He touched me
reached up under the
blankets of celibacy
and
pornographically penetrated
my tormented psyche...
He stroked me
so deep that he
hit the spots where I
think about doin' things that
I never thought I'd do
but fidn that I want to
look in his eyes
and whisper "Yes baby...
I'll do it all with you".
He sucked on my
inhibitions until they
peeked out from beneath
their protective cloak
and he licked up my
tears of apprehension
...soothing all my fears...
and I
let go of my resistance
relinquished my ability to fight
and I
opened myself wide to the
feeling of him stepping inside...
walking through my femininity
to make a dick sick addict out of me...
Oh yes...
I was sick for what that dick could do...
the way it could
erase the names of any and every man
that had walked the halls of my
femininity prior to he....
the way he could
flip and maneuver my
body around and
the way I'd instantly cum
just from the sounds...
damn those sounds he made
come from inside of me...
HOw the hell did I go from
soft seductress to animalistic beast?
Clawing at his flesh in attempts to
get him deeper inside of me...
damn...I'm already a fiend...
groans turning to screams and I
just want more...
damn I want more....
Sweat pourin from places I
didn't know I could sweat from ...
hair wet with sweat and
clinging to my flesh
and I...
damn I...
I'm high off this lovin
damn I
ain't neva felt nothin like this before...
and I just want to
stay right here forever plus five nights of
gettin' more of this good love....
and as he
stands at the edge of the bed...
I wonder just how I could
make this last forever...
cuz I'm
hooked on his manhood
and I'm
not tryin' to quit...
I'm
strung out on the
way he stokes the fires of my
raw sensuality...
and yes...
oh yes...
I'm an addict...
and he be that pusher
pushin deep to flow through my
fillopian tubes with that good shit...
eyes rolled into the back of my head
as all the pain of years gone by
pour from me in the form of
rivers of sweat...soaking the bed...
and I begin to laugh with bliss as he
dives deeper and I
realize I can wash all my insecurities
out of my sheets in a spin cycle...
and shit...
the tip of his dick
mixing with the sound of his voice
sends me spinnin on spirals of
sweet insanity...
and...
as he ushers in
yet another
explosive orgasm...
I can't wait for the next...
cuz I'm sick and addicted
and lovin' how it feels
to be a hopeless fiend
A contest entry
- In The Mood by WingedWolf.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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I love the wording in this poem
"He sucked on my
inhibitions until they
peeked out from beneath
their protective cloak
and he licked up my
tears of apprehension
...soothing all my fears..."
OMG...I love everything about this line. The wording is so smart.

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dick sick addict
WOW--hot, steamy and intoxacating.
Flows with the speed of light.

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cool. i love this piece for sure. it's a new take on sex from our lovely perspectives and yet this is truly how it is for most of us. wonderfully done... the sensual side of lust


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Now THIS is reverberating addiction that, believe it or not, most women have -but are too afraid to admit to. AND most men have, but are too overbearing and miscalculating to use properly.
And yet, this isn't ALL that you have for subjects like this, I just know that!!



