterfly this is the way you can fix your girl she may prefer it..with a little swirl Finger in the back & one in the front thumb top of the button and suck on that muffin start from the bottom..slow & then fast 4-10 minutes & she should give I good blast Now always wash up before you continue or in a couple days.. there'll have fish on the menu Some nights when I looked at the clock with a real dry mouth like she's feeding me chalk Holly s_ _ _, it's like quarter to 4 in a half hour a got to be out of the door I think your done your all numb & sore I'm tellin' ya woman..I can give you one more. On the hill side..tired with a sore neck thinking to myself..yeah that's pretty good sex thinking of when I'll walk in the door she'll be waiting for me...my little "whore" but always remember, never to ignore because my boy....that what you asked for The day will come and she'll have guilt in her eyes & you can only surmise so remember when you come in the door be careful.... what you ask for. Pony's pssy poetry 101 Ps:one I wrote and posted 14 months ago On my thread..A few changes This one is for you "silver" 
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"The cunny linguist" Arived home from work as I pass through the door strait to the bedroom following that lure I think I'm sick I must need to get help Clear across the room,I start getting that welt For as I fall victim To the "god of 'golden' pelt" some of them aren't that complex they "arrive" just in time if you give 'em a good flex But the one I know..isn't that way if you didn't eat chicken she'd be calling ya Gay I will call her silver,she is so fine But I had to start south,then she'd call me ta 69 It wouldn't be long & then she would whisper "put him inside"... as I'd spin from her thighs push it in deep ...& watch her bug eyes this would repeat,maybe a break & watch A show it wouldn't be long,then we'd be ready to go I'd go down south,starting out easy then have a look up, she'd be watching the TV I'll step it up...until she's in focus & use the magic words HOCUS POCUS Well I never tried it,..but my way leaves no doubt you pull that sh_ _,...she'll only scream & Shout then open the door & say get the f _ _ _ out that's not the way to gyrate her inside & out make her back arch & let out a big shout coming down like a southeasterly "shower" making you feel like the man of the hour EVERYTHING SHAKING LIKE A F_ _ _ _ _ _ EARTHQUAKE LIKE AN UNHUMANELY FORCE AS THE BREAKING OF THE HOVER DAM ..evil/feeble hand pushes you away.. Just like your a little lamb all you see is the cat in the canoe like a giant watery eye staring back at you looks like a little man in the boat that's in rough seas and barely staying afloat this poor little one has lost its coat and after all that...what's left is a lake Yeah... that sh_ _ goda be fake You see,my little woman is quite b_tchy but how can I leave with a beaver so itchy so follow my lead,when she treats you crappy this is the only way to make her happy well at least for 10 minutes she will be lethargic & nappy So far,I haven't told you that much just a little..about this that and such some may say,it all sounds absurd but I'm tellin' ya folks I'll give you my word Now try this one..not a word of a lie this one's called the Venus Butterfly this is the way you can fix your girl she may prefer it..with a little swirl Finger in the back & one in the front thumb top of the button and suck on that muffin start from the bottom..slow & then fast 4-10 minutes & she should give I good blast Now always wash up before you continue or in a couple days,you'll have Fish On the menu Some nights when I looked at the clock with a real dry mouth like she's feeding me chalk Holly s_ _ _, it's like quarter to 4 in a half hour a got to be out of the door I think your done your all numb & sore I'm tellin' ya woman..I can give you one more. On the hill side..tired with a sore neck thinking to myself..yeah that's pretty good sex thinking of when I'll walk in the door she'll be waiting for me...my little "whore" but always remember, never to ignore because my boy....that what you asked for The day will come and she'll have guilt in her eyes & you can only surmise so remember when you come in the door be careful.... what you ask for. Pony's pssy poetry 101 Ps:one I wrote and posted 14 months ago An my thread..A few changes This one is for you "silver" 
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I find it impossible to choose a favorite line, so I will go with the title, "The Cunny Linguist."...Penetrating thought process!
 ...First, let me thank you for your contribution ...It was a "long time coming", but so worth the wait ...This piece has affected me deeply Studley as it gives new meaning to the word steamy...Hell, it gives new meaning to the whole damn thread! ... I could not be more pleased! .....Thank you Sunshine Muffin... ...
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Edited by
ridewytepony
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Thu 01/15/15 02:20 PM
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 Not a prob younger man..I take request, after all..I don't write this $hit for me .lol I will admit to been a fan...I'm my greatest fan Good point though,since this doesn't fit their culture I couldn't leave 'em out... but how would I incorperate this topic to ..well ..This topic  steamy poetry + curry linguist = a poem about a linguistic steamed curry chef . Just may have Leigh and the moderators on a loophole as I still would be writing steamy poetry. I'm just not feeling this one Think I'll pass this one to"weird" Al Yankovic ... foods his thing. |
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