He’s been at it again…PrisonTeacher left this in the comments for me.  I had to move it up front, of course, cause it’s good…and it’s about my ass!

I open a blog and what do I see?
E.’s beautiful rear arched in see-through frilly.
A spaghetti string top, and opened in back
Should a guy or a gal want “be-hinded” attack.
The question on my mind–it burns like a fire–
Will Silver’s rear end draw one-half E.’s desire?

Thanks, PT!  I love being adored by my fans   So Silver, I think you shuold put the corset shots up now, baby!

I’ve been reminded of my past a lot recently and thought I’d post a couple of poems I wrote about 16 years ago for an old friend.   The formatting is giving me a headache so I give up!!

Our Days Under the summer moon Cauli unites us, The bittersweet ecstasy, The reeling pleasure, The happiness In defiance. . . You at my hand Only this moment The utter emotion, The frenzied passion The inflamed eyes Of lovers. . . Our days and hot nights The cigarette kisses The lingering kisses The urgent kisses Our kisses. . .

Cum stains in my panties Marijuana on my breath Stars in my eyes, My dazed, bloodshot eyes. An altered reality Heightened reality More advanced knowledge. Are you God yet? Desires of the flesh Amazed and overthrown Cosmic copulation; Beyond lust On to the spiritual orgasm Are you higher than God yet? How much can we smoke Until we worship ourselves? My world today— Cum stains in my panties Marijuana on my breath, Reminders of my ecstasy Where’s my Phish CD?

There is no drug Like you. . . No high higher than Feeling your smile. The world of LSD Pales in comparison To our world. Sex on XTC Could never be like ours. Cocaine is small change To how I feel When you fall into bed with me. Being stoned is sadness Measured against the happiness Of ecstasy with you. More dangerous that crack, You hold me hanging By a thin string Addicted to you I ride the high, Until I come down

Inspired by another blogging friend..this is for you, you know who you are…

 

 

Swaying with the music, our bodies touch and I pull you closer. My hands on your hips, softly exploring the curves of your body, I urge you closer to me. Our bodies touch. I run my hands along your back and gently slide them down to explore the delicate motion of your back side. As I explore your curves, I pull you into me and a small sigh escapes your mouth and I know that it is time. Gazing into your eyes I can see a longing, a desire as hot as fire that only I can quench. You pull me toward the bed, calmly urging me to go on. You sit on the edge of the bed, covered with soft pillows and the glow from the burning candles dances across your face. You smile at me and I know what you want. I lean down to kiss you and as our lips meet I can feel your body begin to shake. I slide my hands along your arms towards your middle, using them as pathways to your shirt. Lifting it slowly over your head, I remove it with anticipation of the treasure waiting to be explored underneath. Your breasts are firm yet soft, your nipples rising in anticipation of my touch. I run my finger tips along the lace of your bra, moving them teasingly around your breast. You lean your head back, enjoying each touch and each motion of my hands, inviting me for more. Releasing the hook in the back with my roaming hands, it falls to the floor, revealing your soft and supple breasts. My hands are surrounding them now, gently motioning around and teasing you with feather soft touches. I kiss your neck and begin the downward journey towards your awaiting breasts. Each kiss brings my lips closer to them and your body responds with a shiver. I approach them with my lips and you hold your breath, awaiting that moment when my mouth touches your breasts. I wait no longer, my kisses shy at first, circling the outside of your desire and spiraling inward with increasing passion. I tickle your nipples with my tongue, making them stand erect with passion. Your excitement is growing and you want more….

You pull me to the bed and your shyness begins to break away. You remove my shirt and begin your own exploration of my body. Slow at first and then more sure of yourself, you begin to share in the touching and pleasure. My body shakes with desire for you, tingling, parts of me coming alive with anticipation. Your hands are touching my breasts now, still tentative and curious but growing more sure with each pass. I lay you back and begin a trail downward with kisses. Starting with your neck, I begin to plant kisses upon your skin, leaving no part of your body untouched. My touch and kisses find themselves nearing your waist and your heart beats faster as I begin to touch you in the places you desire most, fixing on your buttons, I undress you more. Moving into the bed more, we find ourselves exploring each other with touches and kisses, enjoying each movement and touch.

My desire is building and I want to feel more. I am venturing now to kiss you in that place where passion builds, where ecstasy peeks…. You are willing and roll your hips to meet my kisses. Placing them gently upon your skin, my kisses are burning deeper and passing ever so close to you. I can feel you moving to meet my touch, begging with your body for more. I am exploring it now, my tongue and kisses reaching into you. Your fire is burning, hips rising to meet each motion. Your body responds and begins to spill its juices of desire and pleasure. I am caressing you there, my fingers teasing and tempting. They caress the folds of your womanhood and gently enter you, dodging in and out, tempting you to the edges of desire. Your body is awakening fully and your touch is no longer tentative. You are entering passions door and exploring my body as we move together. I am looking for a sign, a look from you that says you want me, you want me to enter you, to join together in this place. In your rising breath and moving body, I see the call. You whisper the words I’ve longed to hear..”Make love to me” and I do. Holding you close I guide it into you and we begin to move. Like the motion of the tide, our bodies flow,slowly at first and building as we go. With each stroke your body rises to meet mine, your desire opening and reaching like a hungry flame searching for air. Our bodies rise and fall, skin on fire with pleasure. Your moans of pleasure grow as you are reaching your peak, my movements faster in tandem with the rush of your breathing. Closer and closer we go, faster is the rise and fall. Your pleasure peeks and you hold your breath in hopes of holding that feeling for a few more seconds. Your body is quivering, your moans and sighs a discovery of unchartered territories. At the peek of ecstacy, I give a final thrust and hold it, offering you a few more moments of pleasure. With a sweeping breath, you release all of the passion in a final exit.

The story of El Punto G inspired me to write this poem, hope you enjoy it!

Elusive and ornery she lies at the edge of desire
Waiting for the right person to set her lake on fire.
The mystery opens if you hold the key;
Utter the secret words and prepare for the jubilee!

El Punto G guards the sacred enigma,
Despite her overrated stigma.
She awaits the secret handshake, patiently smiling
Curled in her corner most certainly beguiling.

Roughly take her by the hand
Massage just so, you understand.
Pleasure will overtake the macrocosmic mother
And she will forsake you for no other.

Streams of juice fall like rain
That quenches the drought and calms the pain.
Like a spell or a rain dance,
The pleasure flows, leaving her in trance.

Oh, the sacred river flows
Like an ancient mystic hose.
Find the spot that makes her howl,
Just don’t forget to put down a towel.