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The rage seethes within. Like a cauldron boiling over, spilling to the sides. The struggle I have to keep it inside, Overwhelms me; there is nowhere to hide. I catch your scent.....it beckons me to come. The beast fights to come out......ripping and clawing its way through............ A piercing howl fills the air.... Down on all fours with my teeth being bare. After your scent, it is the prize I won't share. Running, Running....my eyes lock on yours. Leaping in the air until you can run no more. Crashing into your legs, you are pinned to the ground. Your scent is so strong while nestled on your loins. Moving slowly up your body so that my eyes lock on yours. The Beast melts away while nestled into your arms. Poetry Written By: Alan Mack Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

Ask for more. When his hand on the small of your back creates a ripple effect to all the other places you need touched, Ask for more. When his touch caresses your body with the briefest glide and the craving desire crescendos to a delightful fire, Ask for more. When his lips lightly explore your neck and he softly breathes that gentle puff of air Into your ear, Ask for more. When his hands cradle your head and he runs his fingers through your hair while his eyes adoringly stare, Ask for more. When your bodies are pressed together pelvis grinding pelvis lips tasting, and seeking connecting and linking, Ask for more. When you both are totally exhausted with Love making spooning into a loving cuddle his hand cupping a solitary breast know you've both given your best, Don't forget, ask for more. Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

Your steel grey eyes are so intense Masking all my primary senses Honestly, you take my breath away All my heart wants to do is stay and play My brain wants to know what's in store, If we can be one, once you know me more My feet just want to run to you and commune To catch your sunlit face 'afore the noon My hands want a memory map of your spine Tracing all your curves, dimples, and hairlines My fingers want to etch a memory of your face By cradling your head in a moment of grace My arms want to hug you from behind My chest to your back, oh so sublime One hand on your tummy, one on your face To caress your cheek in a sweet embrace Softly breathing on your neck, under your ears Whispering sweet nothings, eliminating any cares Time stands still for the two of us Necking and kissing, building equal trust You turn to face me, face to face Our lips searching for just the right place Before you know it, our clothes drop to the floor Tongues and lips explore one another, and emotions...

Two bodies meet for the first time, These two bodies are yours and mine. A stich of pain, then comes pleasure, This one, I will always treasure. Fingernails on a broad back, Where falls the compassion I lack? Sweat runs in drops onto the sheets, Don't want to stop but can't stand the heat. Joined at the middle and taking gasps of air, My soul holds sunshine, my heart finds despair. Screams of passion lurk in the night, There are only feelings, no sense of sight. The motion is fast, then slow again, I smile as I commit this sin. We compress so tightly, it's almost pain, Yet I feel possessed, even insane. I feel ecstatic when we're together, Can this feeling last forever? I then find the answer - no. The motion now has returned to slow. All of our passion has been released, All of our movement has now ceased. Our grip loosens and our bodies dry, I lie there now wondering why? Only you could make me feel like this, This is a day I'm going to miss. I'll turn over an...

You make me burn. I am on fire. So intense. Raging desire. Taste you. Hot. Caressing hair. I feel you touch. Me down there. Slide my dress. Slip to the floor. Need you now. Fill up my core. Push me back. Against the wall. Hand over mouth. My whimpered call. I scream in pleasure. I moan in pain. Your fingertips. Drive me insane. Feather tickles. Down my spine. Gently sipping. Drinking candy wine. You stroke. Thump. Flick me there. Sensations intense. Exploding in air. I pant. Hot breath. On my clit. Flip me over. Straddle. Make me sit. Your face. Riding the wave. Cresting. The feeling. I am your sex slave. Shallow. My breath comes out. Climaxing. Your name I shout. Overwhelmed. Finally calming down. You knocked askew. This girl and her crown. Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar