****** I Want You With Three Mouths by Linda Marie Van Tassell ******
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I Want You With Three Mouths

~Purely for Pleasure~

Upon the bed we are inclined;
and in each other, pleasure find.
You hold me tight in your embrace,
sweet kisses falling upon my face.
I need not say who is the best.
You have won, there is no contest.

Your teasing touches, highly skilled,
liquefy me and I quickly yield.
I love your hardness, your rigid piece;
and as your heat and fire increase,
I find this the sweetest sport in life.
I am ever-glad to be your wife.

Around your neck, you drape each thigh;
and looking me deeply in the eye,
you search to see what I require
(if I hold that same spark of fire).
You slip inside me and softly moan
and take the love that is your own.

Your kisses claim a thousand charms.
I softly sigh within your arms.
I moan and twist and call your name.
Your tongue is hotter than a flame.
I cannot stop it nor hold the sound,
screams that make the heart confound.

Beneath your body, I am laid,
my heart and soul have been displayed.
You suck my breasts, I want to cry,
this fire so hot that I could die.
I cry in wonder and delight;
for, love has made us one tonight.

When I think it can be no more sweet,
you kiss and lick my dainty feet.
You suck my toes until I am lost.
I am yours no matter what the cost.
Passion has turned you into a hungry beast,
and my body is yours upon which to feast.

Your hardness is entering, gently at first;
and it is then, I start to burst.
God! I beg you, love me for life.
Do this every night to your wife.
You push in deeper, faster, Wow!
Oh my God! I'm coming now!

Waking, aching, in love refined,
having feasted ourselves on sex divined,
I want you again, your hardening device.
I need it again; not once, but twice.
Make love to me again, dip into me.
Let my sweet lips set you free.

I know that my poems are a poor way to sing;
but you are a pirate, a prince, a king.
Your lips and your body such pleasure gives.
My lips and my body, the better lives.
God bless you, your love, your mighty fire.
You burn me with touches of potent desire.

You are the sweetest forbidden fruit.
We come together as one and convolute.
You enter within me, stretching me tight,
and take the center of love's delight.
O! My sweet love! I don't want you to stop;
but I would like to get up on top.

I climb to the peaks of heavenly spires,
riding the crest of hot desires.
You pierce my soul, you take my heart.
I do not want our bodies to part.
I ride till sundown, relentlessly grinding.
Your hands upon each breast are binding.

Your hunger and mine at last fulfilled.
Night is weary, exhausted, and stilled.
Time ticks away on the face of the clock
as my tongue entices the tip of your cock.
But you are a good boy, jumping for joy,
turning me over to self employ.

You call my name again and again,
pulling it out then pushing it in.
You are tireless, hands on my shoulders,
turning my fire into embers and smolders.
You explode within me, then disappear.
It's purely for pleasure that we are here.


~The Rose~

Come to the ingress
of the valley of my thighs;
begin to undress
with the marvel of your eyes.

Spread open my knees
and delight in the smell;
a rose in the breeze
of your magical spell.

Know each petal unfolding inside,
each thought of rapture I embrace.
Come to me softly and gently glide
within me and look at my face.

See the rose of my lips fold for you
in the deepness of a sigh.
Taste me and touch me and hold me too.
Give me wings so I can fly.

Let me hold you and show you how
to pleasure me in many ways.
I need to be touched by you now.
See the heaven the rose displays.

Touch the petals of this hopeful rose.
Taste her dripping dew.
Pluck it and hold it against your nose -
this rose just for you.

A rose unfolds in the breath of night
beneath the light of the silvern moon.
Take me with you on your wings of flight
and let passion dismount in a swoon.

This rose a cordon, a solemn vow,
token of love for you.
It's a bond, a pact to show you how
I love you through and through.

This rose longs to be with you,
arising of a life of love.
Taste its skin, its tender hue,
ascending to the skies above.

Do not deny the pleasure tonight,
feeling you caress my skin.
Please forgive me if I hold too tight
a love which has never been.


~Rock and Shadow~

I responded to the tracery
of his mystic touch.
His fingers like a song,
sweltering upon my skin.
Desire flowered into breasts
beneath his hands,
and I arched my back
for him to take them.
My cream-colored chemise,
slim with delicate fluidity,
shifted under his fingers
and fell away from my shoulders.
I gasped in homage
as the sun poured forth
from his enchanting lips
and warmed my skin
with a kiss.
He was like a demon
challenging me,
alluring me beyond reason.
Deliriously lulled by him,
I sank against the rock
of his body and sighed.
He kissed my face,
smiling somewhat,
as though I were conquered.
In the rock's shadow,
I lost my last necessity -
my will to depart from him.
The struggle to resist
melted and we became sky.
Our bodies moistened with sweat
were dried by the summer heat.
He held the contours of my breasts
in his hands, gently taking each one
into the sweet suction of his lips.
I was undeniably overflowing
with desire for him.
I found the dark of my soul
altered by his light
when he embraced me.
Hunger burst forth within me,
and I cling to him for mercy.
A wild passion overcame me,
more fierce than his for me;
and I cried my love to him
and kissed him at length
as though to devour him
until he could not breathe.
I forgot all of my fears
and knew nothing but his flesh.
I savored him.
The dusked air of the room
whirled around us in silence.
He lay me upon my back
and thrust into the depths of me.
The silence became a sound
as the pain bolted through me
like a lightning rod.
I screamed out in thunder
as silver stars were born
in the galaxy between my thighs.
Warmth spread through me,
and the fingers of sensation
seemed to brush me everywhere.
His hands were upon me, in me, on me.
A fire flamed within me,
my body becoming a torch.
The blaze leapt from my body to his.
The timber of our bodies burned.
I knew that love was enough
when he removed himself from me,
and I suddenly felt empty.
The rock and the shadow a single being.


