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If I ran my own porn site
That showed porn I want to see,
I’d have a few main sections
and a good variety.

I think it would be mostly clips
or hardcore compilations,
With scenes to titillate and lots
of sexual temptations.

I dislike porn that has a plot –
I find it awfully boring.
I want to watch the action and
not find myself soon snoring.

The types of porn I love to watch
are double penetration,
and hardcore intense gangbangs
with abundant wild gyration.

And don’t forget the bondage,
both in public and in private.
I feel clit throb as I watch
A well upturned and red butt.

I think I like to watch in porn
Things that I’ve never done,
It sparks my dirty thoughts and makes
my imagination run.

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The best sex I’ve ever had with you
Is when you’re in a playful mood
Licking at my ear,
Laughing as you tickle me
Making me smile as I cry out with pleasure
As you fuck me deeply,
Slowly,
Then feed me strawberries
And talk to me as we cuddle
Before we sleep.

 

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I think my mundane life is spiraling wild, out of control,
It’s dragging me headfirst into a dark and deadly hole.
I cannot stop my descent and I fear that I may die,
Before you’re there to save me, wipe the tear from my wet eye.

You’ve always been my anchor, kept me on the straight and true,
(Well, there have been some deviations that I’ve made it through).
But now the cord has separated, I’m adrift and lost,
I want to get control back, but I fear how high the cost.

It used to be that when I lost control was during sex,
When unrestrained I’d give all with no causes or effects.
And after we had climaxed and our souls were full and sated,
Back in control again I’d be, so happy and elated.

But now I have this emptiness that’s tearing me apart,
I need to finds some order and to find a healthy start.
For if I don’t manage to find a sliver of control,
I fear that I will lose not just my life but too my soul.

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I visit the cemetery every few weeks when the moon is full. I hate to go during the day, when so many people are about. At night, after hours, it’s peaceful, and I am alone.

I check carefully around me as I arrive, dressed in black with my hood up to blend in with the night. I look all around and listen, hearing nothing but the wind and the rustle of leaves. Slowly, I push the gate open until the chain stops it, and I slip into the crack to make my way to you.

The trails between the tombstones glow faintly in the cold light of the moon, and they guide my way to where you lie. I find your marker deep inside the cemetery, black marble and imposing. My fingers trace the letters of your name as a tear rolls down my cheek. You were taken from me much too soon, and sometimes I feel I can’t bear the loneliness any more.

I pull back my hood, letting my blonde hair glisten in the moonlight, then I slowly unzip my jacket, revealing my nakedness underneath. As I slip it off and let it fall to the ground, the moonlight makes my skin glow with an unearthly color.

My black shoes slip off easily, and then I undo the button on my jeans and unzip them, then slide them off of my pale hips before I step out, now completely naked. I kneel on the ground on top of your grave, staring at your tombstone and willing you to come to me.

I remember your hands upon me as my hands caress my breasts and pinch my nipples. They are hard, and yearning, and wishing for your touch. A small moan escapes my lips as I slide my hand across my belly and down between my legs. A jolt of electricity makes me shudder as my fingers find my clit and begin to tease it.

The earth is cool on my skin, and I lie back on the ground. Leaves crunch underneath my body as I spread my legs and offer myself to you. With my eyes closed, I imagine my hands are your hands, which have broken free from the earth and caress my willing flesh.  The wind is your breath sending shivers up my spine as my fingers thrust inside my wetness. I come quietly, intensely, and my body splays out on the earth as my breathing slows. I know I should dress and go, but I am reluctant to leave you.

I want you back so badly. I think if you ever do come back, it will be a night like this when the moon’s light shines down upon us and wraps us both in a cool embrace.

 

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