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No Boundaries

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No Boundaries ~       BirthdayGirl

I see no signs
upon you
stating no trespassing.
I see no limit
with which I may
take your body to.
No caution markers
or road flares are set inside of you
unless I put them there,
pushing them into any hole
deep, deep, deep.
No lines confine me as
meander all over the
road
Bouncing to and fro.
You will never know where I’ll be,
for no laws direct me.
You live in my land
under my hand
but there are no borders,
no restrictions to how far you may travel.
Show me a map and I’ll throw it away.
I like surprises,
I like the hidden places
those secret spaces
that most people drive
right on by.
Show me yours
my adored
and I will show you a world
without boundaries.

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

I grin – A small poem

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I grin ~

 

I grin at danger or a challenge,

I grin at life when I know its trying to beat me down

just as I’m grinning at you now

as you lie naked on my bed.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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Light at Play – An Erotic Poem

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Light at Play ~

 

I see you hiding there in the sun.
As the light curves around your curvesOpaque
and continues on.
A lovely silhouette,
my little backlit babe.
I would ride the hell out of those hips
and I would not save the
rest for a rainy day.
Shine on, Shine on Mr. Sun…
Her body comes, a slow tortuous
meandering walk my way.
With a smile and a glint in the eye of clever intent.
She is soon
to cum in bed with me.
Let’s fuck and suck and tug and pull
penetrate, and resonant to each
other’s deviant rhythm.
The sun plays on you yet again in a
different context
as the angle of its rays change
throughout the hours that pass
there in that sexual playpen
that caress your soft silky skin.
You see the sun?
It wants to touch you as much as I.
Back off Mr. Sun
for she is mine and
mine alone.
Its my day to play.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Primal – A small poem

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She draws me in her with nature….pulling,  ever pulling…a primal pulsing…building, ever building within me. I must unleash it all on her because her own soul demands it ….she needs to be sated….fed and the wolf rises and races to her to feed also…

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A spanking ensues….my most risqué Erotic poem ever? Nope – Adult Content be warned

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A Spanking Ensues…

 

 A smirk, a flick of the hair, a defiant look with an akimbo stance.

Whether it’s a raised voice,

or a direction not followed correctly or in a timely

manner.

All these belligerent bratty overtures

directed my way

earn you a strike upon an ass

properly presented upon my command.

Test me.

Stinging slap soon to be followed by a loud

sweet smack.

Every incident, a blow up your ass cheeks,

every palm placed with ferocity

to put you in your place.

Your hips upon my knees, ass facing up at me, hard cock pressed against your stomach, for I relish this.

Pussy wet…

I can feel you drip…drip…drip

As the electrical lines of force

travel from hand to buttocks

to course into your core

soaking you from the inside out.

I smile to myself, arm poised high,

waiting….taunting…teasing,,,,escalating

the scene.

Because I know

in your soul

you need this, relish it.

as you embrace the familiar pain like a

a long lost friend.

And we are both content

 

 By Philip Wardlow

 

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A shot – A small Poem

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A Shot-

I took a double shot of her,

downed her in one gulp at the bar,

smooth tasting …

then I placed the shot glass gently down and walked away…

 

by Philip Wardlow

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Desire – by Meg Myers – A an eerie erotic music Video

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She scares me and I like it…..:)

 

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Landscapes of You

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Landscapes

Landscapes of You

As I rise at dawn

and look out upon this landscape

It’s got nothing on you babe.

The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb

In the morning light and the fertile valley

below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire

and have a weeny roast every night.

Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make

snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.

The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t

get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .

Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake and paddle

down to the waterfall where I hear it’s a gusher.

The field of you lays lush and fragrant with undulating

colors of flowering pink and red peonies swaying

enticingly before me as you gyrate those hips below,

stirring the four winds to blow

me away off this wind swept peak

that I cling to with barely a fingertip.

I’ve packed lots of rations, trail mix, water and

peanut butter cups to keep my energy up.

My hike is not over by far, because I’ve got many trails to cover.

I can’t leave any one spot untouched or ignored,

The beauty of this mysterious place I call

paradise must be explored.

The smell of clover and dandelions pervade my senses

as I drink your sweet scent in.

The nearness of you is nature in its most erotic essence

bottled in the pores of

your skin.

By Philip Wardlow

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Peek – A wee little Poem by Philip Wardlow

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Did you get a good peek?  She asked.

I got more than a peek, I say

Because I have quick eyes…

and I’m always looking your way

when you walk by.

by Philip Wardlow

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Blue Balls of Gentleman – A Poem…(did this happen to me? – I’m not telling)

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Blue Balls of a Gentleman

Never was a pain so great
as to leave a man almost
doubled over as he walked.

Such a foul wretch of a woman
she was; to taunt and to flaunt
her wares so, to sidle up alongside me,
yet hold back her ultimate
charms.

Never to help me find release
from the tension that she had
caused to exist far below.

True, I could have taken matters into my
own hands like any chaste man should have;
evacuate the cause of all my pent up
pressure and damn her back to the nine hells
where she surely belonged.

But I be not a man to take the easy course;
for I wished her to capitulate in the war
she had waged right outside my castle gate.

Cease this siege woman!

Acquiesce to the desires that I see burning
in your eyes and overcome your coolness
buried deep in your cold keep of a heart.

Grab hold of what you desperately
wish to conquer and I shall relinquish
myself to you with a flood of gratitude.

Perhaps dear lady you will grow
accustomed to my sweet taste.

By Philip Wardlow 2012