~Now and Then~

Here alone, my body sits,
aching and burning for you.
My hungry mind never forgets
the things you make me do.

You tell me please to understand
and leave my thoughts behind.
You teach me how to use my hand
as you make love to my mind.

I giggle so much because of doubt,
feeling bashful in my lust.
My finger sliding in and out
as though your heated thrust.

You make love most luxuriously,
listening not to my beseeching.
"What's my name?" you ask curiously,
my hips rising and reaching.

I swear you hold the rarest art.
You are an angel among men.
Lust consumes my little heart
as I think of this now and then.


~A Wet Fortress~

It is midnight, and I am lost in a dream
of wet walls of flesh and a lustful cry.
I drift in the shadows, my skin so pale;
and he doesn't notice as I walk by.

I can see him turning her body around,
wearing nothing, her skin glistening with dew.
Her mouth is gagged and her arms are bound.
Her eyes are crying, so vivid, so blue.

He ravishes her body against her will;
and yet, I know she desires him too.
Her hands of white are unable to fight
but her flesh does not argue.

The red silk scarf encircles her wrists,
and her body trembles beneath his lust.
He moans of his passion, his breath so hot,
his pelvis a rebel of quickening thrust.

I stand back breathless, unable to move.
My eyes are lost in this perilous stare.
What should I do if he turns to see me?
I mustn't breathe, I do not dare.

I know not whether it is false or true,
this captivity is just for show.
Her crimson lips smile as he releases her,
as he drinks of her body's burning flow.

I stand in the shadows of midnight skies,
my body aching to embrace his heat;
and I feel myself dripping onto my hand
a nectar of gods, so moist and sweet.


~The Ruler~

I swear I cannot touch it -
the ruler on my keyboard;
for when I look upon it,
I think of you. O my Lord!

The measurements are precise,
this Westcott ruler rod.
I think it should be nice;
and yet too much. O my God!

Let's not forget the spread
that makes the rosy tip,
the distance of the head
to touch upon my lip.

Your throbbing, pulsing pole,
reminds me of my ruler;
and yearns the sleeping hole
for a shower to make her cooler.

I swear 'twould be a shock
if ever my pencil drew
the measurement of cock
as it belongs to you.

For I would dwell upon it,
become obsessed and lust;
and long to slide upon it,
to feel its heated thrust.

My body is all aflame.
Ah! If it were true.
If my ruler with the same
measurement of you.


~Be My God~

I want to know God,
want to know if you'd punish me when I sin.
I want to feel God,
deep inside of me,
until I scream a thousand "Hail Mary's."

I want to know God,
and I think he looks like you.
Deep, penetrating eyes
that pierce my very soul,
crucifying me with electric stares
until I burn in the hells of desire.

I want to know God,
your image burned upon my flesh.
The punishment of your tongue
causing me to suffer endlessly
until I writhe in uninhibited hunger;
and my hands become your hands,
stimulating me eternally, exquisite pain,
because there is no forgiveness for my sins.

I want to know God,
want to know why I belong to you;
and why this cross around my neck
chains me to you and makes you mine.
I want to know God,
on my back and on my knees,
want to know if I can serve or please,
or both, with this heaven between my thighs.

I want to know God,
but I think I already do
because I have seen him before
and he looks just like you.


~Bring Me To My Knees~

So sweet the moments of erotic kisses,
touches, caresses, and impassioned blisses.
Your touch a fire that is beyond my control.
I am torched completely in my heart and soul.

Rough hands on my body in a frenzied state,
with all the passion of love and none of hate.
Your lips upon mine stealing my breath away,
swept in the tides of love and feverish play.

I am bound to your body, struggling for air,
lost in sweet pleasure as you pull on my hair.
Your mouth to my neck, little love-bites to skin.
Unspeakable emotions fill me within.

My heart is beseeching and begging you please
as you bid me turn over onto my knees.
Long, chestnut hair falls in ringlets down my back
as I brace myself for your heated attack.

You poise your head at my body's sweet center.
I can feel each inch of you as you enter.
I moan in delight, in ecstasy I shout,
as you slowly move back and forth, in and out.

This is heaven on earth, all that I desire.
The sheets are all rumpled, my body on fire.
I can feel you tensing as you grab my hair.
I am lost in the moment, without a care.

Cries to the night ascend to heaven above.
God! You are all things to me, and I'm in love.
Sweet sighs of splendor as you fall onto me,
and we collapse to the bed in ecstasy.

If ever a love could be deemed as divine,
it is the way that your heart makes love to mine.
Sweeter than honey and mocha melting cream,
you are all things to me, my love in a dream.

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