The Heat of the Chase...



(warning: adult content}


 

 

Blaze

 

My lover's gaze is blazing sun

as down abandoned beach I run

in search of shade,

of shrouded sky -

I shan't escape his searing eye.

 

Alas, the faster that I try

to flee the warmth of his embrace

the further still I'm lost until

my heart surrenders to the chase.

 

My lips surrender to the taste

of sweet submission's knotted twine

around my wrists and ankles laced

across his bed - then from behind

 

I feel his strength, his solemn hand,

the thundered crash of reprimand

against my cheek, across my sex.

And as he swings, my muscles flex

 

a tightly dimpled glowing ass

that flinches with his every pass.

His fiery fingers singe my mound

and melt my cotton candied down

till dripping syrup soaks the sheets.

Resistance fails.  Restraint retreats.

 

His tongue against my throbbing pearl

has lashed my gash,

has dipped and swirled.

A pink ambrosia fills the air.

My essence gushes everywhere!

 

Then standing tall, this gallant steed

impales my well of aching need.

Relentless thrusts, euphoric pain,

my core is pouring out his name!

 

Drained and sated, love's lament

hath soothed the fire of discontent.

I weep where weeping's wants are learned

and bask in everlasting burn...

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: January 25, 2018

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Spyguy

From deep within your burning core; Again, and deeper I explore...
I want to take, but more to give; Your wanton senses help me live!
As we ran, the beach explored... To give you all I pleaded Lord!!
As fiery swats strategic placed; At needy nerves, I your mind laced!
You now within will ALWAYS know... Satisfaction’s perfect glow!!
For having been MY favorite ride; T’was ALWAYS your intimate slide!
Now your mind has felt my caring... Hard pressed you’ll be for EVER sharing!
You of me will think & daydream! Fantasizing ‘TIL your thighs cream!
In my lagoon your mind is trapped; This tenderness cannot be snapped!
Calisthenics, mental rhythms... Through your head a million times!
Princess Megan climb with me; These Mental stairs to... Ecstacy!!

Tue, February 13th, 2018 9:36am

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Walk me up your stairway to Heaven, Spy!
Your poem is wonderful!

Fri, February 16th, 2018 4:14pm

pen in motion

I followed the tracks of a fearsome looking Kitten.

When I found her I felt the need to Bitten.

I like your poem, damp kitten.

Mon, March 5th, 2018 1:26pm

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I like that, Pen. I do like to nibble.....
Thank you for reading and following!

Wed, March 7th, 2018 5:57pm

DLCannon

Very romantic! Not the kind of writing I'm used to over here. But I guess you can get away with this not being X rated, since it lacks the needed swear words that describe sexual organs in a profanic way to be able to post this on Booksie Silk. You used more symbolic words to describe the sex here. I like that about you!

Wed, August 15th, 2018 11:39pm

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Thank you, DL! I try to be metaphorical with my poems when I can. I really love your comment! Though I must tell you that I’ve seen some pretty risqué writing over here on this side. It’s just much more variety! Thanks for reading, DL!

Fri, August 17th, 2018 12:21pm

Spyguy

Heated foray though you paint... You toy with us, now ain’t that quaint?

Tue, December 3rd, 2019 10:40am

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Oh, never do I toy, Spy. I'm all business....LOL
Thanks for reading this. You've of course seen it before on the other side.

Fri, January 3rd, 2020 8:42pm

Buffershaker

A very sensual and erotic poem which flowed majestically upon the page.
I loved the way the two lovers made their way from the beach to the bedroom yet there was no mention of how they got there.
Perhaps the bed was already on the beach.
Your words were smooth,sublime,sensual and eloquent and quenched my own sexual desires.
The flow and imagery was just perfect and really hit the spit,kudos to you.

Sun, January 19th, 2020 8:39pm

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Thank you so much for this, Buff!
As opposed to Midnight View, the 'location' presented here is mostly symbolic and less important than the actions described. A beach is typically hot and the significance of the chase there is that there's nowhere to go. No shade. No relief. So ultimately, there is surrender rather than escape. There is submission. And ecstasy follows.

I think that poetry allows lenience in ways that prose does not when it comes to detail. In poetry you can dance through centuries, span miles in moments, travel through walls and windows. Poetry is shadow and fog, mist across the water.

Thanks so much for making me smile, Buff. I love your thoughts about these pieces!

Sun, January 19th, 2020 9:46pm

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