#slutty poetry

[missmegansmusings]

In between orgasms

I write you poetry

[kaida427]

A Man who has Everything

Duet of Cages - 7 - Carmino - Suggestive

It’s quiet; calm. The sun is hot but the breeze cools. The sweat sticks to our faces, Down our chests, More. You ask for more. I’m happy to comply. Your wish is my command. I live to serve you. Isn’t that the point? You’ve been served your whole life, In expectation of more. Who am I to refuse? You back falls upon the scratchy fabric, A thin barrier from the grass. And yet I don’t think that you mind. You’ll mind tomorrow. Brushing the dust off your shoulders, Rubbing tiredly at your eyes. You’ll complain to me. It’s an act. You crave simplicity. I can offer it. Don’t I live to serve? Even if it means giving you What you didn’t know what you wanted. I intend to show you, The man who has everything, Everything you don’t have. Yet, at least.

[halseyscomett]

*appears in your dream* yeah hey sorry, i tried calling but you didn’t pick up

[texas-junk-drawer]

Girls turn 17 and become addicted to

[ukazceciky]

i need to fuck.

badly,

me and my gf broke up

and iam so horny that i will fuck every hole in your body, u dumb slut.

[vikramsharma007]

[thegoldenavenger]

i got tired so fast drawing this :( anyways, for The Grand Unified Theory of Shěn Qīngqiū for one of the beginning chapters.

[subirl9]

My summer dresses barely fit anymore 😓

[moonlights-tears]

See myself in those eyes

Between those thighs

Tender touch of lips

Fingers gripping hips

[missmegansmusings]

Take the L

Look at my tits

Lick me all over

Lock me up tight

Like what you see?

Too bad you just don’t like me.

[kaida427]

The Evenings We Share

Duet of Cages - 6 - Vincent - Suggestive

So it seems another night, Centered upon our delight, Evenings we share with nobody here, Nobody around to interfere.

We shed our worries and our doubts, We shed the problems we must surmount. Evenings we share here in the dark, Moments where we can hit our marks.

To forget the mistakes we made, To keep from our dismay, Evenings we share into the city, Not long enough for them to miss me.

Even when the dawn grows, You’re the only one who knows, Evenings we share that feel like home, On nights we don’t feel so alone.

I’m held up like an empty glass, Only for show, to hide the flask, Evenings we share, I’m filled with wine, Ones where I feel so divine.

It’s unholy, a disgrace, That wanton look upon your face. Evenings we share full of desire, Sharing breaths as we perspire.

Such an awful mess you make, The more you give, the more I take. Evenings we share must be sins, But a Hell like this means that we win.

And yet your beauty makes me smile, And your voice keeps me a while, Evenings we share, I hear you sing, Singing what desire brings.

[sreekar]

One Night Only

Staring at the ceiling as cold air pierces through my bare chest,

she and I wanted to fuck, so we hit it off and I forgot about the rest.

Slutty shadows slyly and slowly seep into the room, 

as the moonlight illuminates her bare body on top of me through the windowsill.

We barely talk, just kiss, moan and whimper like we are high off a pill. 

As this love only lasts for tonight, 

and time is albeit measured in orgasmic delight.

The sun rises, she dresses up and so do I, 

while we were about to leave, 

we stare at each other and kiss.

Our lips lock, feelings fade, and we walk away, 

as my body chooses to remember her touch and forget the other parts.

Because this affair has no future and was doomed from the start,

and I am in town for one night only, and now I am not.

[boybasher]

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my poem:

Don’t you wanna cheat on your wife

Make you double guess your vows

Sin is only pretty, when it’s temporary

5 minutes and he’s gone

Back to playing house

They all wanna get in and dip

You can find her lurking dark alleys

With the sultry look in her eyes

She’s kinda scary, in a lustful way

She prays for herself and swallows the pests

Sweet like bubble chews

Ssxy like her mother

Ballsy like her father

She won’t miss you

Just the feeling of being adored

Attention versus admiration

Sensual touch is foreign

Out of her budget

She has a price

Are you willing to cough up the cold hard cash or left driving home with blue balls?

[vikramsharma007]

[ellejellehell]

this probably won't get much of a response but I trust the whims of fate more than I trust Google. I saw a post earlier about him and now I'm curious what are the best works by Lord Byron. Or more particularly your favorites. I want to get more into old literature and he seems aspirational. As if Tumblr is to be believed he was a slutty slutty goth man. But I am really looking for your favorites rather than what Google would send me. Biographies are great too.

[pastelsnakeyy]

I'm so tired. I do not wish to be awake. I wish to be asleep in his arms. I wish for them to protect me from the harsh world outside. I only want to be thinking of him and not the cruel reality.