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By: knappluv

knappluv — Thu, 31 Jan 2013 14:57:26 +0000

Take me to that place where you often dream…A little music to set the scene…Where I make you cream…Dribble droplets of essence the more time runs with sunset…Leg lay apart…I press for your heart…Hold you in the dimming to dark…To sunrise again…Offer love till no end…Handle you as desires tire…Thighs I slap…Legs I bend…Trembling extensions…Souls reaching for ancestors provisions…My neck she taste…Swirl tongue as I grasp waist…Pull away…Gather my emotions…Look into her eyes…Does she feel my girth as she closed eyes…Gasping in reaction to my surprise…I press deep…So powerful the stroke she forgets how to speak…Asking for only half of which she can take…So needing sleep…I touch her soul…She falls…We make bed hop…Bang walls…My feet searching for floor…Around me her love doth pour…Being my all…I’m almost sure…Rain in burst…I anoint my soul…Asking Angels to aid in my control of self…This electricity my physical provide…Wealth…I shower her with finger traces…The small of her back…Where I visit her hips…Her breast I kiss…Shallow breath…Bodies in motion…Minds coping…With trigonometry…You know angles…Graphs…She holding me…We…Let desires free.. Numbers…Slopes…After which our dirty little brains need soap…I think of these perplex contortions…I offer her a portion…She separate…And once again of half she take…Rhythm and grinds coincide…I with one finger trace…The most beautiful face…God ever placed…On a dream made reality…Varying smiles…Her thoughts offer mine clarity…Finishing each others sentences…Before we ask the other reacts…She tossed my silk slacks toward the couch landing on the back…She giggled…Turned from me and wiggled…Bottom…Gave it a smack…More than a snack…I devoured every portion of she…Over her…Under me…Let cool winds…Ascend… This bed we lay in…Before asthma take her for spin…And on knees she bend…Calling for ambulance and uniformed men…Me trying to comprehend…How do I explain that We made love till she was out of wind…Then proceeded to continue…Pain was on the venue…I was listening for her crescendo…Pretend to…Give her powers as I taste her lips…Shoulders I grip…Like they do in the tale the Sleeping Princess…She opens eyes calling me her savior…She ask for favor…As she search for my flavor…Graham Cracker…Sweet Caramel …Milk Chocolate…I tell her to stop it…Blush…I take her to the heavens in a touch…Hand on her waist…She of girdle unlace…Back to reality where the men are standing…Hiding a laugh…But understanding that it was love I was after…Saying “She’ll be fine”…Just watch it next time”…So I wake from that place in my imagination…She under me asking for more sensation…In my mind the memories of police asking that my love be rationed…Only safe when…She over me…So we rotate…Til her love run free…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Sat, 26 Jan 2013 23:43:53 +0000

She said that today was the first ever in her world…Where she saw taking some form a man…Date her girl…Take me…Push me in her bed…Rape me…Till juice flow free…Duct tape me…Arms around her waist…As she dive for taste…My love in her face…All she could take…Till her essence spill…Her lips filled…Droplets of abstaining and sheer will…Power…Passion made for hours…Her running to the shower…Then back once more…Handcuff me to chair…Episodes on the floor…Until muscles become soar…Emotions soar…Her waters pour…That awkward shake…For the love of desire…Goodness sake…Finger swirl around her plate…To tongue…The fragrance…Swish around her gums…Of getting some…Getting numb…Heartbeats fleeting drum…Softly going into the light…For seconds…Her gift…Her weapon…Shot me down…I lay still under her…Not making a sound…Just to be…In her universe where she ran free…Blessing…Gentle caressing…With her all she lay me down…Floating on pure untouched…Angelic clutch…She from clouds…Tumble…I enthralled…Am humbled…Her soft thighs…I touch…And again rise…Girth gave her a surprise…Open mouth…Closed eyes…For a moment she bites bottom lip…Then slowly licks…Moans…To the skies she once more roams…So beautiful the tones…A melody of her own…And apparently mine…She push me down…Gingerly she grinds…The ambrosia of her spilled wine…Floral spritz…And sunshine…Changing positions till bodies listen…And compliment with precision…She trembles as the sweat off her breast glisten…Nipples erect…With tongues I engage and offer tender phase…She at place where she had to turn face… Frown…Loving the way I love her down…Finger snaps…Rolling neck…Turn lips in respect…Around fingers her hair she curls…Happy today was the first ever in her world…Where she saw taking some from a man…To date her girl…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 14:41:00 +0000

