Miraquill
The love of my youth.
Her breasts, handful like
two sweet oranges,
soft and comforting,
they placate me always.
They are a masterpiece
with confronting nipples,
always wanting to be noticed,
luring my mouth to come
feast on them like a baby.
The areolas are shades of beauty,
fascinating, and artistic.
Her breasts delight my eyes,
they are their favourites.
They fuel my lust like a
filling station.
©dosbambi
#breasts
17 posts-
dosbambi
10w
Read MoreThe breasts are two powerful organ that are the favourites for a lot of men on a woman's body. Those two are massive weapons to trigger the lust of men. It's no wonder, men easily fall for me...
What's your favourite part of a woman's body?
#dosbambiwrites #dosbambiinspires #boobs #breasts #woman #body #nigerianpoet #poetry9 0
entanglednerves
157w
On Woman's Body - the Indian take
What's with Indian men's obsession with a woman's midriff or her breasts or her butt?
This mentality is most certainly due to boys raised by "men" who'd be aroused even at the sight of a female grasshopper wiggling it's ass.
Time to stop objectifying a woman and obsessing over any part of her body.
Time for Indian parents to educate their children on "sex" at the right age.
Indian parents, Goa became "happening" to your sons and daughters coz you didnt even bother to introduce em to the swimming pool let alone "beach culture".
- Shivin Varghese Unitholi
©entanglednerves8 0 1
Touch
15 0
Her cleavage was incredible.
In that low-cut tank,
her bosom flared...
And like a moth, I was drawn.
©charismapher16 1 1
labeeqaamer
169w
Read More#love #lust #feeling #breasts #lovemaking #sucking #mouth #kissing #moonlight #baby #biting #chest #you #lovepoetry #lovepoems #writer #writing #writers #loveislove #satisfied #satisfaction #pressing #lips #bodies #loving @writersnetwork
#mirakee #writersnetwork @bluebird @zarafreeman @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @milind_ek_kavi @readwriteunite @barryopoetry @laughing_soul
#melancholy#happiness#excitement#start#feelinh#writerscommunity#igpoets#mirakee#mirakeewriters#poetry#happy#struck#darkpoetry#dark#loveislove#poet#repost#spilledthoughts#bleedingink#winterpoetryseries#dopelikepoetry#ghoulspoetry#frostpoetry#readwriteunite#writersnetwork#poetscomminity#writefree#pod#mirakeeworld#gift#life#neverreturnsback#yoloLust
My body shakes when I think
of you
Kissing my lips under the moonlight
Pressing your hands hard around my
waist, pulling me closer every time
I step back
Smiling at my shyness
And pressing my breasts on your chest
And then taking my nipples in your mouth
And you start biting them
Then you suck my breasts like a baby
And I run my fingers through your hair
I press you hard on my breasts until
I don't feel fully satisfied
L.A15 3
aphrolighte
174w
Kittens
.
.
Come close
Let me nibble your ear
You're gonna wanna hear what I have to say
Audi in top Gear
Body dressed lays
My island princess is here to stay
Two pairs of perky breasts
Two women unlike the rest
Two clits started this fuck fest
Two kittens making a mess
Scratches down your back
My claws don't retract
I'm the Alpha
And that's a fact
Soak in this bubble bath
Relax and Replenish
Tonight you're the main dish
Sit back, spread and benefit.
.
.
©aphrolighte24 1 1
Perfect
He looked at her breast and said:
"They are perfect to behold,
Perfect to hold,
Perfect to kiss,
Perfect to bury my face in,
They are simply perfectly crafted."
©efaiir14 3 1
4nonymoussss
184w
Read MoreThe softer skin of her collar bone appears
turning into something more
lower she would go
her cleavage
until finally her beautiful
full breasts appear
his greedy eyes taking it in,
drinking up what he may never see again
But she doesn't stop there
her fear is as bright as the sun
but she herself has lost all
respect
so she continues
lower and lower
she goes
his greedy hands reaching out to
play with them
her soft moans of hate towards herself
leaves her
as
something she never thought she
would be
#Breasts #Greed #Lust #Body #Desire #Cleavage #Eyes #Beautiful #Moans #HandsBreasts
Read the caption!
©4nonymoussss30 16 2
- 4nonymoussss Followed you on Instagram. I like your posts there as well @hereiamagain
- darkerthanblack Dude you got the grip in genre of erotica writing!
- 4nonymoussss Thanks mate @darkerthanblack You must check my other account as well @4nonymousss. This was blocked because people reported too much explicit content.
- darkerthanblack gotcha
- mdee_naatique18 Pura dikha
sluttypoetry
210w
Crescendo
An Oracle of Touches
She can feel them even before he lays them on her.
A patter of finger tips, falling over her skin like drops from the first rain.
Inhale.
Her scent.
