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Monday, January 28, 2008

REMEMBERING...

Touching
stroking
talking
holding
carressing
learning

Kisses
licks
nibbles
bites

Laughter
giggles
arguments
fights

Sorrow
hurt
pain
tears

Lonliness
anger
questions
fears

Answers
relief
exhale
breath

Holding
touching
kissing
fucking

Yelling
dont
stop
PLEASE

I remember...

By: SYM

GOOD DICK...



Good dick...
not too big or too small
curves just right
to custom fit
these walls

Good dick...
Got me all giddy n shyt...

But it's not the way
you work yo back
or hump yo ass

Nope...

It's the way you make me feel
like I'm your one
your only
your last

Good dick...
puts a pep in my step
some call it a prance
or my fancy dance
in my fancy pants

Good dick...
Yeah...that's that good shit...

Accompanied by a tongue
and soft lips
placing a perfect kiss
on my waiting clit

Good dick...
Damn...I can't get enough of this shit...

Puts me to sleep
makes me feel safe
Initiating sweet dreams
in which I only
see your face

You know you've got that good dick...

It stays on my mind
won't let me forget
that satisfying feeling
leaving me anxious
unti I get...

some more...

Good dick

By: SYM

Saturday, January 5, 2008

LAST NIGHT....


While I lay back and pretend
that my attention is elsewhere
my focus is on the nakedness
he parades around the room
Droplets of water
run down his back
from the recent shower
That perfect shade
of chocolate brown
Physique....mouth watering
...instant wetness...
I have to have him
I have to have him now

He meets my glare
with an all knowing smirk
His show has been intentional
a tease if you will
And as he turns to face me
I notice muscles jump
in the most peculiar places
I find myself on all fours
before him
His fingers
threaded through my hair
as he guides me closer
then away
then closer...and deeper still

At the point when I feel
he can gain no more...huh...weight...
I back away, lie back...
and wait
For the re-introduction
of he to me
by way of entry
into that world between
reality and fantasy
But instead of penetration
my moistness is met with that
which was also wet...
As I grab the smooth roundness
which is the back of his head
and pull him closer
while trying to run away
then closer still
till with the talent of his tongue
the flood gates were opened

It was then
that he decided it was time...
time to take me...
to do what he would with me...
Strong hands grab my ass
lifting me to meet his thrust
each deeper
and harder
than the one before
Stifled moans
while in my head
over and over
and over again
an orchestra plays
a crowd cheers
fireworks light the sky
as he reaches
that magical place
causing me to explode
while feeling him implode
within
And I lose control
yelling out...yes daddy
Yes Daddy...
YEEESSSSS!

Then I woke up...


By: SYM

(Art: One Moment in A Dream by Sheryl Guzauskas)

Friday, January 4, 2008

How?

How can I breath
without you
when you took my breath away

How can I survive
without you
around to save me

How can I live
without you
in my life

I can't...

I need you...

To breath
To survive
To...live


By: SYM

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

FEVER

Sweat dripping
while shivering
experiencing chills
that numbs me
to the outside world

Drained
and dehydrated
Muscles ache
but hurts
Oh...so...good

Hallucinations
that no one else exists
Babbling as if
speaking in tongue

Uncontrollable
convulsive like spasms
ravage my body
While trying to maintain
some sanity

No need
to dial 911
Dr. Feel Good
gave me the fever
in the first place


SYM

Saturday, December 15, 2007

DEDICATED...

Smiling
when I think of you
Soul dances
heart
skips a beat
when I hear your name

Skin tingles
when I'm close to you
Love spot jumps
at the sound of
your voice
Moistness caused
by your touch

Fantasies
of special kisses
where I'll receive you
The sweet
yet salty taste
when I
consume you

Addicted
to the quivering of loins
caused by passion
Sensous whispers
confirming our insatiable
need for one another

Always...dedicated to you


SYM

Thursday, December 13, 2007

THAT BITCH...

She walks in the room
with an air of confidence
and a swagger that says
Yes...I'm that Bitch

Her natural beauty
the flow of hair
seductive lips
and the way her hips sway
Make men say
Who's that Bitch

Other women critique her
When they try to stare her down
She meets their glare
with a smirk on her face
Self esteem unfailing
While they think
Look at this Bitch

She never forgets
those who have wronged her
Makes it her personal agenda
to seek sweet revenge
And she won't be happy
till her target says
I can't stand that Bitch

Men love her
because she knows how to love a man
Stroking their ego
and other places just right
Satisfying their need
Until they scream
Damn! I love this Bitch!


SYM