Try taking off your top…Then bra…No stops…Open jaw…Slight gasp…In awe…The way she…Plays me…Flute…I ask for pant…With swoop…Then thong with loop…Like lasso to the chair…On the floor we go…Just there…My clothing she wants off slow…She bites as puppy…Just to touch me…Lucky…She said…To be next to me in bed…On kitchen table…This wall…And over banister if I’m able…Things thought only in dreams…Our reality…She pushes my soul down and straddles me…Where lips never speak…But kiss…Around me…Making me rise…My girth grow in size…Touch her skies…Become weak…Fall through clouds…Winds so divine…Scene… Sublime… I’m waiting to touch her earth with this physical of mine…Closed eyes to be blind…So I see that spark…Arched backs in the dark…Place hand over her heart…She screams…I reach further…Thrust…As my essence mix with fluid and bust…Through gate…In single file line…Millions of emotions…Heavenly design…Rush to find…The center of her soul…So hot…In an instance so cold…Asking myself to come back to whole…All that can…Inside her once more stand…Simple change of position…To my body she listens…Heartbeats like tribal drums…She grips me…Separates…Hold me…Licks me…Spits…See…Risk the…Moment where it doesn’t fit me…Holding testes…To…Warm me…Showing that she has no intent to harm me…Slow…I reach for anticipation…She jerk me…In this beautiful conversation where we dare not speak…My Queen prepares her seat…Slides down…Till placement is found…Then she faces the east…I hold her waist…Offer her stability…Let her grind on the…Object of my virility…She close to release…For my knee she reach…Moans…Allowed her spirit to roam…To the universe with a push…Pull…Repeat…This moment she keeps…Where her essence leak…Over me…Rolls to her back…As bed squeak…I now on her side…Pillows hide…Her smile…But not the trembling of her feet…Curled toes…Her thighs I hold…Press for her soul…Continue till we collapse…Scratches on my back…A tale written in the lapse…Of time…Fingernails slowly released from this body of mine…She takes shallow breath…To find me under willow tree…To sit at sunset…Wondering more about me…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 20:51:29 +0000

As curtains close…I dare with masculine care…Take off my clothes…My imperfections exposed…A sudden wonder if you like what you see…Light candles…I fall through thoughts if you can handle…Me…Forgive me if I’m rambling…I get that way when I really desire…Perfect positions…Your body whispers…I listen…I sway with the melody…I under you…You over me…Holding your waist…Your skin I taste…Hearts race…Sweat percolate…Droplets of intention down her breast…Around beautiful curves…Her gasps are heard…My love served…Thrusts and swerves…I need her…We deep in procedure…She pressed back…My thighs she grasps…Grinding till that animal inside collapses…Cloud cover…Rain drenched…Her bottom slapped…I push back…Energies running through me…For an instance I’m satisfied…Anointed in feminine fluid personified…Thinking when the waters have dried…Will she…Feel me…Carry the…Imperfections she sees in me…Close to her soul…Mine she controls…With blinks of her…Eye…If only in her thoughts I pry…Cross my heart hope to…Be without…Her moans…Her shouts…Naked…We do horizontal dance….Flamingo…Pointed pinky toe…Then curled…My want for her grow…I offer oxygen…Precious flower…A kiss…I remember the hour…9…I push her to the bed…Touch her spine…Grab her wrist…Again kiss…Call her “Freaky Bitch”…Open legs she insist…”No Papi…Yes”…She looked away and began to confess…My presence a blessing she had so much stress…Built up the side of her neck…I could see her pulse…The way she gulped… Satisfied the final result…Her spirit needing rest…But not until…She reach top of hill….Gather yourself Jill…Before tumbling and juices are spilled…Her tilted flask…For more of me she asked…Opening more…I…With foot on the floor…Hands on wall…I offer her a little…Then my all…She only takes half…I bang for expressions and laughs…You know sex faces…On ancients behalf…” That’s not funny…Silly bunny”…She whispers and turns away…In her most sacred I play…Begin to stray…Then push away…Wet…Warm…I make love to her…In my arms…She’s safe… I reach under her for hips…To push again and dip…For different angle of my ship…Her ocean has me sucking her bottom lip…I spread all she is…For all that is righteous I again give…She graciously holds close…Through moments where we seem to leave these…Frail containers take journey past trees…Universe…No frilly dress…My favorite shirt…Other clothing that trail from where they fell…Love made in the name of desire…Flicker on candle fire…Silhouette of dancers…Two it requires…For love the answer…For me…Her to hold…As we begin to allow our spirits to intertwine…To another mine sold…As we toss pillows to the floor and curtains close…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 19:56:22 +0000

