Secret Desires

Secret Desires

A Poem by Michael Leon Wilson
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My second erotica rhyme, VERY GRAPHIC, but not vulgar, male primarily dominant in this one, read, share comment, subscribe!

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I gaze into your eyes intently.
I smile devilishly as you stare up at me helplessly.
You are pinned against a wall,
my eyes adorning your body,
adoring you lustfully.
My fingers grazing through your hair carefully, 
slowly, admiring as you gaze at me,
suddenly my fingers are clenching quickly,
slowly pulling down so you bare your neck to me.
Your jugular throbbing warmly, beckoning 
your scent enticing, my heart shudders, exciting.
Your skin hot against me, your heart quickening,
lips quivering, as you are whimpering submissively.
My teeth tracing your trachea embracing your windpipe softly. 
My fingers are tracing lines of nothing playfully about your hips, teasing.
I'm gliding slowly downward feeling lace at my fingertips.
Precious inches of your magnificent skin lower, a solitary finger dips.
Rough fingertips gingerly caressing, a drop of your desire drips. 
I watch it glistening on my finger, as I bring it to your lips.
Your eyes fixed on me, burning with the intensity of diamonds, brilliantly, flawlessly,
your heart fluttering, breathing quickly, 
you suck obediently, stare never leaving me.
My other hand swiftly lowering, grasping at your shirt,
tearing, fabric parting easily, buttons leaping randomly 
as their thread tears cruelly.
I grasp your throat, gently pressing, eyes wandering 
pondering the existence of such beauty laid bare before me.
I'm tracing your skin blissfully admiring the wondrous texturing.
Gracefully fingers dipping, slipping under your bra carefully 
fingers pulling tugging, fasteners snapping and opening 
tearing haphazardly revealing your breasts to me.
Pieces of your bra falling next to your shirt carelessly.
The straps frayed and torn ruthlessly lying among the heap uselessly.
Looking at you grinning ruefully, fingers brushing, touching,
marveling endlessly roaming, gliding over your n*****s playfully, softly pinching.
Arousing them prickling as you lust for me.
Slowly my hands drifting smoothly down the soft skin of your belly,
admiring the feeling as if your skin was reaching back caressing my fingers gently.
My fingers reaching your waistline, tearing your skirt, 
down the seam and it falls by your shirt; the latest fabric casualty.
You are gasping as i'm tracing patterns inlaid in lace intricately.
Gazing at your gorgeous face, your hair gleaming brilliantly 
a hundred thousand thread curtain laid upon your breast gracefully.
I'm grinning at the thought of you wet for me.
All was perfect in this time, at this place immortalized in timeless memory.
A single strand of hair upon your face dangling, fierce eyes blazing.
You breathing heavily, chest rising in place.
Staring at me heart beating frantically
smiling, lips warm and inviting,
teasing, taunting bottom lip biting looking so irresistibly.
Unable to abstain or refrain I sink my lips into yours blissfully.
Unbuttoning my shirt, ripping off my cloths feverishly
skin to skin melting into you seamlessly as if we were one being
every inch of my skin tingling lost in your kiss endlessly.
I release to look into your eyes deeply 
my hand around your throat pushing down slowly.
You look up at me and go willingly, submissively and eager to please me.
Your tongue on the tip, tasting, teasing,
leading me, silently into ecstasy as your head dips, swallowing me.
Slowly, so slowly, tongue wandering, circling, swirling leaving me dripping.
Gripping your hair, pulling you into me, your eyes watery, throat bulging 
filled with me, but your not stopping, head bobbing devoutly seeking to please me 
leaving me moaning loudly breathing heavily, upon your tongue you feel me pulsing.
I pull your head back, your mouth warm, wet, and beckoning 
suddenly plunging, swallowing, tongue rubbing throat grabbing,
pure dedication as you persist while gagging, 
my muscles tensing, sweat glistening enjoying the sensation blissfully.   
Your eyes looking into mine as if asking "did I do good?" face flushed innocently.
I pull you to your feet and with a single sweep whisk you over to the bed quickly.
Playfully tossing you onto padded mattress,
leaping deftly between your legs, pouncing
fingers dawdling on your hips,
tracing down to the inside of your thighs watching you sigh
you flinch and flutter your eyes.
My lips brush slowly from your knees inside your leg slowly upward to tease.
Reaching scarlet lace panties blowing softly through the thin mesh you are dripping.
My teeth tugging gently, pulling, dragging them from their place around your waist.
They are removed and tossed into the heap with the rest of your clothes.
Smiling softly my face dips between your legs, 
my lips against your skin, tongue dipping for a taste.
You are warm, dripping subconsciously pressing against me,
My tongue dipping inside you, tasting you.
My mouth moves slowly upward sucking softly,
tongue flicking leaves you squirming, stomach contracting,
legs wrapping around my neck moaning.
Shaking and quivering uncontrollably,
your eyes pressed shut, stomach clenching, as your climaxing for me.
I raise my head grinning victoriously as your panting,
grabbing your hips and dragging you toward me. 
I press inside you anxiously, driving deeply. 
You are firmly gripping me, so wet and slippery
warmly embracing, your face paramount with pleasure 
as we mesh together, two hot bodies colliding forcefully enthralled beyond measure.
Your ankles wrapping around my neck my hands around your throat grasping,
pulling me deeper inside you forcefully.
Faster and fast bed rocking, creaking, mattress squeaking, your screaming.
Colliding rhythmically in a chemical frenzy,
our bodies reacting simultaneously.
Your moans ringing fantastically in my ears, thrilling me.
Grabbing you swiftly rolling you, I grab your hips and bend you towards me,
your back arching, face down and still panting, gasping 
as i'm pressing back inside you, grabbing your hair pulling you into me.
Your head rearing back squealing delightfully pushing back against me rhythmically.
Your breasts bouncing erratically, my hand dipping below your legs rubbing,
steady, circularly, your sensitivity leaves you screaming wildly,
You begin climaxing for me,
the pressure gripping me delightfully as your tightening.
Ecstasy overwhelming, i'm pulsating, throbbing, 
mouth open, gasping but not stopping.
Moaning, pumping into you the epitome of my lust, 
gushing, erupting inside of you.
Warm and tingly, wet and dripping you look back at me 
as we are collapsing, a tangled heap of limbs gracelessly, 
still fitted together perfectly, 
clutching each other, just to be closer, as our eyes close, 
tonight, we dream together.          

