|
|
|
|
Spoken Passions are original, delectable poems submitted by visitors to Rundu.com. Please sit back and enjoy the works of these talented poets. Copyright Notice: The poetry and prose in "Spoken Passions" are properties of the author(s). Any duplication or copying via any medium print or electronic, without the author's written permission is strictly prohibited. |
|
| Do you have a poem for Spoken Passions? For more information, please click here. | |
|
Fireman, Fireman by B. Boucaud -The Erotic Princess
Lying across the bed one day naked and free I felt a strong commanding presence, coming to rescue me Heard the stairs creek slightly, footsteps getting close Needed a strong hero to give me what I needed the most
He burst in the room like an animal, not revealing his name His mighty hands started going slowly up my moist ample frame Then a face was suddenly placed in a spot I don’t dare name Something endlessly exploring everything that made me female I was turned on by a tongue that was definitely alpha male
When I was abruptly turned over and a huge hose was rammed inside I closed my eyes, held on tight and enjoyed this explosive rough ride Within my burning walls, a three-alarm fire was raging And he was trying to extinguish it all For he heard me screaming in the distance and he came to answer my call
And the fireman came to do a job and I was not putting up a fight The way he stoked my inferno I knew he could battle it all night He was my private civil servant and he came to lay some serious pipe Once he finished the task at hand, I knew that I would be all right
As always thanking God for my most wonderful gift He gave me mouth to mouth so hard I got a climatic lift Could have sworn I heard loud sirens going off in my mind As ripples of excitement ran quickly down my spine How the hell did I get so lucky to make this hero all mine?
Fireman, fireman, I admire your bravery Thank you for coming to rescue a damsel in distress like me
© B. Boucaud -The Erotic Princess
|
|
|
Release by Sinsual
As she ran her fingers over the length of it, she remembered the last time they were together. She lightly touched every curve- curves that she knew so well, curves that were molded for her body alone. The hardness of it pleased her, it symbolized strength. She drew pleasure in the knowledge that she would be the one to draw its strength and leave it warm, resting, and pliable. The warmth she felt was amazing. She never felt so close, so intimate, so needed. Lying there wondering what her next move would be she realized that closeness, that intimacy, that overwhelming carnal need, was the very force that drives her to this moment every time… After deciding on the perfect color, length, and size, she went to the front counter and purchased her new pair of pumps. Exhausted, spent, and glowing she walked out into the street.
© Sinsual
|
|
