MoanDay

Turn the lights down low
As I feel my soul letting go
Hearts beating in time
With the rhythmic sighs
That escape her lips
As my fingertips put on a show
Giving her that glow
The soft moans
Turning to screams of lust
With every thrust
I see the trust in her eyes
As I take my prize
That lies between her thighs
Lips of sweet honey
Trickling down the tongue
Until she can’t anymore
That’s when I’m done
And that’s just the beginning

 

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The Pirate

It begins with a laughter
A smile creeps over her face
As she sees his manhood strain against purple lace
Today his ass will not be the same after
Nipple clamps tighten
His breathing becoming frighten
Her smiling red lips
And hands grip tight upon his hips
As she is after treasure
And will plunder his booty for her pleasure
Each thrust of her sword goes deep
At first he weeps
Then tears turn to moans
As he rocks in unison
Begging for more
Like a wanton whore
Yearning to be taken
His place he is learning
And she is just beginning

Perfection Deception

Lips of red

A sinful smirk

And eyes of the serpent

Tongue of silver

A river of tears in your path

A lover of jealous wrath

With a lustful fever

Of a sinner who’ll never repent

You always know what will work

To get them in your bed

 

Finger wrapped

They fall for your pretty lies

And the softness of your sighs

As they worship between your thighs trapped

 

Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh

And tasting the golden fruit fresh

With delightful glee

Unaware of the damage done

Without care of what you are about to be

If they only knew they would run

 

Your the wolf at the door

Scratching to get in

You’re a woman and more

The fifth horseman of the apocalypse

Honey dipped in sin

And still the last taste on every lovers lips

Discordia

​Black waters lick at the abyss 

The harbinger of discord arrives with a kiss

The cold breath escapes my lips

As my icy hands grip her hips 

Soft moans and whispers of shivers

Pour from darkened lips like honey rivers

There upon the abyss’s edge

She made her pledge 

While I was on bended knee

Was oblivious to her plea

For a spectre most foul

Was I ,who wore the crimson cowl

Made of the bleeding heart

Stabbed,slashed and turned into art

Discordian words of lust 

And in a life she didn’t trust

Made no difference to me

For only I could see

The dark light inside

She tried so hard to hide

A succubus with an angel’s heart

With a longing soul to be torn apart

I would weep

For I knew, I would be the one to reap

All that she was

Because a Devil is as a Devil does