Sexy Tuesday Haiku

I kiss your mouth and feel your need for sex                                                                                                         I taste your lovely magic wand and want more-                                                                                            Than yesterday or the day before.

Daily Prompt: Flavorful

 

I’ll set these flavorful sex tastes on fire after I gaze longingly into that frown

And take you in my mouth moving my tongue meticulously up and down

Then…there, your lips part into a smile and suddenly you breathe in deeply

Inhaling as if needing more oxygen as it’s greatly absorbed by your lungs

Your life blood pulsating and pounding around about my lovely tight pinkness

An explosion of life is released and the result is glorious exaltation and relaxation

My heaving chest rests on yours and as our eyes meet-

I stir myself to wake up…smiling as if it’s a dream.

via Daily Prompt: Flavorful

Swallow

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If I saunter slowly under the moonlit sky will you stop me and swallow me whole?

Your sweet presence surrounds me squeezing away any hope I had of escaping

I love your warm lips and the feel of your kiss and the way your mouth explores my neck

I love your strong shoulders and tan, muscular chest and the way your hands fondle my breasts

Take me back, take me away, take these tears and fears and run with me to an unexpected place

If you take me under the moonlit sky, sweep me off my feet, stop me and swallow me whole

I will love your warm lips while they explore my neck and beg you to touch me some more.

 

Cranberry Lips

Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim

He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine

Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy

Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share

In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch

To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.

Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?

His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin

Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.

Frenzy

 

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You will fall hard for me this night because a girl like me is impossible to find. Oh my, how you will get addicted to me-but I can hardly blame you. I’m a drug, a hallucinogen, a horrid habit you are hungry to have as your hands explore the soft curvature of my hips. Go ahead nurture your power to knead my nipples and breathe on them with fanciful whispers of hate and heated passion. Lash out at me with deep seeded need from your depths and masquerading as a man filled with fire. Like the frenzied feeding of starving piranha you will seek me and devour me with deadly messy speed. Push me, pull me, give me more. Fall hard for me this night and then you’ll experience my primitive desire to score…

Frozen Frame

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She envies me the way I play not wanting to give anything away

Her soul knows no bounds and I rest in that fact as I study her every day

Big green eyes with specks of hazel high cheek bones etched as stone

She kneels by the water peering in I wonder what she’s thinking- lost and crazed.

Some former lover have her attention? A personal tragedy making her dazed?

Her frame is worn by weather and time but still I find her being sublime

All the experience, all the things she’s seen..I want to pry it from her fixed eyes

Tell me a story of time gone by, new buildings birthed and old ones brought down.

Couples falling in love and giving birth, the aging families she’s watched as she lounges in the park.

I suppose we’ll leave details for another day because, yet again, she gives nothing away.

 

Cranberry Lips

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 Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim

He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine

Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy

Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share

In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch

To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.

Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?

His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin

Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.