It's in my DNA-Prose for Pros 51

It's in my DNA

Is it in my DNA?

That I like to play

Is it in my past?

The die already cast

When I lay with my legs apart

Is it pre-ordained

And your cock was meant to be

Inside of me.

Your hard cock making

Sweet noises in my cunt

And making me sob

And my spirits soar

Your hands were meant to be

Caressing me, stroking me

Your endless seed scattering

Across my breasts

Sending a message

Already written

A dialogue with the past

I was always meant to take your mast

And put sails on it

And to let it glide

Across my wetness

To 'go about' on my desire

And to journey places we

Had only dreamt about

But unconsciously knew

Because no voyage is a new one

As all voyages have a beginning

A middle

And no end

No end

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Open door, open legs policy Prose for Pros 30

It is sometimes unusual and not totally straight forward when meeting a playmate for the first time. It is a time to be polite and courteous so you do the normal stuff you do when you meet. Kiss on the cheek and a friendly greeting etc. But you also know that it is not just an everyday greeting. The agreement has been accepted by both parties that sex will take place and so there is both nervousness and excitement all jumbled up together. It is a curious and enthralling mix. Hands and lips are sent mixed messages from the brain and it is an important time for all. First impressions are of course really important.

Here is a poem I wrote about this particular moment. The moment someone I have never met arrives at my door. He is walking towards my door knowing he will be fucking me inside soon. He stands at my door knowing he can do whatever he likes to me (well within limits of course!). He kisses my cheek with the knowledge that his lips will taste not only my cheeks but more delicate parts.

The door is opened and then my legs

We shook hands but I would shake more
We kissed on the cheek but I would kiss more
We embraced warmly but we would embrace more
And he was only at the door

We were shy but wanton
We were excited but reluctant
We were wanting more but accepted less
Because we were only at the door

The bedroom beckoned
Nakedness awaited
A rigid cock expected
An exploring tongue urged
A feverish tongue longed for

But we were only at the door
We were meeting, a first time meeting
A new experience and a wish for lusty moments
A break from the tedium, life's merry-go-round
That's not always merry

The door was opened politely but not so my legs
They were sprayed out quickly
To show a moist and welcoming opening
That excited to the touch and thrust forward 
To take the tip of the tongue

My home has one door that entices visitors 
My body has three
Each brooding for a touch and caress
Each longing for a surge of energy
To bustle in and take up space

One minute we are strangers
The next we are friends
Naked and smiling
Exercising our sex and satisfying our lust
For fun, friendship and of course a fuck

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Prose for Pros 5-There is a beauty in what I do!

                                                 Don't forget the woman!

                                                               

I listen to tales that 
                                              have reached no ears

Of loved ones, 
                                             of cherished ones

I massage old muscles, 
                                             that have long been hard

Or erect 
                                            or pulsating


I take people on journeys 

                                                  they have never been on

Guide friends to places 

                                                 they've never realised

And then am left alone,
                                                with crimson cheeks, a social misfit


I sympathise, eulogise, harmonise, criticise and socialise

I let friends suck, I let them fuck, I let them kiss, I give them bliss

I apologise, exercise, prioritise, unzip the flies and ignore the size

I'm Daria the mother, the sister, the wife, the whore

I'm Daria the nymph, the slut, the one who always wants more
                                         

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He said my eyes sparkled-and that wasn't all

I really don't know why him
He wasn't a super stud, he wasn't even handsome
But he licked me in a special way
A decadent way, a 'wow I'm enjoying this' way

His tongue seemed to explore, a Christopher Columbus explore
His tongue bobbing up and down, swaying to and fro
Like the 'Santa Maria' in a swell
And it did swell, his cock and my lust

His cock and my desires
And my desires soared higher than his cock
When he entered me I could hear the squelch
It was an embarrassing squelch but he rose higher from hearing it

He slipped in and out of my lathered hole
Sometimes slithering outside but I quickly returned him
I don't know why my orgasm was so loud
So intense, so fulfilling, but it was

And I'm not sure why him
But he was really, really content
I've given a whore an orgasm content
Cat got the cream content, And why not?

It was very good! My eyes did sparkle and he would always remember the sparkle!

Poetry for romance but is it any good for sex?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxP9b-nN2H4&feature=related

Neopolitans are very romantic people. They sing, they write, they shout, they cry,about their life and their loves. And Naples is their great love. Naples is a great place for poets and romancers. Beauty and the beast lie on every street corner. It is a complex city with complex people and writers for centuries have tried to make sense of both.



And I should know as I am from Naples!

Poetry can make the heart beat faster, a love grow stronger and a desire more passionate and enduring. Is poetry something to get your knickers off? Can a poet and a poem make you moist between your legs or give a man an erection. Can poetry give orgasms!

Walt Whitman tries but it is difficult getting excited when trying to understand and picture the scene.


Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers. 

Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, 
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and
sufficient for me; 
I see that they understand me, and do not deny me; 
I see that they are worthy of me—I will be the robust husband of those women.

They are not one jot less than I am, 
They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, 
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength, 
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist,
defend themselves, 
They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess’d of
themselves.

I draw you close to me, you women! 
I cannot let you go, I would do you good, 
I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others’ sakes; 
Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards, 
They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women—I make my way, 
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you, 
I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, 
I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These States—I press with slow
rude muscle, 
I brace myself effectually—I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.


The poet has ejaculated but I am far from it.

A lovely expression 'sloppy seconds'!

Here is a more modern poem.


Hot Sexual Taste  Author: Lourdes S.

You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me...
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison...
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me...
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting...
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
But...
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream...
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name...
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh...
''A gasp for air''
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love...
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can't get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me. 

It is more real. You don't get images of horses or flowers in bud. Nonetheless, I am not totally aroused when reading it.

I think the answer to erotic, sexual,poetry is to have the reader of the poem next to you naked. As he says a line of the poetry he sucks and licks a part of your body. He whispers the words in your ear as he kisses your ear lobe. He fucks and as he fucks I can hear myself saying ' Please.....harder, faster harder,faster...........I can't get enough.'

Yes poetry and sex does work. Is there any poets out there that wants to come and fuck me?

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PS John Clare nearly gets me to the point of explosion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78Pe3mVNHKI