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Uncanny Thing a Dream

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Slumber comes for us all
and dreams accompany
with portents to perturb
or pleasures to unfurl
and enthrall

Desires beg to be consumed
just as fears wish to ruin 
the world inside, convincing us
our contentment is a mere
illusion.

A wrinkle of doubt forms a
shackle.
Guilt a weight to drag us deep deep into the ocean
But this ain't no cruise
Cuz we're paddling always paddling 
As we scramble for the cork
To plug that leak.
while the sun shines shines and
the storms creep creep.

by Philip Wardlow March 22nd, 2023
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Encounters with women

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As she  walked down the hall,  every up and down turn of her hips mesmerized me more than a  snake charmers dance with  a cobra…

She was  a petulant child trapped in  a woman’s body  with the insatiable  appetite of a sexual succubus, 

She  confessed her desires, let me have all of her, then used me up, cast me aside,  and then knocked on my door and asked for it again and I obliged her with a smile and let her in.

I would have come and danced with her in the rain but sometimes I liked to watch  from afar and get lost in the beauty exploding from her smile.

Neither one of her two sides were her but both together made her who she was.

Her  curves were  beautiful, from hip to lip, from breasts to almond eyes, She took delight in letting me help her with all her secret sins that her mind meandered to.

Even the want of  death is life because its a feeling. Hold on to life through that feeling and claw your way out of your loose soiled grave dear girl.

When ever she bent over or reached up for something upon a shelf, did she know how absolutely enticing her body  looked when she did  it?  I’m thinking she did…

Violence never solved anything but it sure did look sexy on her in that moment in bed…

When she leaned her  face first  against the wall  wearing that silk dress knowing I knew she was  not wearing anything beneath, the invitation was too much to bear.

She  was  a magnet to me the first time I laid eyes upon  her and she has  been every day since.

by Philip Wardlow June 1st, 2022

 

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My Curvy Goddess

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She can be full  of fun and frivolity
or a chaotic mixture
of intensity and crazy passion
all in one day.
She may travel a trail in the
dark dark woods
wanting to be pushed against the rough
bark of a tall tree
as the sun peeks
as  I give her a kiss on her pale freckled cheeks.
She’s exasperating as a girl can  be with
adventurous
ideas such as she.
But I wouldn’t trade her for the world though,
for my own world pales next to her
and all her lovely curves, from smile to almond eyes, to her hips divinely held in my hands, oh, and her heart, her heart, the loveliest  curves of all.

She is the softest of the softest, a  woman that needs to be touched, she is a bundle of wanting that compels me to please her, every day, every hour, every moment that transpires.

I don’t wish to let my curvy girl  down, to fail her, to not show her she is everything to me and more.

I adore her. I love her in so many little ways.

I want my curvy little Red always to adventure with, laugh with, & travel the many ways of this life for ever and always.

by Philip Wardlow  by  May 19th , 2021

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The Bite of You

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I think perhaps I delight in you,
simply because there is a bite in you
a something quite not right with you
In the many fluid ways of you.

You draw me in with all kinds of sin,
but this poor delicate body can only
take so much abuse,
the fear is the itch that I scratch,
as it beckons
I answer, I bleed and bruise
my soul and mind continually
playing the fool of a tool
where your ways rule
ever move
of the day when we play
in decadent forays
of searing sensual
delights.

I meander down a shadowed road
upheaved, trees overturned and strewn about in my way, as a soft bird calls in the distance, beckoning me away.
It’s always the destructive, mingled with the mundane with you.
Drawn to mischief as the moth’s ass
is to a searing flame.
Who’s to blame in this story of us then?

Which of us needs to be grabbed and shaken, to fucking change
to learn to love “properly” in the mind
as the hand still explores the pain.

People are never simple.
All crying onions. Layer upon layer.
Until Time is forgotten.

By Philip Wardlow Dec 2020

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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

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EVIL NIPPLE READ  BY ME

 

 

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Knowing you

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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

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Love, Lust, In, Out, and the Actual

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Speak to me of love?
What do you know of love?

Did it grip you tightly?
Did it have you enthralled?
Did you chase it like a little
kitten chases a ball of yarn
tumbling down a long
flight of stairs never quite
catching up
until it all unravels.
What does a kitten mean to a piece of
yarn anyways?
I will tell you,
absolutely nothing at all.
If you truly wish to know the
secrets of the heart
let’s speak of lust,
love’s lost cousin.
A bewildered child of
aches and unknown needs,
a meandering fool of the flesh
thinking the reality of a moment of
soft penetrating touches
done in the dark
is all their is to
being complete.
But those sweet treats
are only ever
half the nourishment
the soul needs.
I will tell you this,
Love starts as a delicate touch
followed by a delicate word,
followed by a delicate intention,
followed by a delicate action
Over, and over, and over
a cycle never ending
never wanting to end.
Because the feeling
is too sweet,
sweeter than the sweetest
candy
and infinitely more filling
to the ache that sits
inside you.

by Philip Wardlow 2019

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Nocturnal Submissions

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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

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Red in Repose

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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

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Hey Daddy by Usher

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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