Wild Poems
Pack
by Sally RoseForever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.
Continue readingI wanna do bad things with you
by Jayesh Goyal
Her eyes were always tempting, speaking drunken lusts swooning intoxication - scented skin, her poison ivy patchouli
As I grab her hair and kiss her lips, putting my tongue into use
As I travelled from neck, down to her pierced belly button - onto her toes
Calloused fingertips trace the silhouettes of smooth, contrasting thighs
They navigate her rounded hips with unexplainable fascination
Start licking my way back up her thigh, reaching the treasure that waits to be ravished
She moans in the breeze; she begins to get wild
As my tongue darts in and out - moans and screams of ecstasy resonate with my infatuations - sparkling wine suckles, savor tongue glides
I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word
She holds my head tight, telling not to stop as I slurp her femininity excitedly
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Green Door
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The paneled green door
opens to a sea of blooms-
purple passion fumes
A garden door to still bliss
at the edge of wilderness.
Statues
by Jayesh Goyal
I stood there mesmerized, she seemed to be playing the game of statues with me .. devilish intentions unknown ..
My desires racing like a snuff of cocaine ...
I envied her kaajal that gets to feel her intelligence through her eyes
I was jealous of her lip-color that gets to kiss her lips first
Just felt like cutting off the tuft of her hair that caressed the nape of her sensous neck
I was jealous of her ear-ring that so passionately lick her soft ears
I envied her top that get to caress her mounds of pleasure
I felt like murdering her sleeves that consume the fragrance of her oxters
Felt like tearing her waist-band that get to spank her bums so greedily
As I stood here learning the tricks to defy the laws of gravity ... as I discovered the 4 laws of emotion .. as the Newton was reborn
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She, I and desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I could sense her adrenalin through the chorus of her silver anklets mumbling “La Isla Bonita ....”
My hands cup her face as I get lost in the motions - the way her tongue steals my breath
The way my body pressed against hers, moulding into position and as she felt the passion growing
A rush of pulsating beats against her inner thigh and she became breathless, lost in blazing desire
Pressing her against the wall removing her fabrics of inhibitions, lips tracing her neck before licking each aroused tit
Crouching - pressing my lips on her navel, tongue unzipping her belly button - hot, horny, wanting lips action, intense
A hand running along her wet petals, waiting to the excitement I was soon to bring
Soon the butterflies faded, and passion kicked in - I lay on the yoga mat on the floor
Her moaning eyes, her fragrant oxters, the cacophony of her lips, the murmurs of her tongue making me wild randomly... inviting her to quench my thirst
I begin kissing her ankles - moving to her calves to thighs
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Green Door
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The paneled green door
opens to a sea of blooms-
purple passion fumes
A garden door to still bliss
at the edge of wilderness.
Saturday Wild
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Diamonds in the waves
'til by and by sea kissed sky-
Many shades of blue.
Honeyed day of the roses
tangled on pathways of life.
Sweet strawberries wild,
birds screech ere cricket twilight-
Yellow Saturday.
Hoarse frogs on the lily pads
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Pack
by Sally RoseForever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.
Continue readingThe Bear (Story)
by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius
Chapter 1
“Love you desperately, all of you, my little babies!”
Now they were different. They were much bigger in size. Love was pouring out from her.
There was a lot of love for them, protection for them, food she would provide, and a lot for the little ones to learn from her. They were like little tiny balls of life staring into her eyes, making baby-like sounds as they walked around her. It was nice weather for them to come out of their den. Winter was over.
She did what she had to. She was learning herself, she was learning for her first time to be a mother. She was very strict and a little intense, for now. But her senses told her differently. As a loving mother, you had to cherish them, as they are your blood and they are your trouble and responsibility.
Winter had faded away and spring was blooming all around them. They were coming out of a deep sleep and the little balls of energy were facing the real world for the first time.
She was a brown bear. Now, after coming back from hibernation she didn’t look anything like it. She was thin and weak, but she would gain her weight with time. She had gotten pregnant last summer and while asleep, during winter, had given birth to two beautiful cubs. When they came out, they were small and hairless. She wiped them off with her tongue and put them close to her belly, she knew that they would figure out what to do. And they did.
Now it was spring, the forest was turning green; snow was melting quickly, leaving only the tips of the mountains white and the bases darker and darker every day. Rivers were floating downwards much quicker, dispensing thousands of gallons of water with tremendous speed. Even if she couldn’t find anything substantial on the ground to eat and feed her cubs, she would go to the rivers for help.
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The Tequila of Wild Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I observed her fluttering eyelashes adorning the voluptuous yet innocent moonlit femininity
I paused for a moment to take in all her beauty, her sweet curves that aroused and attracted - reveling in her mounds of pleasure and sensual femininity
Her room was white with pink and red roses on the walls - I slowly pinned her against the wall and kissed her neck – that tasted like tequila sunrise
I licked a trail down from her neck to her navel, licking every waft of her feminine fragrance from her libidinous oxters - with every inch I could feel her tremble.
She started to buck wildly as I did figure of sixty-nine with my tongue - licking and suckling her tender ears
Hungry lips secure their place on hers as hands, lightly cupped her nervous breasts, a sigh escape - was it hers or mine?
For minutes I continued to tease and seduce her, until she looked deep into my eyes and started to beg
Without expectation, she went down on her knees in prayerful position worshiping – playing the flute like a maestro as I played with the silken hair of the goddess
Devouring my Irish cream - breathless - she arched towards the palm of my hand and fingertips push between the softest of her silk
She is boiling her pot of groans and lies down to spread her thighs - then my tongue tormented her special button - when she easily striped away any inhibitions
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