What’s the cost…A new love I’ve lost…For flirtation I’m a worker…Lust the boss…Her ladle pours feminine sauce…I use one finger and lick…Grip her hips…Grab my dick…Shake…So the animal inside wake…Howls at the stakes…Runs to beach where crashing waters break…She unzips my jeans…For old times sake…No time to waste…Holding shaft takes taste…Wetting my emotions…With fingernails she rakes…My skin…By waist…Shallow breathing…My heart aflutter juices preparing for the moment it’s leaving…Electric positions…She arches her back…Her body seems to be listening…Slowly…She shows me…Her subtle motions…Her most sacred…Of which I was certain…Slopes and valleys…Asking for her hands…Saying shall we…Do this dance…Of lovers with no plans…Improvised…She opened mouth…Closed eyes…Reached for the skies…Curled toes…Open thighs…My prey…My pupils along with nostrils…Enlarge… Flare…Touch her breast I dare…Tongue tease…As I push her on knees…My love raised in degrees…From the side she had to see my eyes…Thick…She used her spit…Moaned a bit…Suck my dick…If I wasn’t so grown and used to it…I would probably be ashamed of it…None the less…Back to me teasing her breast…With these rigid fingers I press…Till erect…So perfect…Her heart they protect…Pink lace…Pinky swear…She offers me some..But I take more than my share…We indulge in roll play…Searching in my mind for script to say…Something about pipes needing pressure release…She hands me a fist full of dollars softly recalling she has friends coming for wine and cheese…”Mr. Plumber please ! “Clutching her chest…Exposing one breast…Wiping her sweat…Fanning a little…She winks and gives a giggle…Pops lips…Asking that I hold her hips…As she pretends to faint…Revive her…Think I ain’t…Faking CPR…Saying I may need to rush her to hospital in my car…If she doesn’t breath…I lay her on the floor and drop to my knees…Lightly press…A couple of times…Thinking maybe the clothing could compress ….Her very breath…I break buttons…Rip clothes…Kiss her lips then hold her nose…Let go…Trace her beauty…This wonder nice and slow…Say her panties didn’t tickle my fancy…Lie…Snatch them off..I shout “NOT NOW LAWD NOT SHAWTY!”…Begin to cry…Hands toward the sky…To revive her again I try…She smirks…Whispering from the side of her mouth ” You make me wet”…Try my lips the lower set…Swirl around her world…She breaks from pose giving her hair a swirl…Her commits to act…A gasp…And “Where am I ” was asked…”Who am I”…I told her that I was the plumber and she was about to die…”Where are my clothes”…I had to remove them heaven only knows…What may have happened…Had they continued to choke you…I kissed her lips once more…Entirely…She said her body was for me…Mine…She pushed me down…Began to grind…Slide around me…To find…Her hands on my chest…The soft fall of her breast…We made love…Till we needed rest…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 16:32:39 +0000

