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| Topic: Leigh's "Steamy" Poetry Thread..Don't be shy, I'll go first! | |
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Wish I could steam write!
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Wish I could steam write! Just do it Hippy! 
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Small Tokens...
Kneeling before you Nude and vulnerable I raise my head Compel my eyes to meet yours Although I try I cannot conceal my hunger… You look through me Deep into my core Find that place Your place Always moist and ready Always wanting you… 
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 Thank you!
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Small Tokens... Kneeling before you Nude and vulnerable I raise my head Compel my eyes to meet yours Although I try I cannot conceal my hunger… You look through me Deep into my core Find that place Your place Always moist and ready Always wanting you…
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Fixation
she hates putting them in her mouth doesn’t like the taste the smell or the feel she hates having to use her hands on them pealing back the skin… …holding things it’s almost like work she hates how they start out firm and end up soft; even mushy sometimes and she hates the way it feels going down her throat lumpy, slimy and then it leaves a less than desirable aftertaste when you hear her explain this, it’s easy to understand why she hates bananas |
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Fixation she hates putting them in her mouth doesn’t like the taste the smell or the feel she hates having to use her hands on them pealing back the skin… …holding things it’s almost like work she hates how they start out firm and end up soft; even mushy sometimes and she hates the way it feels going down her throat lumpy, slimy and then it leaves a less than desirable aftertaste when you hear her explain this, it’s easy to understand why she hates bananas 
xx................o |
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Kev....you clever man...i was going to post something...but to follow this......smiling.
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Wish I could steam write! Just do it Hippy!
Enthralled Blood pounding Throughout veins Manhood hard Rises again Holding you close Entwined as one Penetration Of my love Passions rise Higher peaks Exhausted we Cannot speak We cling as it’s over Not willing to let go Our lips search for answers In steamy kisses |
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Wish I could steam write! Just do it Hippy!
Enthralled Blood pounding Throughout veins Manhood hard Rises again Holding you close Entwined as one Penetration Of my love Passions rise Higher peaks Exhausted we Cannot speak We cling as it’s over Not willing to let go Our lips search for answers In steamy kisses You did it!  ...And quite well I might add!! ...STEAMY Hipster! ...Hope all the eligible ladies are reading this!
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Where are all my "steamy" poets?? 
forgotten dreams...war of the sexes....part one her eyes glisten sparkle glint invite...lips form a seductive mocking lilt...curves no man would tour with speed...her breath gives her away...she seeks sport...a kitten on the prowl..are you a man or a mouse...be careful she will devour you...irresistibly deadly this way...flowing dance she moves in ...all fluffy steel.. you are on her court now..serve well steel in velvet her touch...your arms seek and fail...a mocking laugh as she teases away...a counter move...positions change...the prey seeks offense...quicksilver lightning she evades...counter strike kiss flicked...you are too slow...amused she...you are safe .think quick...on your toes,tango in...play at aloof...tricky,working,nice play your voice a kiss...true endearments...your hands,her back a dance floor her feet have left...carressing her to your body as the unheard song plays...a kiss stolen given away...dancing in place now. curiousity has this kitttens cap..brave mouse you may yet live... your kiss tastes the offered nape...her perfume a narcotic...sensous rythm develops...bodies sway in ancient rythm...brakes tested, hold. a circular dance she the center...how much can you discover...which touch where...gaining knowledge...the slow game...connect the dots sometimes like snakes and ladders,steps go back...an artful form...a body sage...both take pleasure...her hands not idle,shirt lost brakes still holding...driving faster ..still slow curves...kisses now gain fervour placed everywhere...hands beginning intimate everywhere...a hip check...a button pushed...dots become a line...her weight supporting.she is yours luscious treat tasting...her skin tantalizing..that taste...dress floor. brakes fading overheating..who cares...touches full,bodies bare... sensuous skin glides muscles flex she rises...your arms an alter.she accepts the sacrifice...no spot is safe. your questing tongue. everywhere from head to toe...arches hisses scratches.delivers dessert,arms demand embrace..comply.do not let feet touch floor...your arm, her back support...moving swiftly you hear the next attack...brakes tearing rivets,an unheard sound...heartbeat thunders.. the hallway serves its purpose..this room,this rack of pleasure no surrender offered...thump steady growing...load unbalance a support.legs twine you are caught..hands free..held in place... your strategy a masterpiece..eyes open wide startled pleasure...a ride like no other..the machine sets the pace,you are free to offset it...brakes? le petite mort approaches |
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Where are all my "steamy" poets??
