Popular Post PixieDust Posted January 18 Popular Post Her aura beckons me in A siren who wears a salacious grin She is a seductress without a doubt Touching her, I am giddy throughout Her softness rolls against my skin Holding my breath, I feel akin I long to be entwined To let her drip down my spine I quietly lay next to her beauty Her silken body consumes me Lost in a dream, we meld time I arch my back and lose my mind She allows me to linger for only a second Before she dips into another position I feel her brush between my legs Her ripples make me want to beg She carves her name into my soul As she devours and swallows me whole At her touch, I wet my sweet lips As I slide within and try to take grip She pushes me further, as I ride her waves I hold on tight whilst she is having her way She’s a beautiful enchantress and a whore Insatiable, she always wants more She has no shame and will draw you back in She wants to corrupt and f'orce you to sin Maybe you’ve met her once before And like me, you have also adored She keeps her secrets hidden between the sheets Her name is Satin, a linen you will always want to keep ………
se**** Posted January 19 I felt you before you spoke, that quiet confidence wrapped in silk and intent. You thought you were leading me in, but you lingered a second too long— long enough to listen. I let you circle, let you believe the spell was yours, because desire reveals more than touch ever could. You test the edge. I don’t move. That’s when it changes. I meet your gaze and the air tightens— not with ***, but with certainty. You don’t resist. You reorient. Your thoughts slow, your body follows the correction, and suddenly the question isn’t what do you want from me but what will I allow next. I don’t take you. I receive you— because you chose to step into my frame. Stay there. Feel how easy it is when you stop pulling and start responding.
4R**** Posted January 19 31 minutes ago, sensualflight420 said: I felt you before you spoke, that quiet confidence wrapped in silk and intent. You thought you were leading me in, but you lingered a second too long— long enough to listen. I let you circle, let you believe the spell was yours, because desire reveals more than touch ever could. You test the edge. I don’t move. That’s when it changes. I meet your gaze and the air tightens— not with ***, but with certainty. You don’t resist. You reorient. Your thoughts slow, your body follows the correction, and suddenly the question isn’t what do you want from me but what will I allow next. I don’t take you. I receive you— because you chose to step into my frame. Stay there. Feel how easy it is when you stop pulling and start responding. I’m trying to work out if you’re responding to the OP or if you’re trying to publish a poem of your own?
PixieDust Posted January 21 Author Thank you for everyone's comments and love on my poem, really appreciate. 🙏🏻💜
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