Sweeter than last night's Petrichor.
Finger's skitter across, as the breath she holds, trickles out in a lucid moan.
Palms craddle her breasts, as he burrows into the Psalms of her back.
Murmuring hints of praise against soft silk.
Finger's rolling nipples like prayer beads.
Dropping to his knees, he receives the holy Communion. As he devours, he leaves no furrow untouched, no space unexplored.
Inept fingers orchestrating her body. Pulling whimpers from her lips, like a rabbit from a hat.
Tumbling of bodies and the groan of bed springs echo the precussion.
Grinding and thrashing of Thighs, Bellow out the sound of trumpets.
A cresendo of cries before the Cadenza
The Crescendo of Sex.
©sluttypoetry7 0
What is Equality ?
Sure we got equality?
You talking about my rights
Or my breasts?
Because even they aren't equal
©fourlinenotebook7 0
lilmisswriter
217w
Yeah.. you know who this is for... It could be you... And if you get offended after reading this... I'm not sorry....
You really need to stop staring at my breasts! They are just a piece of flesh! They are just a part of my body... You think I don't know... But I'm not that stupid... I can see how your sight doesn't leave them... How your gaze is just fixed on them and how much of a good human being you are.. Instead of looking me into the eye you stand there looking at my breasts like you'd die if you didn't stare... Be a man! Not a whore! They are not meant for your lust... They are the medium through which tiny little souls are nurtured...
I so wish I could slap you with the same intensity you gaze at them but all I can do is move away and still not be free from those greedy eyes...
©lilmisswriter11 0
That night!
That night....
I felt your curves and I felt your depth.
I felt your warmth and I felt your cold core.
I felt your pain and I felt your joy too.
I felt your lips, I felt your breasts and I felt your vagina too.
That night I felt what is making love to you means.
©4nonymousss50 0 1
theladybookmad
219w
A woman is more than breasts and ass
©ladybookmad26 0 1
ishubhankar
222w
Read MoreWorthless Writer ~99
No breasts
No uterus
But
No complains
The cancer took the beautiful figure away,
not her female spirit.
Image Source: @obrazkovani
.
Hashtags: #mirakee #writersnetwork #she #breast #breasts #uterus #complains #female #spirit #femalespirit #beautiful
Tags: @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld @pen_and_paper @writers_world @unekha @baanee @untold_unheard @thepoetrycommunity @repost @writers_paradiseNo breasts
No uterus
But
No complains
The cancer took
the beautiful figure away,
not her female spirit.
©ishubhankar67 7 7
emmawoodhall
252w
Two strangers
The cold night seemed forbidding as it blew round the trees, rustling their leaves. It was a silent night but the mysterious rays of the moon fell on the uneven ground of the park. She sat there - alone, without even a coat to protect her from the evil wind. The streets outside the park seemed totally deserted - not even stray dogs lingered on them.
She wept by herself, sitting at a bench in the far corner of the park. She was weeping because her husband had betrayed her. Her husband's second wife had came and told her to move out, adding that it was her place where she was standing.
She had left the house at that very moment and made up her mind to never ever go there.
Devastated and shocked, she had walked a long way, and incapable of walking anymore, had sat at the far corner of this park.
As she was weeping, she saw a shadow looming - a large and burly one at the entrance of the park. She stopped weeping and looked properly, and as the moon light fell on him, she made out a man, with a dangerous outlook and a weird smile over his face. She was frightened. He advanced toward her and came near - near enough to touch her ample bosoms, which even her saree cannot hide. She tried to scream, but he pressed her mouth with his hand and whispered as he looked down at her breasts, "Don't scream. I will not harm you. I will just help myself and you. Your husband was an idiot to leave you. But you are with me, now..."
Tears ran down her cheeks. But she too wanted the happiness of sexual touches and so, she protest on his further actions. He removed the upper part of her saree, revealing a lot of her breasts, and the other parts covered by her small blouse.
He grabbed them and both enjoyed the happiness...
©emmawoodhall8 0
debojit_chakraborty
256w
I..
I wonder how you make quadrants of my legs,
as if they are your morning newspapers!
But believe me, cheap comments and looks are not what it begs,
then why do you measure my clothes, as if you are a draper?
If I wear a skirt which covers my ankle,
then I am matronly,
and if above that length, then I am prude.
I smile on those who does not even behave patronly,
rather when we object, call us rude.
Knee is the border which separates my sheen from my thigh,
as if it is the India-Pakistan border which stands tall and high;
creating difference between human beings carrying same blood,
And here a picture of a dress above my knees,
makes the comment box flood.
Flood that bring waves of lusty comments.
Just because I wear two inches short garments.
Inches that you use to measure my breasts,
Just like laughing on my...
Please continue here to know the conclusion: itisalluptoyouonly.blogspot.com
©debojit_chakraborty
