Unmasked ~ An Erotic Tribe

As an erotic writer, it’s my priority

to take your very heals off, miss seers

Why you always turn your face around...

every single time I ask you, "What classic brand your body wears?"

I visited the temple of your furrowed heart

since the solitary was lost into golden streets,

You knew much of bare cellmates... &

I... everything ‘bout the kiss of carnal peace

“You were morn lady --- the lady of morn,” I write

Beautifully silly, your words were...

that almost got you slipped in high heels with anew rhyme

“High heels look tremendously gorgeous on ladies

unless they take off by someone’s very hands

(...on nights),” my fingers rhythmically typed

“Are you in the heel business?” You gasped

"Oh No.. No... I’m not, but do you want me to be in

that business?" I mischievously smiled

“That’s a very great question, to be explored in further poetry,” you replied

“Thankfully, you didn’t say that you want me to be in the “heel business”,

cause, I wonder, if you’d say so

Auto-erotically, your heels’d have fell ov’r the floor,” Worldwide

Then, everything got hushed ‘neath the pleasure

of our unhidden---talks,

Said, unsaid. Questioned, unquestioned

words left answered, unanswered ov'r the night,

Unexpectedly, few poetry hints you dappled ‘pon the heart

that brought me coming up with a brand new possession of erotic-tribe

Candlelight wrinkles & your illegal wafts,

Dramatically, i’ve been passed through,

Oh, your wrinkle lines ov’r those scented nights

had us both speechless at bay, alongside the panoramic hue

“By the way, what’re you doin’ later tonight?” I asked

“Everything you won’t be doing, I'm sure,” you unmasked.

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Note:
I'mma have to share the story behind 'tis poetry.

"I was just having a very fluent conversation with one of the tranquil poetess (M.S) whose artistry's quite intriguing to be read in words. So, it all started since the winds were wafting through our time-zone & keep drifting the knots of her hair ov'r the edge of love-bounds. We ain't know, how the normal convos tuned with the modernism of words was... seemed one hell of the most manifested things ev'r to be done. Undoubtedly, the talks were normal (just reading & reviewing) but it become more delightful when some wordy ingredients'd stir with inner insights & got strewn ov'r the page with fragmented dissection of fascination. I turned those convos into poetry (that was, of course, one of her poetic-ideas rendered to me "In Disguise")." So, I thank her for having her soften feet dancing ov'r the verge of wordy scenario --- the undisguised eroticism of words."

One hour, after completing this write, I shared it with her

Me:

So, "an hour" has been trembled into the ashes but thankfully, it left some memories behind to be shown or shared with the cascades of very time. Means, I come up with a brand new poetry (as I was free), undoubtedly, as I had mentioned to you, so if you've got a heap of spare time, allow your puckered heart to get waft in a direction that's shown by me in guise of hustling your soften feet visiting the hallway of below link:

http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/08/unmasked-erotic-tribe.html
(I've replaced the original link with my blogger one)

Ps. It's only a poetry --- just a fun with time. There's nothing to do anything with reality or anything personal so yeah... "bottoms up!" --- Just cheer up & have a glamours time ahead.


M.S:
(I've shortened her display name)

Ahhh.. this really made me smile. your mind works in unique ways. :D I like how you were so quick to work all of that into one thread of events.. clever!! :D

I had made the write within one hour (talks) afterwards that's quite fascinating to be read in words.

Delectation - An Unfaithful Night

"Doing love's easy but living it hard

Your night's mine, you may satisfy my heart."

Bring me the pleasure of love
Please me with the warmth of your mouth
I've been lone ov'r the longed years,
Come here & quench the thirst of our own
Take my hand & i'll take your everything
Loose your feet & i'll snatch your heartbeats
I’m dying of thirst so extinguish such feelings
Don’t look at me like you be dreaming
I’m real here to devout you alive;
swallow your saliva & chew you with delight.

"It's delectation that you & I need

Your flesh's what... that making me breathe."

Don't tell me the cost of your fabricated wears
I only believe in tearing 'em apart
Don't hide your panoramic cleavages with hands
I'm born real man to play with 'em real hard
What your bottom says, I can clearly figure it all out
Don’t hide your flesh...
My tool longs to have your curvaceous cave knock-ed out
I’m --- The Sin myself & you --- the reason of my sinful life
Let me dig your everything with pleasure,
cause... you’re already locked up in position “69”.

"I breathe well seeing you de-hydrated

Till your morn comes , we know, you mated."

I never wish to make your mouth distaste
but you want it first before getting embraced
Don't run away of me, no matter how majestically...
you pace back to the wall of hallway,
I'm here to...
spoil your religion; your faith,
your loyalty & undoubtedly, your A+ grade...
to make your nights unfaithfully, may or may not be... degrade
Follow my commands &...
allow me to remove the stress of your holy day
Utmost, A beautiful housewife you’ve ever been;
Of course, Busy mommy, breathtakingly, you’re
Your drunken husband sleeping right ov’r the couch
Don't worry, your kids won’t be listening to your “ouch”
They resting well in new cradle
Let me take their nasty mommy on the table
& etch her with an every quiver of pain for the sake of having pleasure.

"Yes, it's hunger with regard 

that brings real nice delectation - an unfaithful night - to spirits... with reward."

The Rapture

~*~*~
Things enter your forsaken life with the pleasure of barren appreciation

You admire 'em alive but soon get bored of its adoration 

Life’s full of heartaches but it’s also a zone of happiness – 

The happiness that resides in your hearts,

but don’t know why, it becomes only a cause to hurts’.

Many things happen in life;

Numerous worst moments you pass through every single time

So, life's a nothing but an empty page... 

where... loneliness’s must to get dwelled ov’r the lonesome night.

