Skin tight denims and a sexy rawhide vest
My mission to fulfill my expedition tonight
A pair of handcuffs dangling from my hips
I wear a whip tied tightly around my waist
Dressed to execute like a cat on the prowl
Waiting patiently to bounce on you, my prey
A goddess, a slave to love, my passion fruit
I will take you home tonight as my trophy
Slowly I begin to seduce you into my reality
Handcuff and shackled to my bed of pleasure
Taking you where your fantasy never could
Revealing to you all of your hidden desires
As my whip cracks your back your body tightens
You whimper “Mistress may I have another?”
Your sweet scent of musk begins to fill the air
Intoxicating me with every breath I receive
Undoing the handcuffs that bounded you
I roll you over and begin to kiss your lips
Slowly kissing my way towards you breast
I take your nipple in my mouth for a bite
Your nails dig into my back as you scream
“Take me; I’m yours, do as you please!!!”
This is my cue as I grab hold of your knees
Slowly I begin to spread your legs apart
Revealing to me your most sacred treasure
I gentle slide my fingers deep inside of you
Unleashing all of your untamed passion
Your body begins to quiver like an earthquake
Our body collapse in an orgasmic explosion
Exhausted, our arms and legs tangled together
Laying there in a endless pool of your sweat
We curl up together in a ball and fall a sleep
January 21, 2009
A contest entry
- Down Right Dirty by Starhiker.
700 points, ended February 21, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - the New Rules by delic8.
1200 points, ended March 19, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Fantasy! No... reality!? No. Fantality!
Only when fantasy and reality meet, true magic emerge... Very nice poem, with a good flow throughout the verses! This one is a finalist! Thanks for joining the contest! Best of luck!
Jim
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Thank you
I wanted to try something new and your contest gave me the chace to do so. Thanking you for reading and comenting on this poem
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Being called a "passion fruit" sounds sexy until you really think about it for a second.
I like the assonance (I think that's what it is, I'm rusty on my proper poetry words) in "My mission to fulfill my expedition tonight."
Interesting separation in a sleep.
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Thank you for your coment. This was something I had wanted to try but was nerves to do. Thanks for having this contest.
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