Naked Reflections Poetry: Shameless and Unapologetic

Tag Archives: Lips

Ding Dong

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leopard mask

Ms. Fire handed me a leopard mask

as I reached for it,

fantasies tickled my fingertips.

I pulled the straps

around my head

under my ponytail

and looked into the mirror,

“Ooohhh weeee, I love it!”

Ms. Fire smiled

then poured dressing in a bowl

next to the appetizer tray.

She slid a celery stalk into her mouth,

leaving a pearly drop of chipotle ranch

on her pink glossy lips.

“You might want to wipe your mouth

before your guests arrive

or they’ll think we’ve started the party

without them.”

Ms. Fire licked her lips

mesmerizing me momentarily

I caught myself staring,

standing motionless,

with my hand gripping

a purple glass, G-Spot massager,

my newest toy in the Shameless collection

Right then, I was tempted

to touch Ms. Fire

with its tip

And then the doorbell chimed,

“Ding dong!”

Short Story in Progress…Orgasmic Coffee

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“I’ll make breakfast if you’re hungry.”

“Morena, mi princesa, you know I’m famished. But not for food right now.”

Franco pulled me closer to him, a target in the middle of the bed.

“Are you ready to feed me?” His lips tickled the nape of my neck, making me giggle and tingle. My toes instantly curled.

“What would you like me to serve you this morning, mi amor?”

“First, I want quiet. Then, I want you to lie back and let me eat to my heart’s content. Let me hear you moan. Then, beg me to not to stop.”

Franco pulled the sheet back and I turned over. He straddled me, and I looked into hungry eyes. I was quiet until he devoured me. I’m so addicted.

Franco, my orgasmic coffee.

 

Fixations

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Opening myself to your poem

Willing to flow with your rhymes

And fixate on your tones

The last time I fell in love

The lyrics sang like a blues song.

Does your love story

Live happily ever after

Will the audience give us

An ovation and shouts for an encore

Because the last time I fell in love

I stood alone

No encore

No sequel

No cast.

If I let you read me

Promise to turn the pages gently

Use your heart as my bookmark

Skim some sections

Study those in between

Sound out my syllables

Let them live on your tongue

Rest on your lips

And then create a love scene

Too passionate to be played

On my pages.

 

 

Moan While You Blow

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Moan while you blow

Lick your tongue from tip to base

Let your mouth mimic your treasure

Hold my ass

Controlling how deep you want me inside

 

Moan while you blow

Let me watch you

Watching me

Look up into my eyes

And feel me pulsate in your throat

 

Moan while you blow

Because that shit feels good to me

Blood rushes from head to head

Look up into my eyes

Capture sweet cum

And swallow slowly

 

Moan while you blow

Don’t go.

 

 

Licking Flames

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flames

Piercing moist lips between my teeth

and caressing the silky King duvet

Franco removed my clothes

One piece at a time

Taking full control.

 

He gradually unleashed intentional dominion

To cage  my composure

Unwrapping licking flames

Tempting and tasting

Organically vulnerable, naked truth

In pearl-sized translucent drops

Between parting lips

That only discourse

Through intercourse

Would consume.

 

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Franco’s warm lips rimmed in frisky whiskers

Kissed a path from my collar bone

To my bare baby soft mound

Marking his territory

Staking his claim

Tongue-teasing my swelling delicacy.

 

Shivering

In his heat

Trembling anticipation

Accusing my body

Of what my lust was guilty for

“Please, Franco.”

Mouth betrayed mind

Stuttering

“Mmm-make lovvvvvve to meee.”

 

Captivated in kisses

Franco carried me to the window sill

Each breath shared

Until the cool of the glass

Blanketed my back

Stealing my own air

And libidinous wanting charged

The magnetic space between us.

 

Franco’s hands palmed my hips and butt

Introducing his throbbing head

To my clit no longer in hiding

I wanted to push into it

Onto it

Massage it with my wetness

But Franco’s power sedated me

Into a hypnotic blur.

 

“I’m going to fuck the sweet nectar out of you.

Then give you recovery time while you sleep.

When you awaken

I will make passionate love to you

And fall asleep in your wet residue.”

 

“Franco, take it the way you want it.”

He covered my mouth with one hand

Pushing my head gently against the window

And lifted my leg up

Until my ankle rested on his shoulder

Wide open and ready,

A pussy-soaking masterpiece

Ready to be painted on the walls

of Suite 1124.

 

Prepositions in Passion

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passionate heat

In my thoughts

On my mind

Within my space

Around my house

Throughout breakfast

Up my legs

Into the heat

Between my lips

Under my skin

Beside my body

Through my clothes

Inside my walls

Against my spot

Beneath the table

Above the couch

During dinner

Over dessert

Among the sweat

Down my thighs

Upon sunrise

In deep passion

Beyond my wildest dreams.

Crush Me into Love

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blue dawn

Discombobulated emotions

Anticipating the smallest things

What will he wear

What will he say

Where will he be

How does he hold his #2 pencil

If we speak, will he see my lips quiver

The gloss sticking

My tongue tricking

Eyes deceiving me

Giving away my desire

Hands fumbling

Betraying my sense of calm

Unable to maintain steady ground

On warm wobbly legs.

I want to be

Smashed

Rendered weak

Under his finger-tipped touch

His unrestrained kiss

His intentional embrace

Tenderly carrying me into the blue

of his music

Where orange blossoms caress us

And the wind sings silent melodies

Between us.

Is this called a crush?

Crush me under his passion

Asphyxiate me in all that is him

And if this is more than a crush

Then crush me

Into love.

 

 

 

Haiku Heat #6: Kiss

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Tongue tango in text
yearning to feel your soft lips
lighting my sex fire