All the women you should have fucked ...

                                                     

            "Her Animal Beauty", an Original artwork by @alphachanneling

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i missed your cum face while thinking of all those women you should have fucked. 
i missed your breathless moan while thinking of that horny red head we saw last night and whom you should have licked.
i missed that sweaty flesh while picturing you eating that fake blond pussy who regretted saying u old n wrinkled while u spanked her fake bums and fucked her from behind. 
i missed that moist feeling while fucking ur face imagining this ride as a multiplied state in a gym class with 6 sided mirrors.  
and certainly i missed that teary eye of joy while feeling sorry for all the women you didn't suck.  
But most of all i couldn't miss on all those orgasm u gave me while i was thinking of all the women who missed getting orgasm-ed by you. 

  

Caramel Epiphany (Slam Poem) ...

I have in mind this scene of us,
I am soaked in ma sweat while giving u the tantric back massage and hearing ur sweet moan
the friction of my thighs against your lower back
gave me waves of pulses

my legs astride over u my hero
I rode u like a knight riding a horse
  ma pussy is wet and warm

ma cave holds those pearls of passion
once they are spread, the rest is history

My hands glide on your upper body,
up and down as if they were on a dance floor
I want to catch all those pulses and transmit the beats thru our bodies

Release monster from his brief
he needs to pulsate freely
and breath
he shall be the 3rd survivor

I can hear the echoing in the walls around
I can hear that
You're captured in ma chains
I'll release u when you're about to cum

my tongue glide on you like a ski performance
i lick your back slowly up till I reach behind your ears

It's ticklish I know

you're not sure anymore whether you're sweating or sinking in ma wet saliva
Your moaning grow louder
it bruises the room walls
the silence is no longer silence
the cosmo is overwhelmed with the voice of a man on the bed of a planet
the mountains kneel for your song
they wanna pray their last rhythm

After your scream of pleasure, the universe shall sink back in silence

my heart drum bom bom bom, I lay on u with ma mass of flesh, oiled with desire
I whisper love poems
I feel u

our heartbeats would crash the whole solar system

our body heat shall be the new warmth 

our eyes shall illuminate
we blend our tears that becomes the new silver rains
i cannot fight those rays of glorious inspiration

you float
I float

shine babe
under ma skin, u shall vibrate
my caramel skin stains you

u manifest birth now
congrats ma hero
u survived

At this moment, no one in this life, loves u like i do
you're safe now
nothing can harm u
breathe babe
breathe

how do u feel?
Have you screamed?

I can hear your murmurs, you says it felt like a torture?
you had a volcano inside?
only me and Alaska wolves heard you?

Hahahahahahahahah (sarcastic laugh)

Yeah, Your volcano actually intensified my tan

I kiss you on the cheek, move away to let your skin breathe ... 

PS: for Arabic speakers, please check Arabic edition " Raghba - رغبة "  ... Click Here  

Orgasm ...

جسد النعناع برائحة المسك الأبيض

You arch your back. You close your eyes. You Throb. You moan like an aching dog. You open your eyes. You resist 1st wave. 2nd wave. Your beast prevail. You seek. You buildup your greed. You hold your breath and stroke yourself fiercely. You change position. Once you want a view that drive you more crazy. Once you want to be that wounded animal. Once with eyes wide open witnessing how I wank so you start wanking. Once you wanna fuck hard. Once you wanna tribb over my juice that you fancy. Once You slap me and order submission. Once you get harder when I say "You Dog". I give you that وش النياكة that madden you. You call me أوسخ شرموطة so I start telling you in details how I will fuck you with the strapon, how you will beg me not to stop coz I will stop, how you will kneel to my weapon and plead so I fuck your tight arse again. You procrastinate 3rd wave till your balls hurt. I dare you. I rub myself unceremoniously to tease you. Your face is steamed. 

The Phone ring, you gasp: Cock blockeeeeeeeeeeeeeer. 

You ask: where you want my milk, Your face? Your feet? or in a cup to freeze? 

I take my time to think like a legendary علقة: Cum on my freshly painted toes.  

You: Say "Please" 

Me ( with that صوت مبحوح) : "You Dog" 

You then scream and start your gun-shoot ... 

The Lip-Mapper ...

You scoop my face between your palms as if gathering water drops fearing it leaks away. You softly hold my neck and gently approach your figure once you get the approval signal from my eyes that I desire this collision as much as you do. You close your eyes. I close my eyes too. You inhale me first and exhale heat drying my lips that you soak wet later. Your mouth crawl slowly across mine from far east corner to the present west. It gently depart the north & south to ooze its first smooch. Your palms moves downward my spine and get a good grip of my back and we dive into more fierce kissing that sounds like recurrent sea waves slapping the shore and tiding back. You then penetrate my mouth like a hasty animal, you lick my teeth, my gums and inner labia. You fuck my uvula and keep me wandering feeling tickled. You scrub your tongue across mine creating this tingling friction. You speed down  as your  tongue tango mine and both twirl over the sound of soaked wetness.