        

© 2016 Michael Leon Wilson


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V
As you said, very picturesque and clear scenery but not too raunchy. A nice piece of erotica. Some lines are repeated a little too often as the one about throwing the clothes onto a pile and some read a little too short while others a little too long. I think this could also use a more even frame but nonetheless a nice one.
I agree with Rach, I think you should tag some of your writes mature...

Posted 8 Years Ago


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There's definitely a sh*t load of detail here. I admire poets that can write on and on. I'm more of a reader in the sense that I can keep reading for a long time but I do not have the same passion for writing long texts. But gee, enough about me. I'm kind of embarrassed for reading this. :) im kind of shy but damn Daniel!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Michael Leon Wilson

7 Years Ago

Umm good embarrassed or bad embarrassed ? Too graphic?
Jessica Lima

7 Years Ago

Like... I wouldn't read this if I had other ppl around embarrassed or ppl would think God knows what.. read more
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V
As you said, very picturesque and clear scenery but not too raunchy. A nice piece of erotica. Some lines are repeated a little too often as the one about throwing the clothes onto a pile and some read a little too short while others a little too long. I think this could also use a more even frame but nonetheless a nice one.
I agree with Rach, I think you should tag some of your writes mature...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 21, 2016
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Michael Leon Wilson
Michael Leon Wilson

jacksonville, FL



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I'm sick with frantic rhymes that can be dark, morbid , scary sensual or just plain strange. What makes me different is I write about anything, with no filter. more..

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