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Let me rap on my girl who’s like None Other


I gotta tell you guys
something,
there’s this girl I got married
to…a redhead
just October last.
A little sexiness
wrapped all up
in spontaneous fun
like a toy gun
that you don’t
know when its about to go off
BOOM!
Getting me all undone,
my god she’s been the one
since the beginning
of the meet up
Eyes dark and delicious,
kind and genuine.
Extraordinaria
That’s Spanish for extraordinary,
now I lavish her with the
extra ordinary
whenever we go out
Cuz, she started as my Princess
and I made her my Queen
And she know who the King be,
especially in bed,
where she can just Be
with me, as she let’s
me take the lead
sending her to a little slice of
heaven.
Empathically deep
Evolved intentionally
beyond the word weak
that life
tried to pin to
her early.
She grew and she climbed
always seeking
the sublime
She bled and she wept
she endured
She flew beyond the
bonds of other’s
dead expectations
and found her
own song to sing.
I knew she was a
woman I could I fall in
love with,
was my final thought
After
she walked out the door
of our first meetup.
with me wearing, I’m sure
a boyishly sad grin,
wondering if I would ever
see her again

by Philip Wardlow October 2020

You Evil Nipples *Graphic Content Warning


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It’s a devious thing..this thing called the nipple…

Why does it point at me so, setting
as a bullseye to wanting,

To suck, pull, twist, lick, and kiss

What an evil, devilish fiend of a form which sets upon your already beautiful breasts that always
beckon the darkness in me.

Torturing you is easy when you point those things at my way with a ready smile,
Hands itch as I lick my lips wanting to take a nip on a nipple
with ready teeth.

I can’t control my actions
when I’m in close,
Fingers deep
Pulsing passions push me
to take those evil nipples and show
them a thing or two about playing
in pain.

I can’t help getting rock hard
when I have you well in hand

Twisting, pulling, and pinching

Blame your evil nipples for what I do to you,
for being fool enough to tempt a sadist like me

 

By Philip Wardlow April, 2020

Knowing you


Strange, what a first meeting
is between two
future lovers.
Primal,
at it’s inception
Eyes wide with that
of
the big bad wolf
looking upon
Miss Riding Hood
while all the while
Red is looking over her
shoulder with the same
intensity
The same thirst to dry
up a thousand oceans.
No matter how instant
of a glance, it was there
in both of them,
each knowing
the other
in that captured
moment.
One secret not hidden
amongst all the rest
not known.
Hopefully more to
be divulged
as the knowing
between them
goes
on and on
throughout
the night.

by Philip Wardlow 2019

Tying you up


Never,
was I great at tying knots in the Boy Scouts;
Square Knot
Clove Hitch
Bowline
Sheet Bend
Two Half-Hitches
and the Taunt Line-Hitch.
They all ran together
and daunted my clumsy fingers,
yet I persisted and received my badge

A year later
I was not in Boy Scouts
and I had no use for knots
So I soundly forgot everyone of them
All that knowledge had leaked from my brain
wiped clean memory as if it had
never been.
I even sucked at tying my shoes.

Fast forward, thirty years later
I took up knot tying again for other reasons
less academic
and most assuredly extracurricular.
Your earnest eyes came seeking it, calling for it
needing it.
I answered your compulsions
as they mirrored my own,
proudly perverse in spirit.

I am still clumsy, still fumbling,
but my passion for you will carry
me through to mastery one day,
for a sureness of hand
along with a clever
deftness of skill
to intertwine your body,
quench your desires,
and a satiate soul seeking
to be tied to me and by me
forever.

by Philip Wardlow 2019

Nocturnal Submissions


 

Delicate ivory lace
caress
soft curves
as ripples of silk
envelope
a yearning body
seeking
sustenance by a strong hand
taking her
in a wanting night.

Giving over to him
she flies to the other
place,
that azure blue
space
of soul
cleansing
euphoria.
sprinkled with
non-stop explosions
of magenta and scarlet.

This is her forever home
in his arms
in his heart
in his desires
forever
more.

by Philip Wardlow

Red in Repose


Marvelous images come to play
as I think on her in repose
delicate in tone, soft in the silence
of a shiftless day.

Anticipation at the potential
of where the scene may wander
fingertips upon bare skin,
exactly where they go inconsequential.

Rarely ever has a woman drawn me so,
this compulsion, this mad desire
to push down, open up and own
to ravage, losing all self control.

Incognito and veiled in nature,
angel eyes with the devil behind them,
Hands out imploringly
pushing away at the same time reaching.

Always I oblige her wanton needs
Fair skin, fair no more,
as hues of vibrant pink come to settle
showcasing my forceful violent deeds.

Red plays the game well,
known needs in hand
Her body building, mind reeling
as her broiling core begins to swell.

Overjoyed she is, too weeping,
sweet deathly spasms taking,
nails raking, her body shaking,
now all she seeks is to be sleeping.

