Pocky-Yoshi
[14] Master
^Well I kinda like poetry....
8wayrun's poetry block
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Tha_Shogun
[10] Knight
Ill post my pom on here. it gets sexually explicit, just a head's up. here it goes:
It's been almost three months, and they've grown to like one another
Long walks, romantic dinners, and late night conversations were a few
This is old business, this is nothing new
So what made him any different, different from the others?
One night in particular had her questioning her new beliefs
A woman's heart could only take so much, and she was no exception
So why is she still on the phone with this man,
Another heart breaker, to steal what was left of her soul?
To her, "not to love is not to live" was a lie
She has fallen in love many times, and over time, became traumatized
Not wanting to get close to another man, so what made him so different
Different from the others
"You still with me lil' mama?" says the man on the phone
"Yeah, I'm still here, I just got some things on my mind. Hold up, someone is at my door"
Phone in hand she goes to the door to open it, only to be confronted with the man she has been in long thought about
"What are you doing....."
Before she could finish her sentence he gently touched her lips with his finger to silence the talking and calm her down.
Slowly removing his finger, he puts his hand on her waist, and kisses her passionately on the lips
Her heart starts to race,
She cannot believe this is happening, letting another man get this close to her
Why can't I stop him? What is he doing to make me feel so good?
He picks her up, legs around waist, and carries her to the bed room
Nervous tension flows through her body,
He knows where to touch, while still showing her body respect
She cannot stop, like a flower in full bloom, getting ready for fall
To shed each petal for the cold weather, she too, knows what to expect.
Each touch of his hand sends a jolt of sensation through her body
He knew exactly where to grasp, raising the pressure of a successful partnership
What makes him so different
He starts to kiss on her neck, she grips on his head
He moves lower, head in between her breasts, he kisses one while squeezing the other, exchanging
He goes lower
Her body starts to shake, but she isn't nervous
Attracted to him like humming birds to gilias, she can't resist what is happening,
Layed back, wondering what makes him so different.
To her navel down in between her thighs to her toes and back up, love has never felt so good.
Wetter than the perfect storm over a lush field
Her body was ready, and yearning for what he had to give
She slowly bites her lip, seductively telling him she's ready
Her body tenses, he pushes inside
The first push is a jolt through her body going from her head to below her waist
Slowy at first, making sure he keeps a steady pace
Hitting the right spots, she moans, the sound of a pleased woman
As if he's smiling to himself, he stays positioned, making sure he hits the same spot
"He's the best, I've never been pleased this way"
"Why is he so good, as if he's in my head, knowing when to push when to pull"
"Where to touch and still keep his posture and momentum"
"Knowing exactly what I want"
Hips moving like the perfect dance, he knows what he's doing, and prepares her for more, as he starts to go faster.
Her heart is racing
Her nerves are shaking
Panically grabbing the sheets on the bed,
Feverishly finding something harder to grab on, trying to handle what he gives her
What makes him so different
She tries to tense up, he relaxes her
She starts to move across the bed, he holds her in place
She starts to move up, he goes with her.
Her tests fails, he truly is inside her head.
He starts to slow down, giving long and deep strokes
Slowly as if to a beat of a lone bass solo in a Jazz club.
He then leans over to whisper something in her ear
Her heart is pounding and racing at the same time like the beat of a Gambia drummer,
What is he about to say?
"I want those three words, but am I ready for a commitment like that?"
"I told myself I would never do that again, but so soon this time?"
He is now by her ear, and she takes a deep breath and prepares for what he is about to say.
"Hello, Hello? Tanisha are you still there?"
"What kind of question is that, of course I am here."
He then opens his mouth again to say something, and a loud tone pulsates through her ear.
She then comes too her senses, and the phone is back in her hand and on her ear.
"Tanisha, wake up girl! Did you just fall asleep on me?"
Not knowing what to say, and not wanting to reveal her thoughts she answers "I don't know"
He then chuckles and wishes her a goodnight sleep
Why was her dream so physical, testing and pushing beyond the boundaries of her sexual limits?
To have a feeling towards a man in such short time, what was this love, this lust, this ecstasy?
Whatever it was, it was sensational, and a fantasy that only embed the thought of desire with this male beyond anything and anybody she has ever been with
She now knows why he is so different.