In this dark room…Promised myself another moment I wouldn’t hurt…I was so in love with the way she worked…Under me…In front of me…Bed and wall making this melody…That beat…As I think of it I become erect…Clutch the sheets…Gnash my teeth…For her love seek…To hide…What makes her complete…Praying that I don’t prematurely leak…Skeet…Paint ceiling…Curl toes and lock feet…For her soul reach…With eyes closed…Flared nose…Irregular heartbeat…To hold her waist…With other hand slap her cheek…Listen to her moan and squeak…Bated breath…Make love till there’s nothing left…Write name with fingertips on her soft hips…As feminine flower petals drip…My side she grip…She…Pushing me down to take a sip…Nectar so sweet…Her breast she gently rub and repeat…With adjacent…She squats over me and find placement…Grinding down till her freedom and fear delight in statement…Body language so beautiful…Language of ancients…In her thoughts…In her world…I’m taken… Energies turn on me…Emotions forsaken…Single droplet fall from heavens…Dark clouded skies…I kiss her neck as she leans forward…Grip her thighs…Two made one…As our waters to space rise…Heat vital component…I love when she rides on it…Pauses and tries new motion…Touching unknown point hoping…She release rain…She battles through the pain…Maintain…Wishes where she gain…Bliss…Disdain…This…Clothing of withholding…She calls…My name as her tilted earth creates rain and over me it’s falls…Knees folding…Rolling…Precious…Lost in the music…Just us…Time seems to stop…As all others outside continue to walk…We share oxygen…Mine…Her every drop…Trembling from lack of stamina not will…Tumble jack…Follow him Jill…Positions change…She in my brain…Matter…Mirror on the ceiling I take glances as sensual souls shatter…Her feet to the universe…I in between pressing till it hurts…Me…Search the…Blessed…Her breast this…Secondary focus…For her gasps I’m hopeless…Musk created…I thrust…She takes it…Shaking…As she gathers roses from her basement…Concentrating…She wiggles and burst…On her wave I surf…Put my weight on it…Sink to pleasure…Dive…She the reason I’m alive…I check pulse As I grab her thighs…She again finds…Release…For an instance decease…Dies underneath…Me…I revive with an embrace and heart filled speech…A whisper…She bequeaths…Tangible sheets…Where we lay…And my love she seek…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 16:46:51 +0000

In my dreams…These vivid fantasies…You moan my name…As I press to sacred portions of she…How can I be the blame…When you scream…When you came…Feet on wall…The feeling of a release so precious…We shake…Tremble from each thrust…The waters we make…I touch myself then wake…Wanting to sleep and catch up with goodness’ sake…Run to line of fate…Place all my faith…Of you give…All that I am…In heated moments of desire…Cool my essence with droplets from your lake…Rinse my innocence in refreshing passion…Whispers of emotions caught in ripples…Reflections of promise…As I stand and glance for a little…While… We frolic in the wild… Kisses that speak languages once known…Body…I embrace…Trail fingers across your face…Pupils dilate…The loudness of our hearts…The calm of space…A cosmos of chaos silenced by closed doors…Silk sheets with matching pillow case…Love made from the most pure…Thoughts…I’m sure…Only time the cost…Resembling features between her body and hourglass…We move so slow…Then so fast…I grip her hips…Push till I touch…There…And she clutch…Breast…Screams to the heavens…Yes…Trickles of femininity…She closes her eyes to remember me…The static electricity…Created by friction…To love her more my decision…Sparks…Things from the heart…Positions in the dark…Over again we start…She falls from clouds…Angels waving…Her legs raising…Thighs widen…I enjoy her riding…On her side…Lying…Under me…Feet to my shoulder…Middles touching…Sounds of sucking…People running in the rain…The way she can’t stay away…Pulling me close…Fanning the flame…So the drizzle doesn’t fizzle the fire…The shame…If she can’t meet me…Under willow tree…Weeping…My hands offered as greeting…And we lay with intent of sleeping…After a workout so satisfying…We breathing like were dying…Birds in the breeze flying…Outside window pane…Music so beautiful…Desire the blame…Or so it seems…I fell from emotions lost in a dream…

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knappluv — Wed, 26 Dec 2012 17:08:32 +0000

Flipped hair from my face…From winds tease and grace…Subtle glances at you…Take me to this place…Where we embrace…Bodies so close our heart race…I see the pulse though glands on your neck…I offer gentle kiss with a peck…Lips to skin so soft…I taste your essence in sweet sweat…A lick…Again I insist…Your gasps leave throat quickly…Shallow breaths…My muscles you clutch…It’s more than a touch…Eyes enlarge…On my upper lip you suck…Whispering you desire so much…More…Pulling me to the floor…Over me…You…Poured…Noses timidly circle cheeks…Tongues bequeath…Blessings made fluid…Your soul past eyes…Seen through this…Facade…Of tempting flesh…You feel me…I’m so hard…Past pain made physical in scars…My legs you push…Of passion we’ve been starved…For me…The hunger…You taste me…As minds wander…To where realities lay in the universes of wonder…Over me…You…Under…Ceiling where rain touches roof accompanied by thunder…Lightning close behind…Fire asunder…Our souls sparked…By heat given off between where fantasies evolve in the dark…My thigh your filled plate…Sup…My offering…Suck my inhibition till I spill chaos…From peace…In my imagination…Beneath…You…Over sheets…Motions that allow furniture to squeak…To the walls a beat…I touch with my feet…Melody…Adjusting only as my subconscious is telling me…You make me rise…I grow wide…Wanting to be inside…Where you are…I make wish on falling star…Release…I gather my energies…Falling leaf…From trees so embedded in earth…Where she guide me with her tongue…This womans work…Beautiful…I trickle…I squirt…She catches…With her hands she keeps lubricated and jerks…Hums…I fall from clouds…I come…To place where tribal fire and native drum…Center my soul…It’s the cooling from…Intimate entanglement…To singular cold…She lay head on my waist…Stealing taste…She covers herself with sheets as if it were cape…My heroine…I give up…I give in…To sacred rest… Under her will…God bless…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Sun, 23 Dec 2012 20:33:26 +0000

