710 posts
  • mrguilty 3w


    Envisioning that fruitful destination
    Syncing her beats to each seconds
    Yearning for a scented authority's presence
    Losing herself into a euphoric voltage
    Pandemonium of such motives
    Were always there..Always will be
    She knows them. She longs for them
    Every single time. Every single night..

    Surreal substances start to charge up
    Making such explosions ready
    Playing with an amorous fire, already
    Expanding. Flaring. Urging. Settling
    Surreal shade transforms
    Into a crashing truculence
    Calling that raw paradise of an ecstasy’s cage
    Spreading between such lusciousness
    Contemplating that dash of her lustrous rage
    Shushing herself, oh so quietly She awaits..

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  • stephionee 3w


    Those fingers disappeared within my body

    The Gasps and moans truly devoured my conscious

    Picking me up and holding my body

    Feeling it go in as I bit my lip

    I felt it go deeper as my eyes slowly rolled to the back of my head

    Someone is going to break the bed.

    Fingers moving in a circular motion constantly

    Tongue down my throat

    Hand grasp around my neck

    Satisfaction is true bliss

    Quenched baby

    Delicious lover


    I moaned


    Hell, if I didn't curse now

  • stephionee 3w

    Those Long Days

    After those long days

    I kicked my heels off and greeted with a "Welcome home."

    I felt a kiss upon my lips. I wanted more

    I wanted to taste sweet smell of Cinnamon Chai Latte upon his lips as I placed the food down on the counter.

    He picked me up placed me on the island

    Ripped my shirt open as buttons fell on the ground

    Like a Ravenous Beast

    Both ready to devour each other

    Hands caressing upon warm bodies

    Eyes rolling back as groans echo throughout the room

    The banging on the walls and cops that were called

    Neither wanted to escape this heavenly sexual escapade.

    Sweat rolled from one body onto another as they panted on the shower floor

    Hair damp, aching bodies.

    All of this awaited her after A Long Day.


  • koushikwrites 4w

    Frolicking inside her galaxy
    Slushing her milky way
    Shooting my burning pole star

    Lets move in light speed


  • poetryoofmyhearts 6w


  • killer2 7w


    In this hopeless world of ours,
    I found a sensation that I keep,
    One that makes me smile as I sleep,
    One that makes me tick,
    It’s this feeling,
    That makes your gut go wild.

    This shitty feeling we have,
    That makes us do crazy things,
    And it comes because of his smile,
    It comes because of his humor,
    Because if it wasn’t for him,
    I would still be looking at life like shit,
    Right now I love life,
    I call him deepshit.
    And he says “tiny ass”
    We both know it’s abit big.
    But it matters.
    Him and I

    It matters because If it didn’t,
    I wouldn’t feel so needy,
    But I do.
    So am glad.

    It’s not love.
    It’s more than that.

  • aghoriamli 10w


    चुम्बन एक ऐसी गतिशील क्रिया
    जिससे मस्तिष्क कि सारी थकान मिट जाती


  • devilfish 10w

    One Gasp

    Two separate waves
    Collide when they
    Are unified
    Combines in 2 equal lines
    At the center of a divide
    No need to think twice
    Tonight feeling it will suffice
    You heard me right
    Believe me this is urgent
    I have you in my sight
    I'll awaken you to fight
    Sleep with my insight
    Like smoke stay woke
    I compelled you
    I spelled you like sentence
    I expelled you
    Here I sentence you to sentiments and
    Feed the earth and free the herd
    Of ignorance
    Here's the crown from my garden
    Turned to stone
    I harden
    I'm hungry
    I am starving
    I am catharsis
    I'm burning I am incense
    That will condense
    My prophecies won't invent words where
    They are not needed
    Figure me out
    Read me like you read the thesis
    A religion that oozes into my speechless
    Purpose that It is so evident you could time it
    Put me on private
    Put my phone on silent my lack of lacking
    Is so inviting
    Smiling with a face brightened
    So enticement is exactly what you thought
    I can read your silence in between your coy
    Feel my eros in scorpio
    The serpent's eyes that peer into violence
    And make it out to the other side of
    Poseidon's Trident
    An environment out of control
    Thwarted justice with corruption
    He knew what he's inciting
    But forget all the choices
    I'm exactly who you invited
    When you fuse a muse with an experiential perfume
    An allure
    This is not a copy
    I aim
    I'm viscous when I'm forced to
    Skip off into verse after verse when
    I ripped my shirt off and carved into
    It words so the night of summer could obscure I can't stop their is no cure
    But I feel myself and transform my pain with burnt disdain I seethe hate
    I find it dirty and perverse
    The moral thing to do is now obscured
    Have i just transformed or metamorphosis
    from light to dark
    You can set me apart
    Met me at the memory of a melody
    Fleeting like a bumblebee
    It's honey is not sweet enough
    To stop me with trust
    You can't drop me while you drop dust
    You're the light at the point of It's
    Exalting time to move us with a rush
    A whisper of a touch
    I move my body like I tattooed it with the congruence in my movement when I do it
    I am moving fusing fuming parasitic service that threatens you and murders you with lust and diamond dust
    Intoxicated by your drums
    Heartbeats that thump like the urging of wanting one convergence
    Not insurgency
    At the peak of my streets echo in my sirens
    Leak insight out of my third iris