It's been almost three months, and they've grown to like one another
Long walks, romantic dinners, and late night conversations were a few
This is old business, this is nothing new
So what made him any different, different from the others?
One night in particular had her questioning her new beliefs
A woman's heart could only take so much, and she was no exception
So why is she still on the phone with this man,
Another heart breaker, to steal what was left of her soul?
To her, "not to love is not to live" was a lie
She has fallen in love many times, and over time, became traumatized
Not wanting to get close to another man, so what made him so different
Different from the others
"You still with me lil' mama?" says the man on the phone
"Yeah, I'm still here, I just got some things on my mind. Hold up, someone is at my door"
Phone in hand she goes to the door to open it, only to be confronted with the man she has been in long thought about
"What are you doing....."
Before she could finish her sentence he gently touched her lips with his finger to silence the talking and calm her down.
Slowly removing his finger, he puts his hand on her waist, and kisses her passionately on the lips
Her heart starts to race,
She cannot believe this is happening, letting another man get this close to her
Why can't I stop him? What is he doing to make me feel so good?
He picks her up, legs around waist, and carries her to the bed room
Nervous tension flows through her body,
He knows where to touch, while still showing her body respect
She cannot stop, like a flower in full bloom, getting ready for fall
To shed each petal for the cold weather, she too, knows what to expect.
Each touch of his hand sends a jolt of sensation through her body
He knew exactly where to grasp, raising the pressure of a successful partnership
What makes him so different
He starts to kiss on her neck, she grips on his head
He moves lower, head in between her breasts, he kisses one while squeezing the other, exchanging
He goes lower
Her body starts to shake, but she isn't nervous
Attracted to him like humming birds to gilias, she can't resist what is happening,
Layed back, wondering what makes him so different.
To her navel down in between her thighs to her toes and back up, love has never felt so good.
Wetter than the perfect storm over a lush field
Her body was ready, and yearning for what he had to give
She slowly bites her lip, seductively telling him she's ready
Her body tenses, he pushes inside
The first push is a jolt through her body going from her head to below her waist
Slowy at first, making sure he keeps a steady pace
Hitting the right spots, she moans, the sound of a pleased woman
As if he's smiling to himself, he stays positioned, making sure he hits the same spot
"He's the best, I've never been pleased this way"
"Why is he so good, as if he's in my head, knowing when to push when to pull"
"Where to touch and still keep his posture and momentum"
"Knowing exactly what I want"
Hips moving like the perfect dance, he knows what he's doing, and prepares her for more, as he starts to go faster.
Her heart is racing
Her nerves are shaking
Panically grabbing the sheets on the bed,
Feverishly finding something harder to grab on, trying to handle what he gives her
What makes him so different
She tries to tense up, he relaxes her
She starts to move across the bed, he holds her in place
She starts to move up, he goes with her.
Her tests fails, he truly is inside her head.
He starts to slow down, giving long and deep strokes
Slowly as if to a beat of a lone bass solo in a Jazz club.
He then leans over to whisper something in her ear
Her heart is pounding and racing at the same time like the beat of a Gambia drummer,
What is he about to say?
"I want those three words, but am I ready for a commitment like that?"
"I told myself I would never do that again, but so soon this time?"
He is now by her ear, and she takes a deep breath and prepares for what he is about to say.
"Hello, Hello? Tanisha are you still there?"
"What kind of question is that, of course I am here."
He then opens his mouth again to say something, and a loud tone pulsates through her ear.
She then comes too her senses, and the phone is back in her hand and on her ear.
"Tanisha, wake up girl! Did you just fall asleep on me?"
Not knowing what to say, and not wanting to reveal her thoughts she answers "I don't know"
He then chuckles and wishes her a goodnight sleep
Why was her dream so physical, testing and pushing beyond the boundaries of her sexual limits?
To have a feeling towards a man in such short time, what was this love, this lust, this ecstasy?
Whatever it was, it was sensational, and a fantasy that only embed the thought of desire with this male beyond anything and anybody she has ever been with
She now knows why he is so different.
Psylocide
[09] Warrior
Tha_Shogun
[10] Knight
I found your calling...
Here, write these.
lol, at least id b makin' money id i did.
Pocky-Yoshi
[14] Master
Well. It was kinda like a story yet poetic. Very descriptive piece of writing.
I'd give it a 10/10. You should post another poem, my friend.