I’ll do things he can’t…See me at the front door no pants…Whispers of my desire in ancient chant…Grabbing you with warmest of embrace…Place hair behind ear and kiss your face…Hands move to your waist…With a tug I bring you into my place…Of love…Close door…Taking your clothing off with seductive move…Over you my will I pour…Droplets of intent…Candles on incense with sandalwood scent…Music playing your favorite melody…Whatever your body’s been telling me…I do…Under me…Over you…Pillows spread around wooden floor…Silk sheets…Heated places…We begin to sweat…My finger traces…Sacred points…Your love comes down…The moans you release…I love that sound…I kiss…Thigh…Open legs…Closed eyes…Conversation in sensual contemplation…You guide my tongue…I follow as hearts beat loud as drums…Racing to finish line…I place hands on your lower spine…Inside you…I dine…Sup your most secret I cup…Gathering freedom made fluid…She shakes…Again ask me to do it…Pull me from position to taste essence I aforementioned…She…Trembling under me…Lips embrace…To please you I mentioned…I hold her face…Kiss once more…Lay her gently to the floor…Bodies intertwine…She stays on my mind…I close my eyes to find…Strength to pull away…Inside her my love wants to stay…I press till she in her inner desires stray…Pain so wonderful…Destiny this day…We share each other…The dance of lovers…Over pillows…Silk covers…I push inside…She gasps…I pull away…She reaches and brings me back…She grinds…She relaxed…Then tense muscles form again…Ridged passions…Her lust and wishes clashing…Innocence and confidence rationed…She trickles…Moans in my arms…Wiggles…A little…Shallow breaths…Drawn in till nothings left…Her right held to gather herself…Needing rest…I hold her thighs…She clutches chest…I stand on her ground…Inside where my love can be found…Throbbing…Still I rise…Rhythm so mechanic…Touch spots she claims make her hot…My manhood demand it…Freak she expose…Legs to opposing points on horizon…Precious physical adorned in waters of joy…Trail of clothes…On this floor…She I hold…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 15:18:48 +0000

In the middle of the rain…I reach for you in this empty bedroom as If I could touch you through window pane…Every moment without you so plain…But why should I complain…Nobody seems to listen…I’m so drained…You that I’m missing…My head I hang…Turn lights off…As if you were next to me as I softly sang…Changing life decisions…Proclaim…This love of mine…Tattered…Fingers that once traced your spine…Almost breaking down to essential matter…My most basic elements….Droplets of emotion trickle to silk sheets with Asian design…Love so magnificent…I glance to the storm clouds for a sign…But there’s only lightning…It’s compliments…And dark hues…Not as exciting…As the things we do…Did…Pulling your hair…Neck biting…Why can’t we just live…Whispers of intrigue…For my heart reciting…From Kama Sutra give…Those phrases which captivate my attention… Erotic scenes …Tense extensions…Then…Pauses…To gather correct causes…For passion…See…It’s more than those soft curves…Concerns made with compassionate words…I embrace the woman inside you…The attitude in your stride..Gyrations as you ride…Of some portions I have no clue…I provide you…With missing portions…Sweat drenched contortions… Electrical surges…As I grab you waist…And feminine flask…Tilted glass…Pours the wine of she…Surrounded…All over me…Intoxicated…For my efforts compensated…As she trembles…Touches so timed…After third stroke…I’ll blow her mind…Push her to the bed…Place myself behind…As nasty demands are said…Done…Instruments where trumpet performs solo…Inside she…I pull her close…Hide me…Slap her thigh…Slightly chokes…As she moans…Followed by sigh…Gasping for precious oxygen…Shallow exhale…Clutching sheets and my manhood prevails…On top of my mountain…She inhales…So beautiful the view at sunset…Moonrise…Birds fly…To the south…Hear their cries…She too opens mouth…Closed eyes…I behind her as she dies…Fall from the skies…I reach for her…Through clouds I dive…My Angel…Crashing to pillows…A crescendo…Spirals as her arms loose energies…That soft melody…I hum…She accompanies…Where were from…Hands to remove hair from her eyes…She smiles…Keeping this moment in her memories…Beside me a soulmate lies…Spirits that collide…Combine… Intertwine…Creating an aura like sunrise…Looking down on us and Angel cries…Her friends soon join a sudden shower as we digress and refrain…They give us this moment in the middle of the rain…