forgotten dreams...war of the sexes....part one her eyes glisten sparkle glint invite...lips form a seductive mocking lilt...curves no man would tour with speed...her breath gives her away...she seeks sport...a kitten on the prowl..are you a man or a mouse...be careful she will devour you...irresistibly deadly this way...flowing dance she moves in ...all fluffy steel.. you are on her court now..serve well steel in velvet her touch...your arms seek and fail...a mocking laugh as she teases away...a counter move...positions change...the prey seeks offense...quicksilver lightning she evades...counter strike kiss flicked...you are too slow...amused she...you are safe .think quick...on your toes,tango in...play at aloof...tricky,working,nice play your voice a kiss...true endearments...your hands,her back a dance floor her feet have left...carressing her to your body as the unheard song plays...a kiss stolen given away...dancing in place now. curiousity has this kitttens cap..brave mouse you may yet live... your kiss tastes the offered nape...her perfume a narcotic...sensous rythm develops...bodies sway in ancient rythm...brakes tested, hold. a circular dance she the center...how much can you discover...which touch where...gaining knowledge...the slow game...connect the dots sometimes like snakes and ladders,steps go back...an artful form...a body sage...both take pleasure...her hands not idle,shirt lost brakes still holding...driving faster ..still slow curves...kisses now gain fervour placed everywhere...hands beginning intimate everywhere...a hip check...a button pushed...dots become a line...her weight supporting.she is yours luscious treat tasting...her skin tantalizing..that taste...dress floor. brakes fading overheating..who cares...touches full,bodies bare... sensuous skin glides muscles flex she rises...your arms an alter.she accepts the sacrifice...no spot is safe. your questing tongue. everywhere from head to toe...arches hisses scratches.delivers dessert,arms demand embrace..comply.do not let feet touch floor...your arm, her back support...moving swiftly you hear the next attack...brakes tearing rivets,an unheard sound...heartbeat thunders.. the hallway serves its purpose..this room,this rack of pleasure no surrender offered...thump steady growing...load unbalance a support.legs twine you are caught..hands free..held in place... your strategy a masterpiece..eyes open wide startled pleasure...a ride like no other..the machine sets the pace,you are free to offset it...brakes? le petite mort approaches Elle qu'une petite mort s'est multipliée, il un halètement final! 
Awesome write Rynn!...Thank you!!
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Edited by
KiK2me
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Wed 03/27/13 01:04 AM
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I don't know how "Steamy" you might consider this
But i just want to contribute a copy to your collection And i hope you will like it folks Thanks for being my friend... Leigh ! Mere words dare not say By Yours Truly Local Talent What then be said From a heart that beats true To penetrate darkness In reaching for you To reach past the numbness Though evil has lied To find true your heart What i'm feeling inside Your warmth like the heat Of a of a cool summer day The taste of your lips Mere words could not say As chemistry linger The smell of your hair Words dare not profess As my soul do i swear The feel of your softness Your skin upon mine And Kingdoms befallen This love you inspire And Kingdoms befallen Regret cast not shout As the heart of such men For their love leave no doubt A letter of truth May it reach you this day "I love thee fair maiden" What more can words say... Dawn be the breaking Let love breath new life I care so for you... ..# "/" Sir KiK |
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I don't know how "Steamy" you might consider this But i just want to contribute a copy to your collection And i hope you will like it folks Thanks for being my friend... Leigh ! Mere words dare not say By Yours Truly Local Talent What then be said From a heart that beats true To penetrate darkness In reaching for you To reach past the numbness Though evil has lied To find true your heart What i'm feeling inside Your warmth like the heat Of a of a cool summer day The taste of your lips Mere words could not say As chemistry linger The smell of your hair Words dare not profess As my soul do i swear The feel of your softness Your skin upon mine And Kingdoms befallen This love you inspire And Kingdoms befallen Regret cast not shout As the heart of such men For their love leave no doubt A letter of truth May it reach you this day "I love thee fair maiden" What more can words say... Dawn be the breaking Let love breath new life I care so for you... ..# "/" Sir KiK If this were but a delicate rose and not a delicate write I'd place it in a crystal vase and keep it within sight...
Thank you for this love poem steaming with class...
PS: It deserves its own thread 
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Spent Effort
Feverish lips Searching for answers In the depths Of our souls Bodies touching Growing closer Tying our passions Flames from our hands I hold you Soft orbs of flesh Gently massaged Eliciting pleasurable moans As our rhythm quickens To our final destination And we lay spent With each other |
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Spent Effort Feverish lips Searching for answers In the depths Of our souls Bodies touching Growing closer Tying our passions Flames from our hands I hold you Soft orbs of flesh Gently massaged Eliciting pleasurable moans As our rhythm quickens To our final destination And we lay spent With each other Hippy, you're on a roll, found your steamy groove didn't ya!
Good for you!
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Warm breeze blows into the bedroom window,
the moon is pouring over us in a silver wave. aching I watch it's flowing gentle movement rippling slowly over your pale smooth skin The beauty of your glowing body beckons me to touch, to taste, to love it's graceful expanse, from your forehead to toes, fingers to nose How I hunger to know you so completely To gladly find all the wondrous places that bring you such sweet pleasure. forging bonds that tie your heart to mine, two hearts beating wildly together as one. W. I. Boucher June 12, 2001 |
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Tasting, teasing, touching, untill they feel the fire grow. Burning, yearning, wanting, needing release. roaring, soaring climax. kissing, holding, after glow bliss.
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Edited by
Leigh2154
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Sun 03/31/13 07:25 AM
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Warm breeze blows into the bedroom window, the moon is pouring over us in a silver wave. aching I watch it's flowing gentle movement rippling slowly over your pale smooth skin The beauty of your glowing body beckons me to touch, to taste, to love it's graceful expanse, from your forehead to toes, fingers to nose How I hunger to know you so completely To gladly find all the wondrous places that bring you such sweet pleasure. forging bonds that tie your heart to mine, two hearts beating wildly together as one. W. I. Boucher June 12, 2001 Wowzer Cowboy, this guy can write some steam.!.. 
I googled and here he is!! http://www.wwiaviation.com/hof/ ... His link is called "Hearts of Fire"... |
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Tasting, teasing, touching, untill they feel the fire grow. Burning, yearning, wanting, needing release. roaring, soaring climax. kissing, holding, after glow bliss. Yes, yes, yes!!  Thank you Penny!
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