  • jaimespeed 11w

    #pod #mirakee #poetry #drinking #writersnetwork #sensual

    on the rocks

    the napkin with the # on it / the # with the napkin under it / in my hand / in your hand / shuddered clothes / shuttered limbs / under my hand / here / pause / stay to curved thigh / skin / of a napkin / soft / and fraying / between fingers / hands / to lips / licking / salt rimmer / a drink stain / on the napkin / on pants / off / a drink stain / rimmer / panting / empty cups / ice / empty bar / empty / top shelf / this is a celebration / you’re top / shelf / on the rocks / stop /
    don’t stop //
    don’t stop / asking for more / refills / drinks / are sweating / on the napkin / smearing 2s and 3s // a love letter untangling / arms uncrossing / legs / the train station’s still open / for legs / orgasm central / the centre / here this centre / bellybutton / to bellybutton / this is obliteration / the centres / of bottles / are hollow / alone / at the train station / running / late / I’ll never drink again / I write a drunk text / to myself / on a sticky note / on the highest cabinet / saying it’s ok / to drink again / I can’t write when I’m this thirsty / no more chicken nuggets / in the bathtub / every second / every second favourite breast / I like 3s best // all smudged in sweat / scribbling poetics / on unopened mail / my alarm / the ring a drink makes / sincerely obliterated /

    (Originally published by OyeDrum Magazine)

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    on the rocks

    stop /
    don’t stop //
    don’t stop / asking for more / refills / drinks / are sweating / on the napkin / smearing 2s and 3s // a love letter untangling / arms uncrossing / legs / the train station’s still open / for legs /


  • lovesmessenger 12w

    Dark Arts of Passion

    This bed will become our array
    while my body becomes the grimoire of your pleasure
    for I use esoteric knowledge to bring you from the abyss
    summoning you to a realm of bliss
    as your body becomes a pot filled with my love's potions

    I use cursive to lace your body with curses
    as my tongue write letters upon you like sigils
    summoning love's presence upon you
    taking my time with this ritual
    for passion wants to be conjured
    lust peering from the corner of our beings
    while she uses her spell to bind us

    The candles' flames dance in a rhythmic cycle
    lust run wild as our love forms a protective circle
    for tonight our craft will gain us immortality
    a moment frozen forever between us
    we become practitioners of the occult
    as our love gifts this magical night to us

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #erotic #sensual #love #passion

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    Dark Arts of Passion

    We use our bodies as sacrifices to conjure passion's otherworldly fires

  • tenderkisses 13w


    The beautiful sounds of music are invigorating, vibrating through her body, cleansing her, awakening her, caressing her, cradling her sensual soul and taking her on a new adventure..


  • shaundele 15w

    I see you watching me
    Taking in the curves of my body
    Is this going to be enough for your dreams
    Or should I turn around and let you see more of me

    Go ahead
    You have my permission
    I'll pretend not to notice
    While I flex like a vixen
    If you can be discreet
    I'll bend over as a bonus
    You won't want to miss a beat
    So be sure to keep your focus

    I'll throw my head back
    Bite my lip
    You like that
    Eyes closed
    I'll arch my back
    All positions that you like

    I can feel your tension growing
    Hold it in right now
    You don't want to lose that energy
    Let it build for tonight
    When you're home alone with the lights out
    And your vivid memories of me
    You could let it all out
    In blissful release


  • an_aphrodisiac_alchemist 16w

    Her sultry voice flowed as smooth as silk ,quite soft and in perfect rhythm.
    Her sensual soul sang its own song , her each sedative note was captured with a erotic sigh.
    I'm showing her love by slow and leisurely caress with Soft, smooth, sensuous ecstasies & eloquent passion..
    Her voice spirited me Into the high tides of love , with her i fly high. She intoxicated me Into drunken slumber, Sweet soulful moan fills the room. holding each other tight , Laying ,naked and wanting more & more of her.

  • soft_moans 17w

    Half of me wants to kiss you.
    Other half wants to choke you.