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knappluv — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 14:58:58 +0000

Where do I begin…As each glance takes me closer to fantasies…Your hand in mine…Nervous energies..Trembling extensions…Heated embrace…Flipping the hair from your face…Bodies in cooperation…Kisses so dramatic…As electricity travels with the speed of light…Friction… Static… Goose bumps… Trying to swallow without her noticing the lump…Listening to the sounds of uncertainty…As the music fades into hearings touch…Loves’ emergency…Her thigh I clutch…Such…Intensity…I trail tongue around her bottom lip…Bit place that protrudes most…I taste her memories…Her desires…Sending these…Pictures and thousands of words…Swerve…Has me tilted…With jumbling nerves…My essence pour from flask…For her smile…All I ask…She between these arms of mine…Her answer…Divine…Pushes me down…Clothing lost in translation…Ancient language where grunts and moans…Gyrations…Seeds sown…Her fertile melody…My love accompanies…Harmony… The Elders are telling me…In whispers…That we belong…Under willow tree…Souls weeping…As cool breezes off babbling brook…From trail high in snow capped mountains where the most pure waters took…Refreshing…Blessings…I rinse myself…Dive deep…Hold breath…Parallel my sleep…Dream…She finds me …Destined to be my Queen…We float to surface…Clearing our minds the purpose…I held her as if she were the first slave…I her mate and auctioneer sells her… Mine…She is mine…Tears down frown line…Heart slowing…The pain knowing…I may never see her again in this life time…If I can’t express these thoughts of mine…With fingers her souls tie to physical I search to find…Close my eyes…Would rather be blind…Than not see her…She’s my spine…Backbone…I need her in my bed…In this home…I can’t sing this song alone…In the dark…My heavy emotions…Silencing heart…Candles I blow…To end their glow…To pillow with slumber in design…Through impossible obstacles I climb…At the top of mountain to embrace sunshine…In and instance…I wake…With her smile as we hug…I kiss her face…In warm waters of desire…I call for love…Rippling expectation…Clouds asking us to be patient…And the moment will ring true… We perform as lovers do…Angelic crowd…Elders chanting aloud…Win…In my life she is again… In my world tilted on axis…With awkward spin…As I revolve…I wonder where to begin…

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knappluv — Wed, 12 Dec 2012 15:00:23 +0000

In my window as I wipe condensation I think of your last words you shared…Said if I couldn’t give my all you wouldn’t be there…All your care…Packed by front door…Me thinking that it’s not fair…For me to choose a life I couldn’t use…To gratify my spirit…This physical deserves only the best or something near it…I admit you’re better than some I’ve had before…But as far as the top level…High bar…You didn’t clear it…So beautiful I feel your energies each time we embrace…Even if it’s just your hands I hold…Yet…There’s a part of you I haven’t met…Greeted…Been pleased or regret…I need all of you…Every portion I should…Knock on wood…Bow and converse with…Beside me sit…Set rift…Sing melody…Solo…If will is let free… That animal inside…Cant hide from me…Willing to take it…In the name of love…Sacred…Allow me to contemplate this…In my mind where different versions of you lay…On pillows of various colors and sizes for more than display…Wait…Press play…Instrumentals where trumpets stray…From rhythm come what may…See the challenge in me…Adapt or disagree…Walk your path…Here beside my soul…In the rain…When It’s cold…Even if we have no clothing to fold…You loose control…And begin to scold… I’ll understand…I need you…That irrational portion to complete me as a man…And we walk through bitter cold…Or arid sand…Tell me where you stand…Reach for my hand…Share what you hide if you can…And…In my bed we shall be…Over you…Under me…Wanting the…Desire to set aflame these sheets…As we warm in the fire…With you I open my heart…We leave the universe…Bodies that listen…Work…And tire…As time expires…On this stage…Dimming spotlight…Animals place back in mental cage…The crowd roars…As the victims are saved…And we grow…Ending glow…Curtains fall…As spirits float back into shell…My name called…In a whisper…As we share all…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 11:35:39 +0000

