Poem

Cock Sucking

marc angel — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 20:09:39 +1030

I kneel at the altar of sinful delight
And breathe deeply the musty aroma of man
I catch the eye of the beast and take in its beauty
A fleshy crown on the sceptre of delight
Thick and powerful and commanding
A trickle of opaque excitement
Irresistibly inviting me to the feast
Pre –cum
Yum
Looking up into your eyes with a cheeky smile
You’re a deer caught in the headlights
Slowly I move forward and nuzzle your cock along my cheek
Let it slip gently across my lips
Run my tongue like a lusty lizard along its shaft to moisten my prey
Then poised to strike I open my mouth

Twas The Night Before Christmas

marc angel — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 20:28:26 +1030

'Twas the night before Christmas and I wanted to scream,
Nothing was stirring, but I could still dream.
I’d bought naughty lingerie in every hue,
In hopes that my fantasies soon would come true.
Our son couldn’t make it home, least that’s what he said,
So visions of romance danced through my head.
But my hubby was snoring, thinking nothing amiss,
And had just rolled over after a brotherly kiss.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I quickly flew,

A Christmas Story

marc angel — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 20:13:13 +1030

This Christmas, she's lonely...she must change the cadence
To wish for and cease this monotonous abeyance.
The stoic demeanor has afforded her much,
But success within commerce can do only so much.
In matters of business, where great deals were sold...
She's recalling quite fondly which suit was most bold.
His black hair and arrogance, rode together quite well
This indifferent peacock caused her sex drive to swell.
Twice in past meetings, disagreements arose
Keenly, he tested...her temper, disposed.
Cocktails soon followed, in lobbies and bars

For You

marc angel — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 16:43:21 +1030

Let me touch

Let me feel

Let me kiss

Let me taste

Let me show

Let me see

Let me take

Let me give

Let me scream

Let me dream

Let me come

with you

to you

for you

The Untitled Nightclub

marc angel — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 20:28:23 +1030

Inside, I’m burning up
My thong is soaked
Just by watching you
On the dance floor
Swivel your hips
Up against mine

Across the room
I feel your eyes
Staring through me
Making love to me
Surrounded by anonymous strangers.

Gasping,
Fingers tease my nipples,
Rubbing my clit
Through these tight jeans
I need to get out of here.

The cool air hits me hard
But not as hard as you
Pushing me up against
The wall.

Hands flowing over my
body.
Your sweet mouth
Sucking, eagerly on mine.

Tongues battling for dominance.
Pushing my hips
Against yours.

The Vital Ache

marc angel — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 14:32:09 +1030

To part and welcome

The earnest magician, who

Unencumbered by formality

Bestows tickle after sweet tickle

Of love’s fondest emotion

The white gloves discarded

Relishing her scent on his fingers

Probing deep and meaningful

Into her every appetency

Scrupulous, masculine appeal

Alas, the abatement of such lust

Won’t wane by nightfall…

Her alleviation lies obscured

By the ardent wish to remain ladylike

Placating her good name as reputable.

Touch

marc angel — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 15:00:02 +1030

Just one taste

Just one touch

That’s all I want

To feel you

Deep within my clutches

Gasping for breath

Softly tracing the lines of your body

And choking on the beauty

You captivate me

For reasons unknown

I can’t take my eyes off of you

Entangled

Within dampened sheets

Her moistness upon my tongue

Gentle cries

Like beautiful symphonies of pleasure

As I take her over and over again

Her mouth

Now firmly pressed against mine

Savoring the sweet juices

Which overwhelmed my senses

Just moments before

Buttons

marc angel — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 13:48:33 +1030

One button,

Two button,

Three button,

And so on

Until the rippled muscles are exposed,

Until the fingers can feel the hair

Scratchy, beautiful over his heart.

Her fingers trail to his shoulders,

Push the fabric back

Until it falls to the ground.

His turn.

Shoulders,

Breasts,

Waist,

And so on

Until the hem of her shirt is reached

Until the fabric is pulled up and over

And her beautiful, freckled skin is exposed.

His fingers trail to her spine,

Find the puzzle clasp

And make her secrets known.

Her turn.

One button,

Plastic Virgin

marc angel — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:14:15 +0930

Molten façade coursing between pristine teeth,
She swallows air like pride,
Shyly lifts her careful glisten.
Their whipcrack gazes scald her skin.
Their mouths demand dancing blasphemies of frenetic flesh.
She moistens tightening lips with a tongue
That craves their education,
Their discipline meted in masks and ropes.
Yet she dances with hesitation,
Impaired by the sloughing drive
And scrubbing throes of licorice twins
Who thrive on ganja and porcelain pouts.
A nude, buffeted shuttlecock is she,
Roused by the threads of pearl
That sew together her breasts.

Hurricane Marti

marc angel — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 11:17:23 +0930

By the light of covetous Bourbon Street gaslamps,
I am king of the damned and daring.
My sacramental latex wench bows before me,
Eyes afloat in libidinous libations
That glow in invitation
To swing and rise upon shooting stars of sweat
That traverse her cosmos of flesh.
These regal raiments of
Torn fishnet stockings
Compliment the coarseness
Of skin that has known her kind of love before.
Ensnared in her smoked glass claws,
I am damned behind my mask.
I am daring within her steel-pierced heat.
I am the skin of nightmares
That prowl the French Quarter