You never get enough of kissing, you endlessly devour me …

..To be continued..

Your cum لا يزال في حلقي ...

Over charged yet holding yourself as you master prolonged pleasure, you lean over me and whisper “Lets snow ball”. I giggle as i knew what you had in mind. You remain on top as I was your prey in lust. Your face shrink and expand expressions of silent moans like a quantum force of thrust while you conquer Venus in acceleration, in moderation, in slow motion then rotate. You ask me to be ready. I open my mouth. You score.

You gush your milk, I catch while resisting the temptation of swallowing, You join for the kiss of victory where I push the spunk to your mouth. You pour it back to mine and we exchange the elixir of youth over a set of 4 swings. I swallow a bit in between, I cheat , I know, but who cares. At last, I smash half of the potion, you grip, swallow then we laugh out loud. I pause and sink in a concern for my anti-wrinkle dose that went in vain flushed away thru our throats. You look me in the eyes and speak "Rest assured, next round will jerk at your face"

...... and then you claim am a Filthy Bitch? ضحكة رقيعة

The Dervish ...

There is so much life in our days .. There is so much Light that we can hold .. There is so much space to carry our body within .. There is so much skies to look at .. There is so much air to breathe .. There is so much beauty to behold .. There is so much freedom to embrace .. There is so much self of ours .. There is so much projection to reality .. There so much flesh than our own .. There is so much heart .. There is so much of Nothing & there is so much of Everything …..

Sidi Bou Said … Tunisia … May 2014 

Photo Courtesy By: Amall Ishak 

Put your Glass Up and make your toast ...

Cheers to Life Cheers to the wind Cheers to the body that carries me Cheers to the Boobs that manifest the body that carries me Cheers to the bike that rolls Cheers to the barefeet Cheers to the Cloth that warm the body that carries the boobs Cheers to the leaves flying in my background Cheers to the Wine Cheers to the Tongue that taste the wine Cheers to the hair Cheers to that head that carries the Hair Cheers to the Smile Cheers to the mouth that smile Cheers to the cheeks that crunch while smiling Cheers to the skies Cheers to looking up to the skies while Cheering Cheers to Life Cheers to Love Cheers to self Cheers to the soul Cheers to the Shaved Skin Cheers to the unshaven skin Cheers to the raw Cheers to the cooked Cheers to the intense Cheers to the pacific Cheers to the beat Cheers to the moan Cheers to the tears Cheers to the fearless Cheers to the fearful Cheers to the Flame Cheers to the fire Cheers to the water Cheers to the grape Cheers to the water & grapes that makes the wine that the Tongue taste and cause the mouth to smile and the cheeks to crunch in and the head looking up to the sky and the wind that blow the leaves and the hair while pedaling and the hands pulls up the glass to cheer for the pleasure that carries us away... Cheers … Just Cheers 

Coffee Thoughts ...

I will not hide my Happiness fearing a jinxing eye. I will not avoid speaking about amazement in my life. I will not claim things nor speak creeps to nurture void gossip. I will spoil, spread & share all the love and warmth within me fearlessly no matter the consequences ... I will smile in your face coz its contagious and it also maintain my wrinkles lifted. I will not give myself hard time even if the world is full of miseries. I will celebrate daily being young, beautiful and Alive. And most of all, I will not give an ear to bad mouths nor elementary mediocre speeches. Yes, am self-content and not afraid to spend time alone. There is nothing more liberating and joyful than wanting you rather than needing you. And NO, I will not hide my cellulite to look good infront of you. 

ثم تنتهي جميع الحروب و معها كل العُقَد ...

حبيبي , عند البحر سأنتظرك كى نقفز بالحياة قفزة الشجاعة ... تذكر أنني سأنتظرك ليلا كي نتخلص من ظلنا المتثاقل بالذكريات ... سأمسك يديك ثم سأقبل شفتيك و لن أغلق عينيي .. و أنت لن تغلق عينيك أيضا ... و قبل أن نسبح بأجسادنا, سنرقص عرايا , سنضحك ضحك هيستيري , ثم نسكت لنكتشف أنه لن يكون هناك فراقا بعد اليوم , لن نجد ما نلوم به أنفسنا أو الأخرين , لن نأذي أحد و لن يستطيع أحد أن يأذينا ... بعد اليوم, و من تلك اللحظة الي الأبد لن تسيطر علينا أي فكرة عن أي قهر محتمل ... حبيبي, عند البحر سأنتظرك كي نقفز و نتحرر و لن نعود بأدراجنا و لن يفتقدنا أحد ... 

