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[wordflow] My hungry mouth, adult

Posted by blackbirch in Non-fandom: Original, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

Originally posted  August 22nd, 2007. Since Kita asked for pr0n on IJ - here’s an experimental entry

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kiss my neck
nibble my ears
wrap your hand around my throat and squeeze me just a little bit tighter

your body up against mine
heat and sweat and smooth skin
your fingertips against my mouth
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[wordflow] Medusa, adult

Posted by blackbirch in Non-fandom: Original, Rated: PG friendly, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

Originally posted December 4th, 2007. incasink wrote a drabble and asked for more drabbles in her comments.  (sorry for wrecking the Medusa myth, blame it on Blood Ties tv-series)

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I bury you in my backyard.
Hold your face and kiss your eyes.
Empty and unseeing,
the mischief’s gone today

You were a bad nasty boy darling,
you had that look and we all fell,
deep into the pretty.
The sex, the heat and sweat of summernights
and busy bodies beneath the sheets.

Curled your tongue, winked your eyes,
cocked your hips and got us beggin’
to taste, tease and please.
You had us on our knees.

No matter it was all a lie.
A flash in the pan
and we all burned.
You were the fire and we’d drink our gasoline,
with a smile on cherry lips.

But you were a curious cat.
Wandered about dressed in nothing,
God’s gift to wandering eyes,
looking for mirrors to please.

This house holds no reflections,
no mirrors to reveal true selves,
or shine you into stone.
But you had to look.

And found us you did,
window images in a dark evening,
and our faces danced across the glass.
No chance for you to run,
surprise forever etched in stone.

The sunshine’s gone and
the shadow makes your body seem colder.
Marble and sand,
dark streaks across your shoulder.
Like a vein still and dead.

You turned around baby,
you really shouldn’t have.
Now you’re buried in my backyard
because even me
can’t have statues that lifelike.

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[wordflow] Leather, adult

Posted by blackbirch in Non-fandom: Original, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

poetry porn for my coffeebreak of the day. Originally posted April 16th, 2007

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Leather

Leather on my skin,
bound soft and tight,
it spreads me more than I want to show.
Makes me open for the man in front of me,
his hands burning.
Heated touch on flesh that’s aching, wanting, sweating with need.
Shivering in anticipation,
in fear,
fear that I won’t last, hold up to expectations,
won’t perform to his tastes.

But he draws the chill of cool untouched leather across my body,
tickling, demonstrating, winding me tighter than I thought possible.
It warms with my skin, wets with my sweat
and stings on my skin.

Lashes soft, made sharp with movement
by strong hands and arms I can only see inside my mind.
My eyes are closed, head down,
chains holding my weight.

He swings it, melody of leather across the air.
Soft sounds and sharp stings,
it wakes my skin in inches.

Yearning, bending, arching, dipping.
I can feel the sweat dripping down my legs,
he likes to tease.
Likes to know I’m crazy for it before it even touches me.

The room is filled with the scent of us,
salts and fluids and heat across air stained with groans.
I beg, I yield, and he holds me in the palm of his hand,
to do with as he fancies

Gave myself freely
and every second is paid in full,
desire slated, body spent.

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