Sorry my dear, your times not quite up
for I’m all  fire and fury
Hands roaming, lips tasting,
penetrating, with great intent to erupt

Easing back, I now tease
inch by slow inch, I either
advance or retreat
I own this body now completely.

Taunting curves upon curves
whether with a jest of a twist
a nip, or a bite, she knows
the rules must be served.

Tantalizing terrible is my attention,
for her nature darkly beckons
She exalts at her body being at my disposal
A mere toy to be used with conviction.

Open is her love for me,
expansive as an undulating ocean
I rise and I fall with her
Finally finding my own place of peace.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

Hey Daddy by Usher


Hey Daddy

I just wanna get your attention
I really wanna be all up in your head
Cause when I got you’re gonna wanna get some yeah
But girl that’s only if you ain’t scared
And I won’t knock or ring no bells
You just poke that bottom up in the air
I’ll get you hot, I know you oh so well
And when I’m walk in, all that I wanna hear
Is you say Daddy’s home, Daddy’s home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this loving all your day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
And it’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
I ain’t gotta do a lot of flexin’
Shorty you already know what it is
And girl tonight we’re gonna do a lot of sexin’
Can’t nobody do your body like this oh
I won’t knock or ring no bells
You just float that bottom up in the air
Said I’ll get you hot, I know you oh so well
and when I walk in all that I wanna hear
Is you say Daddy’s home, home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this lovin’ all day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
It’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy (daddy know what you like)
Hey hey hey daddy
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
Poke it on out poke it out right there
I’m a fall back while you work that chair
Do that damn thing let the neighbors hear
Poke it on out poke it out right there
I’m a fall back let you work that chair
Do that damn thing all I wanna hear
Is you say Daddy’s home, home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this lovin’ all day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
It’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
Daddy’s home, home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this love in your day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
It’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy (call me daddy babe)
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
Hey daddy know what you like yeah

By Lyrics by Usher

She’s a Beauty


She’s a Beauty,
well of course she is,
that’s never been in doubt,
that red haired flaming fireball
of a woman
burned her initials into my
heart awhile ago,
Searing her mark way down
deep into
my soul.

She’s a Beauty,
sweet as can be.
a saucy strawberry in a bowl
of vanilla ice cream, a
a cool sugary lemonade on a hot
summers day.

She’s a Beauty,
mythic and magical
and lovely as Aphrodite, and
inviting as the Mona Lisa
in her playful smile when
she sees me
walk her way.

She’s a Beauty,
my best friend
to the end
my pal, my buddy, my companion
my lover, my go to confidant
for intimacy is the definition of us

And that Beauty is soon to be my lovely
wife.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

My Red


She often asks when I first knew I loved her.

I smile, because I know how she likes
to turn back to a memory of our love
from either just yesterday
or the very first day.

I tell her a different answer in a different way every time
for I find I discover myself and us in the asking.

There were a myriad of moments where
I fell in love (and still do) with her
and they always feel like the first time.

Kissing her passionately in a strong embrace.
Feeling the rhythm of her body as we dance
across the floor.
All her sweet affections for me in
caring about my well being.

Holding her tight why she cried in my arms
and then watching her sleep peacefully in them.

Delving the myriad of wonderful funny avenues her
mind takes in conversations over dinner.

Feeling special like no one else could when
she looks at me drinking me in, not wanting to
forget that scene of our lives and her filing it away
for future reflection.

It’s taking her to bed, and her trust me in the
taking of her, and sharing of all those intimate
precious secrets between just the two of us.

I knew I loved I her when she told me to just let
go and fall into what I was feeling and I didn’t
realize until that very moment I was allowed that
in my head and wanted it so badly to feel it
with her.

The moment when every minute, and hour and week
was filled with her in my head, and I didn’t want
to lose that feeling…it was everything.

My Red, I loved you from the start
whether I knew it or not.
I did.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Finding her Hue


Hair a fire
cascades,
burning down to shoulders
bare.

Coy smile
seemingly innocent
but decadent
in desires running deep

I let her play the
victim to my victories
in her game
of dalliance.

Her mind is sharp,
keen is the blade
that is her tongue
which flicks
cutting through
my resolve.

Wickedly wonderful in her
need with a phrase or
two
at the sins she wishes
met upon her in bed

Angel eyes
wrapped in dark devil may care,
dare invitation.

And I dare…

Sweet pomegranate
Lips burst,
feeding my own, as my
lips stalk her body
slyly.

White alabaster
skin kissed with
the softness
of an innocent
doe, ache for my caress.

Voluptuous, sumptuous
hips play a rhythm
as my hands roam
to and fro.
Her beneath me
as I have now slipped
within.

And her world falls
away to that
secret place
only she knows

But I have a hint
of where she
goes.
In the way she curls
her toes.
When I cause
her world to flip
and transpose
to explode
in a vibrant
violent
calming
blue
fading
fading
dissolving
gradually into
all the hues
that ever were
of the color
blue.

Philip Wardlow 2018