I know I have not been blogging for a bit. I did this for many reasons as I try to reinvent myself in writing. I just came up with this poem/erotica, well at least that's what I will call it for now and I figured I share and take your mind off the terrible situation the world is in with COVID-19. Enjoy the read. Stay SAFE!
Date night fantasies POV
I think about picking u up and you're dressed in a silky dress that hugs to your body like cotton to hair strands. We go out and grab a bite. I bite and lick my lips as I stare across the table and behold your beauty. I picture my tongue all over your body but I hold back as my being becomes erect and my pants feel tight. The waiter approaches our table after our meal and asks, " do you guys want to look at the dessert menu?" I make a wish that you say no because I hope we can be each other's dessert tonight. You say no. We head to the car and just as I open the door for u, u turn around and I kiss u. We kiss for minutes. My body pressed on yours and yours on my car. I know you feel my erect being as your thighs gradually spread open. I whisper in your ears, "I'd love to cuddle with u right now". You nod in approval. Minutes later, in the middle of my living room, I'm running my hands all over your body, holding u by your neck as we kiss, stroking your nipples with my fingers, Grabbing your thighs and your ass. I lay you down on the bed and let my tongue draw lines all over your body. Sweet circles around your areola and your nipples. Your breath becomes loud and fast while I lick around your navel and down to your thighs. I reach down to take off your panties but you don't have one on. I get excited only to notice you are excited as well. Your juices in excess soak up my fingers. I do only what is right. I spread your thighs and lick them all up. Stroking your clit and pussy lips with my tongue with passion. Your moans drift off into the walls as your words are embedded in languages of pleasure. Thrusts follow in rhythmic fashion and we both explode. Rounds and rounds we go all night. We wake up in each others arms and its mid - afternoon the next day.
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Date night fantasies POV
I think about picking u up and you're dressed in a silky dress that hugs to your body like cotton to hair strands. We go out and grab a bite. I bite and lick my lips as I stare across the table and behold your beauty. I picture my tongue all over your body but I hold back as my being becomes erect and my pants feel tight. The waiter approaches our table after our meal and asks, " do you guys want to look at the dessert menu?" I make a wish that you say no because I hope we can be each other's dessert tonight. You say no. We head to the car and just as I open the door for u, u turn around and I kiss u. We kiss for minutes. My body pressed on yours and yours on my car. I know you feel my erect being as your thighs gradually spread open. I whisper in your ears, "I'd love to cuddle with u right now". You nod in approval. Minutes later, in the middle of my living room, I'm running my hands all over your body, holding u by your neck as we kiss, stroking your nipples with my fingers, Grabbing your thighs and your ass. I lay you down on the bed and let my tongue draw lines all over your body. Sweet circles around your areola and your nipples. Your breath becomes loud and fast while I lick around your navel and down to your thighs. I reach down to take off your panties but you don't have one on. I get excited only to notice you are excited as well. Your juices in excess soak up my fingers. I do only what is right. I spread your thighs and lick them all up. Stroking your clit and pussy lips with my tongue with passion. Your moans drift off into the walls as your words are embedded in languages of pleasure. Thrusts follow in rhythmic fashion and we both explode. Rounds and rounds we go all night. We wake up in each others arms and its mid - afternoon the next day.
Instagram: innatelycrowned
Hi, I've been following your blog for quite sometime now and Im so happy that you've decided to return blogging!. please never stop writing! I was wondering if you could perhaps give me some input on a poem I recently wrote. I recently went through a break-up and I've been using poetry as a way to express myself and hurdle through the hurt. Do you mind sharing your thoughts on this?
ReplyDeleteA Soulmate who wasn’t meant to be…
I think about you often... my heart searches for you in every bus ride, every strangers face and every destination I go.
I think about you often.. I feel the absence of your fingertips, firm embrace and abrupt pleasures.. I have so many questions.. like did you ever care about me?Was I ever yours?Was I ever anything you wanted? Like is it better with me not around? Will I even be a story you tell?
I think about you often.. What am I to do with these open wounds you've placed on the pages of my heart? You've left me with untamed tears and a raging heart.. The ghosts of your abandonment and broken promises visit me like nightmares in the night.
I think about you often.. I think about how my bed is forever cold, how theres a hollow empty space shaped in the form of your silhouette.. how my lips are shut tight waiting for your return.. But this will never happen.. Your ghost is forever present... a soulmate who wasnt meant to be..
I think about you often.. I went to battle for our love... layed at the altar of God for your love.. stripped my soul and spirit bare fleshed for your love.. stayed outside the gates of your brokenness for your love...
I think about you often.. my heart feels cold, it feels sadness, .. it feels lonely for you.. it aches for you my love. it feels like ice cubes on a bare flesh.. it feels like blue eyed pins on a broken heart. it feels like unrequited I love yous on a bus ride..
I think about you often... time to let you go.. let you go.. isn't that what you said?
dearest soulmate who wasnt meant to be... I think about you alot, you know... I think about words like forever and never.. I match these words with your name.. I think about how I might never see you again.. how we will forever be apart.. and that's okay.
I think about you often.. I think of our love as a unstable building.. that was never meant to be built.. but I still wait behind it's broken windows.. hoping you'll come home.. but you wont.. and that's okay. just because we cant be together doesn't mean I don't love you.. doesn't mean i don't miss you .
I think about you often.. dearest soulmate who wasn't meant to be.. your royal blue dimpled heart will forever be the stains spilled on the many layers of my spirit.
-G.
Great work!
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