Undress MeYou undress me with a single glance followed byUndress Me7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
A solitary smile of upturned lips.
The kind of smile that shines from your eyes.
One that wrinkles your nose and underneath your eyes.
The fire dancing across the deepest of blue hues that ignites the passion inside.
You undress me by layers like peeling a banana or an orange.
Getting down to the nitty gritty of what makes me tick.
Like clock work I can see the desire etched across your face.
You undress me from head to toe without having me in your bed.
Stand at the bar naked in your eyes.
No need for intros, you're already fucking me in your mind.
Parched lips and hardening dick, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Already lovers in your fantasy land filled of hot girls riding you
Like a bull from across the bar.
You undress me with your eyes as I encourage it
As I lower my breasts to hard wooden table.
Soft, delicate giggles slip past my lips
As I let my tits do the talking for words don't need to be said.
It would ruin this moment of eye se
Sweet TortureHow am I supposed to act normal when you hold me like that?Sweet Torture6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
How am I supposed to control my breathing when every time I inhale I am assailed by the sweet scent of your hair?
How can I refrain from kissing your neck when my lips are but a centimetre away from it?
How can I hide it when my eyes betray my desire?
How do I keep my hands off your skin when only the thin fabric of your t-shirt is standing in my way?
How can I stop myself from pressing close to you when I can feel your thighs brushing against mine?
How will I stay quiet when my body throbs with need?
How do I keep my mouth closed when the words 'I love you' are trying so hard to escape?
How will I let go when my heart tells me I can't?
How will I survive when it's time for you to leave?
Please, tell me how, because I'm scared to death I'll never know the answers.
Echoes of PassionBreathing is fading,Echoes of Passion6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Skin is cooling,
A delicious scent,
Still fills the air
Eyes are unseeing,
And yet you are still,
So very aware
Words, so quickly spoken,
And so softly broken,
Leave trails in moonlight,
That is no longer there
With tired lips,
Engage in kisses,
That lead nowhere
Passion is spent,
All that's left,
Are fiercely resounding,
Sense them drift away
jlp December 10, 2009
FetishYour thirst for bloodFetish10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
won't end with a kiss.
But I won't stop you.
I won't hold you back.
and make me bleed.
Let it drip.
Tie me up and keep me here,
but I don't need it.
I won't run.
You keep me here.
Not these chains,
I want to taste you.
To know that you love me.
Stain your tongue.
I love it.
I love you.
I only want to be with you.
in your arms.
Fall asleep in your arms.
Listening to your heartbeat.
big belly amyOne day, Amy Rose was walking along the beach in her new green bikini when she came along a bottle left in the sand. Amy picked it up, and saw that the lable said: "Belly Inflation Pills". Amy thought that it was just a joke someone was playing, then noticed that there were pills inside the bottle. Amy decided to try one of the pills for a laugh, and swallowed one right there. Amy felt a tingling sensation around her bellybutton, looked down, and saw that her belly had gone from flat to looking like she was 3 months pregnant. Amy was surprised that not only had the pill worked, but that she liked having a big belly. Just then, Rouge the Bat came from behind her. "How do you like those pills I left for you?" said Rouge. Amy, upset that she had fallen for one of Rouge's tricks, decided on the truth. She said, "I love these pills, I love having a big belly, and I would love to eat you."big belly amy4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
EroticI would draw every drop of lustErotic8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
From the depths of your soul
Your back arched in ecstasy
Your body aching for my barest touch
How could I possibly be so cold
And deny you the pleasure you crave so much?
a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teetha hundred heart beats6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats
we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours
penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need
for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar
left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.
till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case
IncubusI offer you more than words can expressIncubus6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Many mortal men have sold their souls for less
I offer you this, but it comes with a price
A moment's pain for such a trifle sacrifice
EROTIQUE DU VIDE - EROTICISM ON EMPTY(english version below)EROTIQUE DU VIDE - EROTICISM ON EMPTY4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Érotique du vide
Je t'ai vue, inconsolée
De nos paroles sous la pluie
Les fumées douces de tabac
Blond et les rebonds du vent
Froid de novembre
Ne pleure pas, rayon de lune,
Exhale ta tristesse en vapeur nicotine
Le sang te quitte aux joues
- Buvons du vin.
Eroticism on empty
I saw you, disconsolate
For our words, in the rain
Sweet smoke of blonde tobacco, and
The bounces of the cold November wind.
Do not cry, moonbeam,
Exhale your sadness in
Sweet nicotine vapors.
The blood leaves your cheeks
- Let us drink wine.
Frantz, 2011. (English version 2012.)