  • the_mystical_maiden 19w

    I want his
    To be
    My rhyme
    I want his
    Wild game of
    Bang and spank
    To be
    My crime


  • conundrum_thoughts 19w

    I looked at myself in the mirror and beamed with satisfaction
    Ah!!! The crimson off shoulder looks ravishing
    I reminded myself “it’s just a date with the Casanova”
    “Don’t let him fornicate. Be safe . Keep distance “
    A voice at the back of my head dictated
    The moment I entered his territory
    He closed the distance between us in few steps
    Encircling my waist
    And that was the end of my resolution

  • a_gentilischi 18w

    Many thanks to @lovesmessenger for his sweet encouragement and support, when I was writing this. I truly appreciate your thoughtful gesture. ����

    2021.02. 12
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    #farc #writersbay
    #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #love #sensual #beauty #loveagent
    #journey #far #path #rants

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    This is my pilgrimage, upon a meandering road
    Under a starless sky, sultry clouds, broad

    A far running journey whose sole purpose
    Is to move forward

    The taking... The giving...

    This roaring hunger.. this wild urge to sate
    With its blazing inferno of the flames of fate

    When I look in to your darkened, glazed eyes

    And all at once, brought back, from some faraway place
    Bright twin orbs meet mine as tender fingers idly trace

    And you sigh; a precious sound
    So so soft...
    Yet, it breaks me open

    If curiosity is a sin, then we'd be branded sinners
    If satiety is a race, then there'd only be winners

    As I move slowly, over plateaus of pleasure
    On my path of worship in unhurried leisure

    I delve in to the corners, alluring alcoves of the face
    Where I kneel to confess my fervent fall from grace

    I tremble in bliss, as words pour from my mouth
    Rewarded for all lapses, upon the altar of Eros' most devout

    Where I lie, prostrated, both slave and master
    Mindless and boundless as waves crest faster.

    Caught in rippling riptides amidst an opalescent sea
    Marred by no horizons but coloured by ecstasy

    As the quarter moon, just an ethereal sliver
    Rises to greet me , bathing me in an aura silver

    While it gorges on my untethered soul

    By now, I'm unable to walk, inebriated on summer wine
    But you drag me, insistent, murmuring "mine... mine..."

    You're a diety in chains, glorious as the sun rising
    With its blazing staccato bursts, unadulterated and exalting

    Then the molten gold chains whisper love in catechism
    They ravish me, redefine me and I fall in to the chasm

  • lovesmessenger 18w

    This Is the other part or I shall say the "painter's perspective" to Canvas of His Passion. A bit more suggestive but hope you enjoy! Month of love post!

    My Painting

    Darkness falls upon the room
    for the sun goes home
    the moon rises to take her place
    while you become the art of my eye
    my heart's paintbrush desires to paint you
    tonight your job will be to become my painting

    I pin you against the wall
    while you hang from my love
    garments get stripped off as if they were plastic coverings of your canvas
    prior painters have left you with deep blue hues
    yet my colors of love will resurrect you
    like a Phoenix adorn with vibrant hues
    your moans rises and falls like crimson feathery tunes

    Your colors are mixed within one another
    as my paintbrush graces over you
    vibrant tones enriches your scenes
    for my body brings purple marking royalty
    my paintbrush gently kisses your canvas
    for my heart claims you in loyalty

    I become immersed in your being
    for upon you love creates a scene
    while within you passion rages like a stormy sea
    pleasure drapes upon you
    while my paintbrush continues to paint you
    art of the finest quality
    for my artistic expression evolves into a blessing
    tranquility blesses this serene moment
    while the night continues with strokes of pleasure
    as you fall in love with being my precious painting

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #painting #passion #intimacy #love #sensual #erotic

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    My Painting

    Her canvas felt like art but as I gazed upon her all I seen was art

  • lovesmessenger 19w

    Since February is the month of love. I decided to post some more intimate and passionate ones. Has eroticism as well. This is part of a set. So might post the other soon. Anyway hope you enjoy!

    Canvas of His Passion

    His eyes chooses me
    his heart echos to me that I'm a rare canvas
    for his heart's paintbrush yearns to paint me
    I allow him to prepare his colors of love
    to him I'm a potential treasure trove
    I exist in this moonlit filled room
    so to his desires I'll become his painting

    His pinning of me against the wall
    draws sighs from my canvas
    his strokes of paint brings rebirth in me
    as if my scenery was part Phoenix
    colors of his paint rain down like vibrant feathers
    his strokes reach within me
    for he takes ownership of my being
    previous amateur artist painted me out of greed
    yet he paints me with beautiful hues and passionate scenes

    He immerses himself within my scenery
    living in this moment of frozen beauty
    delivery of ravishing strokes of purple
    bringing out my inner royalty
    he gives me shades of different colors
    while I freely give him my loyalty

    As the night lingers
    his strokes are done masterfully
    continuously painting me with passion
    colorful sceneries he brings out of me
    for the pleasure he brings is from his artsy
    scenes of seas of serene blisses
    rages from my canvas
    for tonight pleasure and art become his assistants
    they all take joy in making me his painting

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #sensual #intimacy #erotic #passion #painting #love

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    Canvas of His Passion

    He paints me with different strokes as his love covers me in colors