Teaser Hey! You! Yeah, you with that
"I've got nearly enough on my plate
but I'd like a serving of you
dressed in nothing more than massage oil"
look in your eyes. You know,
I'd just love to kiss you.
I've got this kissing urge that goes way beyond
lips and skin and saliva and tongue.
You know, that sort of kissing urge
that just leads on and on to all senses tingling
and screaming
and begging for more. Yeah, I'd love to kiss you
Full, firmly on the smacker
so that our breath mingles
and the sweet secretions of
our mouths, open to each other,
blend and brew. I'd really like to kiss you - can you tell? And then,
My hands as the servants of
an exploratory mind
would search your face, your head.
Phrenology a study that wants
examining further. Your neck,
that smooth highway from your mind
to your physique
I would suckle and lick to find
Your pulse.
Your lifeblood. I'd like to take the lobe of your ear
between my teeth
and tease your aural sensibilities
with the ramblings of my tongue. I'd like to look deep down into your eyes
and open up your soul to
searing scrutiny.
I'd wrap my aura around yours
to form psychadelia. I'd like to wrap my arms around
your shoulders
And hold your body from
clavicle to hip
tightly
Against the corresponding parts of me. I'd like to feel the pressure of your
abs, pecs, thighs
As they fill and flow beneath
their smooth casing.
I'd like to watch them,
make them pumped and play with them. I'd like to use my nails against your back
and send morse messages
of lust and desire
through your spinal chord.
I'd follow each rib, each disc
serving as a sub-station for my dictation.
I'd tattoo these thoughts and dreams
through to yours. I'd like to massage your fantasies
into pliancy
and sculpt them into form. I'd like to wrap your legs around
my legs around you
and pull you into me.
I'd like to make you climax so that
your brain loses all sense of
reality, time, rationalism and focus and swells instead with a mantra
that means more. I'd like to take you on that rollercoaster
where every loop is the crest of a breaking wave
that spirals down and around
and back until
ups and downs
seem no more like directions but a never-ending montage. I'd like to meld our bodies into one
joyous ball of energy
bouncing on the pleasurable see-saw
of ecstasy and bliss.

Would be nice to know who this is for? Anyone in particular? Or are you just a cunning linguist?

cunning linguist lol

Big Bad Barbie I've been considering what life's like for Barbie,
The bitch has everything she doesn't need,
A genuine living doll ... with baggage,
Prostituted for K-TEL's greed.
To represent less than five percent of womankind,
Yet still be a role model for the young, Have a twelve-inch waist, forty two-inch bust,
Be spoilt, indulged and highly strung. I'd be wanton to be like Barbie,
The pin-up of playful men,
Action figures vying for my affection,
And (after considerable effort) winning it ... now
and then,
My company always sought after, For camping, boating or horse rides,
The recipient of continual expensive gifts,
To ensure my presence at their sides. I want to be like Barbie,
Accessorised to the hilt,
Handbags ... jewellery... shoes ... makeup ... clothes,
All provided free of guilt,
I want to be more flexible,
A Barbie with bendy elbows and knees, Because mine are beginning to stiffen with age,
I'm becoming more robotic by increasing degrees. I want to be a life-size Barbie,
But I've probably left my run too late,
By the time that I've finished with cosmetic surgery,
I will have passed my "use-by" date,
I could have all of the cellulite sucked out of my
thighs, And recycled onto my chest instead,
Lengthen my legs by eight inches,
But what would I do about my bloody head? Although ... if I really was like Barbie,
I'd never enjoy another hearty meal,
Forfeit pleasures of the flesh,
Maybe I'd forget how wonderful good sex can feel.
I wouldn't have any nipples,
To tease, lick or suck, I'd have a smooth crotch ... closed smiling mouth,
No luscious warm wet openings to ... fill (hmmm). And if I truly was like Barbie,
Would you ever hear a word that I'd say?
Overwhelmed by my eye pleasing packaging,
Not renowned as an audio-visual display.
If I talked ... would you listen,
Value my opinions ... cling to my words? A combination of intellect and beauty,
A disturbing Reality ... Don't be absurd

SEX is a TRANSACTION,
With emotional currency,
You're either lucky or an arsehole,
If you're getting it for free,
Some are prepared to barter flesh,
For company or affection, A house, a car, a family,
Money or protection,
When morality is attached to
Guilt can reduce the pleasure,
Whereby with uninhibited
Comes ecstasy without measure. There are those whom believe that, SEX is just for
procreation,
While there are others for whom it is, Their favourite
recreation,
There are people who only have,
SEX over the phone, And others who are happy,
To do it on their own,
There are some who really get off,
On lingerie and leather,
And those who simply prefer,
To masturbate together.