Organization IM 2< hot_head008 has joined >Organization IM 28 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
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Xigba_stabbity02: . . .enjoy yourself, pedo?
hot_head008: ohhh yeeeaaahhh
Xigba_stabbity02: horny bastard -_-
hot_head008: and proud of it!
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mulletman9: is it over ><
Xigba_stabbity02: uh huh
mulletman9: oh ghud. Idk how many times I had to get the images out of my head! >.<
hot_head008: you are so immature
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hot_head008: omg is that- ?
mulletman9: omg puppy?!
Xigba_stabbity02: oh god, it is you! I never thought you would actually use this!
0o_luna-tic_o0: thought I might as well see what this is at least once
0o_luna-tic_o0: looks pointless though -_-
hot_head008: you should have chosen the name sailor moon! XD
0o_luna-tic_o0: and they should have named you fire crotch! XP
Xigba_stabbity02: thats what I thought!
QuicksilverYellow streetlights bleakQuicksilver8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
wearing necklaces of rain-
pearls against the streak
of finger painted windows
with quicksilver brocade
and nests of spider eggs.
Where once this place
was abandoned, in a room
the creak of floor boards
drowned by thunder's boom,
by shadow and lightning strobe,
paint-by-number puddles trace
around two who sleep sound
in the aftermath
of their heated tryst
that causes the panes
Moisture trickles down
brittle wallpaper paste
and folds of stained flesh
amidst mottled reflections
as the sound of rumbling
in the sagging rafters
endlessly passes the hours.
Pelting on a roof of tin,
turning storm into showers.
Descending by the score within,
and silently creep over
the still-life bodies in their keep.
The Fatal KissAs the summer night's tuneThe Fatal Kiss3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
was tightening the embrace,
and speeding up the race
to the final mirage,
the silk of your hair
was testing my face,
and your fabric's lace
was tracing the dance.
Tiny stars of light
in your magnetic eyes,
with those perfect dyes,
were speaking of the seas,
and your smile's radiance
on those fleshy lips,
was sending me off on trips
to ecstasy retreats.
As my being was touching
your ethereal presence,
the only thing of essence
in that magic span of time,
the perfume in the air
was turning the affair
into a nightmare
in my tormented mind.
While I was faintly trying
to slip back to reality,
escape from the fatality,
the ultimate abyss,
a wave of hot desire
took over my existence,
and melted my resistance
to the first and lethal kiss.
Ferard poemTheir lips, they touch.Ferard poem8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Their cheeks, they brush.
Once friendship, now couple.
Now love, was crush.
Frankie and Gee
They were just friends.
Til one of them muthered
"Til the end.
That's were I would go
To watch you fast
And watch you slow.
To watch you dance, to watch you prance.
And never was my love for you foretold."
The other one blushed and simple cried.
His love for this man had become alive.
It was so big, his heart smiled.
And then they stared at eahcothers beauty for a while.
The other man replied.
For I have been living a lie.
I never wanted her
Ive always wanted you.
Even if you dont believe me
Thats the warm, loving truth."
Now each night,
These two men,
One bi, one gay,
Will love eachother for eternity
And that's the way it will always be.
We BurnLike candles we burn; intense, steady and slow.We Burn3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
And only with the rising dawn, shall the flame flicker into a satiated sleep;
our smouldering forms moulded together as one throughout the days glow.
But for now, my ardent lover, let us melt in this most splendid of heat.
writer's blockshe doesn't resemble an angel when d a n c i n g in the snow,writer's block5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
because the blizzard is seducing her in ways i could never approach.
she has become one with the eye of the storm, and i have been left to drown in the
the whirl pool of mortifcation, watching her indulge herself with the sounds of the wind.
I am no natural disaster- yet i am her shelter.
Another taste.Push me up against a wall, and show me how it's done.Another taste.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Put my hand above my head, and tease me with your tongue.
Put your lips close to mine, and push them onto my face.
Leave me breathless and excited, longing for another taste.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
CollaredHe bought me a present;Collared5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
He told me to close my eyes and hold my hands open;
He laid it across my palms;
I felt it,
I smelled its scent,
I opened my eyes;
He bought me a new collar:
And it's black
With silver studs
And pale sewn thread and edging;
It has a large silver D ring at the middle-front;
I can't explain to you how I felt when he put it on me:
Emotional and loved and embarrassed and vulnerable and aroused ...
