Dime Lines (X-Rated)
« Previous EntriesDime Lines: Jungle Gym
Thursday, March 19th, 2009
At a lounge now on the way home, it’s just she and me
On our way Out of DC we lookin bourgeoisie
You should see the
Thighs
Skirt
Legs
…the way her hair lays
You know me, Jeans and I’m wearin Heather Gray
Orange moon plays
I turn it up because that’s my shit
We’re at the stop light she turns and gives my neck [...]
Dime Lines: Agape
Saturday, September 6th, 2008
In the background Discipline
But I’m hardly listenin
I’m hypnotized by her eyes and how they’re glistenin
Got honey now I’m drizzlin
Drippin over areolas
Skin tone is bangin like caramel and Coca Cola
And with my tongue I’m rollin over like the Spanish Roll “R’s”
Nipples erect gettin strummed like the strings on guitars
Incredible taste I trace my way to her [...]
Dime Lines: Deux Glasses
Tuesday, February 5th, 2008
Anticipation.
Whether Months, weeks or hours
Seems like an eternity
None of that’s concernin me
There she stands lookin like exotic Chocolate
Her Kisses are erotic
The taste is a narcotic
Ecstasy and me neurotic
I want, lust, and need her
Ponytail, Orange boy shorts, a Beater
I’m no lip reader…but way she just licked them
Is like she bout to murder somethin e’s the next [...]
Dime Lines: NeedlenGroove
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
Damn I love her legs
Defined cut and feminie
eyes trace up to her thighs with thoughts of swimin
and
Bastin tonuge twistin taste is cinnamon
Stopping only when she cums just to begin again
Calves lay on my back
Hands grip under her knee
Index and thumbs pulls her close to me
She bucks and climbs up the bed from where she supposed [...]
Dime Lines: intoxicant
Friday, August 31st, 2007She walks in sexy Cinnamon and Chocolate
Smell gets me drunk, She’s my fav intoxicant
Soft kiss, a hug…damn the embrace
Got candles lit…look at the light hit her face
She undresses to lace
sheer and sexy…something black
Sits down next to me
Rub arms , kiss her back
She gives a small peck
I’m 1/2 Erect
Gets up behind then massages neck
Can’t wait for [...]
Dime Lines: Brown pearls
Saturday, June 9th, 2007
Cashmere mist is subtle
The scent unmistakable
Touch is intoxicating the lust inescapable
Anticipatin Penetratin,
Warm dampened silk
Start with kiss around the neck taste like caramel milk
The Donna Karen envelops as I descend to her chest
Soft kisses outlines the curvature of the breasts
Nipples Cherry Cola,
mouth watering soaks the areola
Scene cinematic as if done by Ford Coppola
Sweet and sticky trail [...]
Dime Lines: 12 to 1
Wednesday, May 16th, 2007
As soon as I walk in the erection takes over
Oils are burnin, drunk off the scent fuk sober
She looks incredible
Baby Tee Boy Shorts exceptional
Mouth watering, she’s suckable, likable she’s edible
My cinnamon Swirl, Candy Girl she’s a vision
Minds filled with thoughts of intimate collisions
I bought ice cream
But she’s the one I want to taste
My tongue circles [...]
Dime Lines: Cardigan
Wednesday, March 7th, 2007Peanut butter complexion
Golden taste of honey
Personification of Musiq’s song sunny
I got a Mix CD on
My song our Song is playing
Laid back relaxed, in her hair my fingers’ playin
Soft kiss on the lips; they’re lip glossed and shiny
Gets up and straddles me each thigh on the side of me
Incredible embrace
My hands clinch her waist
Lips down her [...]
Dime Lines XIV: Continuation
Saturday, January 20th, 2007::Continuation from Dimes Lines VI::
Please don’t stop now
My tounge flips, hips dip
Gladdening arousal, electrifying drips
Sheets is satin, though drenched I try not to slip
Takin’ sensous sips
Her taste is moleassass
Brown Sugar and honey, thighs clinch their grasp as
I spy her eyes tighten
Tugged sheets and she bites’em
caterwaul she looses to the pleasure she was fightin’
Jaws aqueous, corner [...]
Dime Lines XV: Sheets and Streets
Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
Her Scent is Vera Wang, mixed with sweet sweat
Taste is stimulating
Nibble ear, kiss her neck
We sit chest to chest, her legs latch my waist
Thighs on top of mine, intertwined in our embrace
Her touch is dripped lace
Fignertips, grip. The pace
we move is indolent,
lost in the moment
Heart? mind? she owns it, I play in her hair
Massage her [...]