Photo Courtesy by: Nermine Said 

Legs ...

I consult all those stretch marks, the years upon those legs, the fats & the millions tiny brown spots as well as scars left from every childhood moment. That flesh is lucid. Each day a new cut bleed and a new skin inside my brain revealed. I shall admire you shaved, I shall admire you unshaven, I shall admire you, period.

Self Shot by Self ...

رغبة ...

ArtWork Courtsey by Lana Ghassan
"Dried Petals"  

عالق بذهنى هذا المشهد لنا،

أتصبب عرقاً بينما أُعطيك مساج التنترا على أنغام أنينك.

يمنحنى إحتكاك فخذى بأسفل ظهرك

أمواج من النبضات.

أمتطيك كما يمتطى الفارس فرسه

و أشعر بدفىء كسى المبلل

كهفى يحتوى لآلىء الشهوة

بمجرد إنتشارها، يصير باقى الرجال ذكرى

تنزلق يداى صعوداً و هبوطاً على أجزاء جسدك العليا

كأنهما يؤديان عرض راقص

يوزعان هذه النبضات بين جسدينا.

أطلق وحشك، فهو يحتاج أن يخفق بحرية

أعطيك مساحة ليتنفس

حتى يصير الناجى الثالث بعدى أنا و أنت.

أسمع صدى الجدران المحيطة

فأنت أسيرى

و سأطلق سراحك فقط عندما تتمنى.

يتزلج لسانى عليك كأداة تزحلق على الجليد

ألعق ظهرك ببطء حتى أصل خلف أُذنيك

أعلم أنها تدغدغك

لا تستطيع الجزم إن كنت تعرق أم تغرق فى لُعابى

أنينك يعلو

يجعل حوائط الغرفة تتصدع.

يخرق الصمت، فلا يصبح صمتاً

يسيطر على الكون صوت رجل على فراش

تركع الجبال لتصلى على إيقاع أغنيته

بعد صرخة اللذة، يغرق العالم فى الصمت مجدداً

تتسارع دقات قلبى و أنا مستلقية عليك

ككتلة لحم فى زيت الرغبة

أهمس قصائد حب

أحس بك

ينهار نظام الشمس و يحل محله سخونة أجسادنا

و يصبح مصدر الدفئ الجديد للعالم

تتحِد دموعنا لتتحول إلى أمطار فضية

لا أستطيع مصارعة أشعة الوحى

تطفو

أنا (أتطفو؟؟؟)

اسطع يا حبيبى

ترتعش تحت جلدى

تتلطخ بلون الشيكولاته/كاراميل

U manifest birth now

أُهنئك أيها البطل

لقد صمدت

فى هذه اللحظة، لا أحد يحبك كما أحبك

أنت فى أمان الآن

لا شىء يقدر على إصابتك

تنفس حبيبى

تنفس

كيف حالك؟ ماذا تشعر؟

هل صرخت؟

أسمع ثرثرة... تقول أنك تعذبت...تقول يوجد بركان بداخلك؟

فقط أنا و ذئاب ألاسكا نسمعك

(ضحكة صارخة) هاهاها....

فعلاً، لقد أزاد بركانك سمار بشرتى

PS: for English edition, Check "Caramel Epiphany (Slam Poem) ... Click Here

Kiss Sutra ...

Let me delve in your planet 'mouth' in search for a revelation 

where we bounce between art & lust. 

Your vigor heat my lips and race an endless marathon to create a mantra

That we can both recite one day.

You call me a "KissSmith" while you welder well my appetite;

where our mouth-to-mouth water a thirsty urge  

and all fierceness of our massive bodies weigh-less.

I lose count of all stimulus when our flesh collide; 

and all what remain is the sound of discrete moans

that escalate a fearless crescendo,

steer a laugh when we entr'acte, 

take a blink to look at moist eyes

glancing at one's face to draw a smile

then engage back to the kissing dialogue. 

We reach no climax, neither a peak

even when your tongue climb mine

even when my tongue twirl around yours

even when we spit and exchange fluids. 

We grow breathless but we don't stop

we pause, we rewind, we shuffle

to replay a song we once practiced

that sounds as new everytime

we pause, we rewind, we shuffle. 

We don't trace, nor recall as we tend to forget

to make a new memory of each kiss

that we pause, we rewind to renew and shuffle....