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"The past is always with us."

memories like swarming batsfill her head as on herknees she performs the ritual.it’s cold in the alleywaybut she’s used tothat.she sighs,like a nun waiting fordeath,as he unzips hisrelic and holds herface,expressionless ascandle-wax.as he fills hermouthwith warm fleshthe memories return; the...

A Pretty Whore

"A Working Girl Making a Living"

A pretty whore who's wild and carefree, She's been checked and has no disease. She loves to pleasure men on her knees,She will beg to blow you and say pretty please. She's a slut who enjoys to have sex,Sometimes she's paid...

She comes to me naked and unashamed lying beside me.Kissing me gently her hand finding my cock hardening in her hand.I watch as her head moves to my groin.Her tongue licking the head and shaft.Her hand caresses my balls. My...

Another Begging Cuck

"A poem for my hot sexy women. Notice the first letters in each stanza spell a word."

Freedom to do as I please, Forgetting all baggage behind me. Fucking men’s wives as they watch. Free flowing my life as the sea. Upward and onward with pleasure anew, Understanding my place as their “Man”. Upstaging her begging cuck...

  Expectation It’s Tuesday night. Tomorrow we will meet my love: same time, same place. I look forward greatly to my visit and to all associated with you, my love. I anticipate our ritual. I anticipate your every move and...

My Pleasure Pole

"A very fun poem to write."

 I often like to use it, Or let another see. But why then does it harden? Sometimes simply just to pee? There are many other reasons, That he likes it in my hand. He stays active in all seasons But...

If your body is a constellation, I'm following every star,  clinging to the sky's cold faithful gravity every night  while I gaze and chart what makes you,  any form you embody. Any metaphor shaped around you,  all the arts you...

I feel your strong hands slowly caressing my skin chills travel through me, as your lips cover the places your hands had been my knees grow weak, as the scent of your body reaches my nose my hands tangled in...

I stand here tiedwhileyour lashburns hot red pathwaysin my skin I am wholly opentothe painthat says you love me andtattoos your love deeply in my bodyisan affirmationof my deep surrenderto your heat and to those you calltoarouse mewith theirkissesand theirwhips...