I had this reality in my dream…Open thighs so soft…Me between…Lights off…Her moans made me rise…Open mouth…Closed eyes… She kisses my chest…I held her breast…Pulled her waist …Her skin I took taste…She whispered for faster pace…Deep…She squirted…I woke from my sleep…Of which inside her I was inserted…For the lamp I reached…Worth it…Fell to the floor…Saying …Perfect…Landed on my love…Became sore…I pressed as if she said yes…On the wood I began to pour…My essence…Heavenly blessings…Of her body I was caressing…The fate I was testing…Needed heat and shower…Need her…Giving my power…Thrusts… Embrace…Trust…I stood under waters flow…This infatuation…I should let go…But…I want her more…So real…My fantasy…Her squeal…Can this be…A moment in the future or Deja vu…Want I desire…Or use to…Can I have an understanding or a clue…Her walking through …These dark halls with only candle flicker…Incense trail…Half glass of imported liquor…Two cubes of ice…I walk naked…Not needing other lights…With my soul I fight…With hers delight…I spritz cologne…Take glances at the phone…Knowing she will call…She felt me through her walls…Touching herself as I dreamed of giving her my all…Trembling fingers that take her to upper levels of love…Of me she was thinking of…Intoxicating motions through which she was drug…Drunk from my kisses she was…She shakes…Thorough her universe she takes…Me…On my knees…She makes me…Give face…Again she shakes…Calls me by names only before she uses safe…Word…Twisted in sheets…She so wet…Her most precious…Leaks…Droplets so sweet…Trickles that complete…Her mission…To her body I listen…Ear to her thigh…So beautiful she begins to cry…She wakes with a sigh…Reaching for her cell…Clutching her heart that races with desires spark…Needing me in the dark…Still shallow of breath…With the little she has left…Ringing seems to take forever…Anticipation the death of she…As I answer she thinks of me…Naked…Over her beginning to take it…Words to her lips…As I kiss…Insist…On pleasing her as if…It were the first thing on this list…Where it ends with her smile…Resting in my arms for a while…Answering the question of why I had to be there…She blows out the candle twisting her hair…One finger to her throat…Saying…Get your coat…Meet me at my front door…Use your key…If you want…Need me…

By: knappluv

knappluv — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 22:14:31 +0000

I’m falling through this deep placement…Wherever you take it…I’ll promise to keep it sacred…Over covers we save it…Hearts racing…Shy motions we hold close…Just beside you I wish the most…Holding you in front of me…To hear you breathe…My emotions leave…Please…For only one night…Luther Vandross sang…She walked with me through thought till she came…Passionate bell that rang…Her wetness my claim…The cosmos set aflame…So hot…Over me she gyrates…She rocks…Asking that I not stop…Giving her this feeling…Where her soul separate and float to ceiling…Pretty brown eyes…Mint Condition…We change position…I glare into her spirit of which I share…To her whispers I listen…She presses back to my restrain…I grew…She knew…What to do…Where to move…These touches she dare not loose…Thighs so soft…Between her for a moment became lost…Her sighs from wander I was brought…To her lips…That wants me to take oxygen…Tongues tap and twist…Then we kiss again…As I push my worth…This swelling girth…Till she scream…Squirt…Or it hurts…And life lay me down from surf…Pillows doth fall in slow motion…And hands tied with shirt…A slave for her desires… She releases essence and tires…Her sweat…Magnolia and orchid I inhale by her nape…My nose to her neck…Shallow breaths…She rolls to gather wind and from me she escape…Holding unto her inner thoughts for goodness sake…To in the future come back again to this place under willow tree…She turns back…Kisses me…With no worries and smiles…Saying that ” I love Mr.Jiles…”