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Passionately Rich, Morally Bankrupt
I still think about when we last spoke. When laughable vocable slipped between our pressed lips and i underwrote what left you clutching that pearly rope I sprayed around your throat.
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Velvet Grip
You’re a midnight breeze, whispering secrets that tease. In the darkest corners of my mind, your touch I find, Like silk sliding, your essence gliding, A symphony of seduction, an addictive eruption. You’re the taste of stolen moonlight, a celestial delight, An aphrodisiac for my hungry soul, beyond control, My cravings rise, a fire in…
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Mimic(er) – GAME (ft. OliviousMaximus)
my best friend and fellow creator, Brian (aka “mimic(er)”), created this beat with one of my joints in mind. Brian’s organic production paired flavourfully with my filth turned out to be somewhat palatable. Lemme know what you think, it’s me.
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Performing “Ropes”
First time back at the Acid Vault since the pandie… Had to drop some filth while i was there
California, cunnilingus, double entendres, erotic, erotica, Love, lust, Open Mic, Peace, Performing, Poem, poet, Poetry, respect, San Diego, sex, sexy -
Ropes
She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork. She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life. Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit. Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across…
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Stretch
Yoga with my other half tends to turn sideways when my concentration is kidnapped by her arched body. There’s no snapping back to reality once i’m locked and staring at her “Happy Baby.” I’m breathing heavy in downward-dog and bark at her cat call. She digs deep for the stretch and i’m trying to make…
cat-cow, dog, downward-dog, happy baby, limber, Love, lust, nose, Peace, Poem, Poetry, provocative, stretch, wide-leg forward bend, yoga, yogi -
Performing “Patience”
Me: “No dirty stuff tonight” Audience: “Boo!” Me: *reads clean poetry* Host: “you shoulda done two…” I guess the people prefer the dirty stuff.
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Covered in Paint
You choke the shaft of the brush, wet the tip with what looks like spit and begin to stroke. I blush and hush my screams, from seeing the streaking paint cream, leaking onto your fists. Yet you maintain a firm grip and giggle at how I’m stoked from your every brushstroke. You’re talented, creative and…
consensual, Corona Virus, COVID-19, cunnilingus, double entendres, dropping knowledge, dropping science, erotic, erotica, first time, game, goddess, hand release, innuendo, kiss, Love, lust, mistress, moist, orgasm, Peace, Poem, poet, Poetry, power, sexy, spitting, sweet, virgin, wordsmith -
Ice Cream
The cream you drip is sweeter on every lick and each tooth I sink leaves marks on your surface. You moisten my lips and send me in bliss every time my tongue glides over your leaking mess. A “sweet tooth” is my excuse for pigging-out when eating-you-out to the last satisfying pout. I don’t retract…
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Backseat ABG
Gripping thighs, bent over grinding, embracing bodies and hearts pounding. Eyes trace your face, tongues dance with a mouthful embrace and blissful kisses surrogate what heart’s wish to communicate. Call n response without speaking, our fellacious conversation has my mental peaking and erect at attention. Because through motion our souls are sensationally connected. Biting lips…
ABG, Asian Baby Girl, biddy-da-dum, communicating, erotic, erotica, fellacious, kiss, lust, motion, Poem, Poetry, pounding, sexy, surrogate, thighs
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