I love it
So much ...
phases of the moonwe are like the phases of the moon;phases of the moon10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I could feel your breathing labored,
your body quivering while I leaned over you
a kiss so tender, eyes closed with exhaustion
I heard you inhale when my lips trailed your cheek,
a hand caressing your jaw -
we were the half moon that night,
time was irrelevant to us, that slippery fiend
lights dancing in our closed eyes,
mouths tasting each other
like a rare delicacy, exotic fruit on our tongues -
slow, deliberately, exquisitely ..
And then we are the full moon,
lust partnerI want to dig my teeth into your skinlust partner11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I want to make you squirm in painful delight
I want you to overpower me and prove false anger onto my body
I want you to enjoy this unnatural sin.
I want to close my eyes and be surprised by the scratches left on my skin
I want to scream in pain and ecstasy
I long for your painful touch
I long for your bruising lips.
I long for the fleeting heart
known only from pain and submission
I long for the curling back and toes and tongue
known only from complete overtaken.
a world of reds blacks blues yellows
blood bruises dirt tears and screams
a world only of lust
a world only of pleasure
a world of backward loves
a world of paining the one you love.
A world of doing that which is desirable to your lust partner
your love partner
doing that which is painful, because they love it.
Poem For Shadow Omega MariaI'd like to be the sort of friend thatPoem For Shadow Omega Maria7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.
You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and und
I Ain't Your GirlfriendI Ain't Your Girlfriend10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You looked into
my dresser drawer
and you counted
You counted the condoms
in that dresser drawer
and compared the number
to the ones that you counted
the last time you were here
Something's coming up short
I know you're smart and
you know I'm smart
and maybe its my way of
saying fuck you for
you leave me after you
'Cause I aint your girlfriend
Your name isn't written on
I know you want to
and you know I want you to
So tell me why can't we
get our shit together and do
I know you can't stand
to think of some other's hands
on my pretty round, brown thing
That some other nigga' is
tickling my pink
So tell me the number
Mister Motherfuckin' Mathemetician:
How many Trojan Magnums are missin?
Maybe you should weigh the bottle of lube
Like last time.
Cause I saw you
with your back turned to me.
The wheels turning in your mind
and you asked yourself if lube can
The bottle seemed lighter.
I aint your girlfrien
That KissI have never felt that kiss.That Kiss7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
That kiss you see in movies
Where two faces linger in close proximity
Hovering uncertain of the chemical reaction
That comes when trembling lips meet.
My first kiss came with hungry intent
Forceful and probing.
The weight of his body against me
His hands holding down my arms above my head
I could not have been more willing
Or more surprised.
When I kissed my second love
It was full of fumbling and uncertainly
But that was not his lips.
By the time we were face to face
All hesitancy was gone.
The next time my mouth touched fresh lips
He had led me by the hand to his bed
There was no mystery no uncertainty
Of what lay ahead
When our lips met our hands were already
Tearing away the others clothes.
And then that day
Not so long ago
In the bustling cafeteria
His deep blue eyes pulling me in
His golden curls pooling around his face
I wanted so to lean abruptly in
Until our lips collided
Drawn together by inexorable forces
As if I had no say.
Would he have parted
Between The palmsWalk through meBetween The palms5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Leave your prints everywhere
Let your face fall into my palms
Whisper your voices in my ear
Tell me your little wishes and secrets
What you keep for me tonight
How many times you will kill me
How many times you will kiss me
Your hands burn me to ashes
How can your hands cut this deep
They enjoy my cries, they call my pain
When my fever spreads through your spine
Your hands cut me again
As they delve into an endless fight
So take your way through me
Let me watch you perform
Defenceless, I match every breath you let out
And when we sink down, I climb up again
You wait for me, you expect me
To burn your borders, to destroy your armour
When you cease and you release
The notion of time is lost
When you split me into pieces
When you swallow the pieces
No voice can respond, no words to be said
And there come your hands again from nowhere
And my skin burs once more
How easy love can be
Tangled limbs and CD playersTangled limbs and CD players11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
We danced in the moonlight for an hour
While others danced in the fake lustre of floodlights
Aimed and following their idiosyncrasies
Love like ours was honest and rampant
Honest; in that you never said you loved me
Rampant; in that all we exchanged was a hundred heated passions
(Our tangled limbs stretched out
To reach for a truth, I never found)
My dark skin slips across your false, pure white complexion
And my thick Othello lips kiss your cracked, rouge cosmetic colouring
My hand parts your thighs and I move on in
To take pleasure in your dark mysteries
And build my own from shadows that caress my back
I arch in, to kiss your lips again
Then fall half-comatose, to slouch beside you
Now our tired limbs fall lifeless
Our bated breath slowing
Our hearts still thumping to the beat of Moby
On the three slot CD player
And I see it winking 12:00 o'clock at us