Memories touch your untouched wounds

but you can’t fathom the theory of phantom-worlds – 

The world: “how wicked it literally sounds”

that only needs a little space in your hearts, around.

You want love though the love’s trademark of savoriest emotions

Sometimes it cheers you up.. 

so sometimes whirls you ov’r the pool of vegemite devotions.

Attraction’s merely a sail to heal you up

but, unfortunately, every shade of infatuation desperately sucks you whole up

You’re all an empty page of book – 

the book that needs to get written with.. in new chapters

Every story’s befriended with the tuft of philosophy 

but in real, even the whole life belongs to the realism in raptures’.

~*~*~

Redheaded Immodest

Saw golden---white bracelet around your molten---waist
Closed my very eyes: “how delightful you may taste!”
What an eve ‘twas...
since I approached to you & asked: “What’s your max. rate?”
You rushed down my words; stripped off to very edge
I played with your knots --- playfully modest
You were the warmth in winter
Hottest, Hopeless spirit --- Red--headed immodest
Your husband ain’t home
While you seemed pretty longed to be lone
You’ve had some plans --- the plans for the night
I wonder, what if we share little coffee, what’d be your sign?
 Raplh Lauren I’d worn, but you torn it with your claws
Topless your bra slipped down to your bottom
& I loved your wicked flaws
“What a curve I’d seen!” V-Shaped, G-Shaped... everything was in shape
Very soft, pretty wet so moist, I touched
Oh, the bedsheet & the pillow, Miss Willow, You clutched
Our heartbeats debauched, & nothing left...  untouched.

Hunt The Prey

I ain’t wanna hear ya whatcha say

You ain’t needa sit sad. Be my prey

The sun’s down. Dark night’s up

Show me whatcha got. Do ya love to suck?

It’s so bad. Evocatively naked.

Your mouth so pure, Don’t make it distaste

Dirty talks, you love to talk

Naughty words, you love to stalk

Horny mind that’s whatcha are

Your bare naked flesh that’s what I want...

to get entered in that. Oh, pierce, spear & splash.

Feminism, you’re. Love bondage – an ash

Menage is, you want. Your innocence, I haunt

The rape it could be so I’ll rape you real hard, but in a good way

You moan it aloud: “Take my advantage”

I know, at what stage you’re damn reached

Hell, you broke the boarder of your limit

So, I ain’t wanna hear ya whatcha say

You moaned aloud & I desperately hunt another prey.

Ps. Here's a link to visit first part of the write:

http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/04/haunt-prey.html

Woman Of South - II

My tool entered your moisten flesh;

Thumb visited the paradise of your sweeten mouth;

Viper--tongue twirled your gracious meat-of-loaf for sake

& the heart called you --- the woman of sea-south

I don’t remember in which “write” I was Vulture to you

but Serpent I’ve ever been since “Inferno ---The night”

We’d harm each other badly at “Atonement”

& blonde-bimbo, brunette-bombshell pleased me, alright... in “Breakfast”

We --- threesome --- romanced under the canopy of “Secret-Affairs”

& for “Mrs. Ann”, I convinced your mother sleeping in the wrong corner of trespass

Aside that,

there’s allot to remind.. or remember whatever we done in past

Let’s replay the disk of dominance &...

allow me to display you the whole scenario of naked romance, very fugitive. Long-last.

I crushed you --- flipped you --- under the flesh of “Autonomy”

Your love’s been nootropic supplement since “Noxiousness”

Further, you concealed few roasted elements to me on... “Attachment”

& bewitched romance we breathed in “The Debauchery”, enhance

Long-lasting heartaches we shared with... “No Limit”

&... shackled by self-obsession of night “Drooled With Sins”

I crushed your bracelet to the appeal of “Atonement”

& In b/w the process,

the hue of its color imbued in my ring... with “Attachment” of love, Succulent

You --- my bait, Eurobabe!

there’s still allot to remember ‘bout the possession of victorious past

Whatever your faith’s ‘bout,

Far-fetched endorsement preciously made you being unfaithful to your husband, at last

Womanizer heart, & of course, ultimate pervert...

I’ve recently been for pleasing your real mother “Mrs. Ann”

 An Italian decent  -- Ledesma grenade

What a fuelled TNT & the Mall of exploitation she was!

Before I fathom what kinda phantom she’s been,

why don’t we continue from where we left.... ? So above all,

“Enmity” would conquer our “Spirits-Strewn” ov’r the ground

& you pretty vigorously but wildly got slain in the mist at dawn

So let it be whatever it was meant to be

My viper tongue gave you goosebumps in your pleasant mouth

Your flesh re-filled with the tool of my tempt

& Commercially, aside blonde & brunette, you --- The Redheaded go crowned the woman of sea-south.

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Love --- a pool of menage --- full of dirt

Protagonist pervert, I'm. Antagonist flirtatious, my heart.

Woman Of South - I

Jelly tongue, you’ve got. Sour & spicy, your X--Mouth.

Where you just hail from, Miss... ? You surely a woman of south!

You be a butterfly & I – the night-beast mighty moth

My wings way bigger than yours; will please you with To-&-froth.

My speed much faster than your course & you can’t escape my pride

My pride – so arrogant & aggressive. I’m your stallion – Antichrist.

Put your tongue in b/w my lips & teeth, & get ready to open federal mouth

I’m no naive in any way but you surely a woman of south.

Tell me, what’s your max. rate... will pay you with interest for life

At night, You twirl with curve & furl, blonde girl

Your naked body locked up under mine.  My love’s hydrated but...

can make you dehydrated alongwith deepen sighs

You may tap out again & again but I’ll never loose my grip unless i’m debauchedly satisfied.