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Premium Member A Feeling Of Salacious

Crawling on your arms it feels salacious,
a voice that’s more of a quivering touch.
This type of reaction makes me wonder.

Hardening into crystallized wonder
an itch grows for something salacious.
Blame yourself, you allocated that touch.

In awe of  how it feels barely to touch,
I’m whispered into a breathless wonder.
Could it be that I too am salacious? 

So salacious is the touch of wonder.

Premium Member surreptitiously salacious

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                               secretly 
                           surrender'in
                           scantly shod (sylph's suggestive)
                        sun screen'd she 

                        sweat soak'd she
                              screech'd
                                sizzling
                                soundz

                              synopsis'n
                         such sweet seks
                            surely slights
                                 surreal

                                     so
                                   stoic

                                       ")

Premium Member summer'z salacious

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                  deep in august
            my love top thuh hairy
                     dry grass
                       'gainst 
                         rust
                       'gainst 
                          my
                       'gainst 
                         her i
                  every inch uv
                       her hot


Emptiness

You gripped my hips, not my heart
you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss
and left my body tangled in sweat drenched sheets 
alone.
you wove a wrathful web of wantonness, slid your sin down my throat
and left me with a searing thirst, 
emptiness.
you filled me, lathered me with bliss, coated me in a sheer veil
of yearning for boundless carnality,
Salacious.
And now I’ll never find soothe again.

Notions and Sentiments Following a Somewhat Salacious Encounter

Painted were her eyes, 
Somewhat azure and syphilitic, her heart;
And when I got home I realized, 
I'd just fallen in love with a tart(!)

Premium Member Salacious Autumn Nights

This November I surrender
Baby touch me with your lovely finger tips
Now try your lips if its good to me I'll say it
This night is right like nights and nights ago
We're on our way to Paradise you sooth me 
Salaciously breathe you are the standard bearer
Hear me  RAW LOVE CELEBRATION at the door
How can I please you?  Bodacious  salacious
Cream of the Top the ONE.  Beware I care 
You bring the sting tell me you do I swear I've got
To have you once more you are fierce salaciously
Audacious me the epic moments of my heart
Pounding astounding I'll speak it sweet and easy
Believe me I'm delirious tell me when again

Say it baby whisper your desires your autumn
Dreams to me you are salacious I agree we're there
Tell me what you need open a window catch 
The autumn breeze hey there since I'm yours then
You must be mine. its about that thing you cause
This is the night.
Spend your time with me.
You are my central line to devine melodiously
Salaciously adding to my every fantasy.
Ring my bells spend your nights in my DAYDREAMS
Touching me touching you we are salacious baby 
For all of the stars to see SLEEP EASY MY LOVE


Salacious Sal

He was a goofy kid 
wearing a velvet sombrero. 
The only reason I 
ever hung around him was 
the laughs, 
and the contrast between 
he and I. 
He didn't listen to music 
and I was 
okay with that.

Salacious Poet, For a Bitter Muse

I have admired many, so often, and 
wondered for whom they used to write 
their muses; if not for their lovers, then 
for whom? A poet like me who loved

them for great things. Ah, I know—
a different thought, a different 
style, but not that much concerns 
me, awhile, but the smile in you 

that beamed like magenta moon and 
lured strollers to kiss the twilight night, 
until it dimmed away, so were you, 
ditching the one you loved.  Having 

dazed in the stolen memoirs of 
spring that was mine, I know now— 
admiration, sometimes, if not always has 
a bitter ending…in a poet’s lonely page!

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