The Erotic Typist

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 04:25:45 -0400

Random Drops.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 04:22:16 -0400

Sweet rain drips down my lenient thighs, I walk with my redness and blushing face toward the one I love, his love my music for my soul. Satisfaction for a craving heart and beautiful face, I love him, I will never forget him, the love he keeps for me like a bite of the sweetest pastry under this warm rain, I dont feel cold, I feel comfortable my bliss erupts within my sensitivity. Inspiration my strongest flaw as I seek its advise, it personify,s itself into an experienced lover with his heart on his sleeve, telling me to run in the air that offers you its freshest breath. As I leap he follows me into my heaven he carries my heart like a baby. Im on a soft cloud and love gives its regards to me.

Billie Holiday - "iÂ´ll be seeing you"

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 11:16:32 -0400

Billie Holiday - "iÂ´ll be seeing you"

Skinny love.

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 11:14:48 -0400

My sorrows grace me with a lost love as I see the Strings letting go of my heart which once belonged to his.I weep to feel better but my soul is crashing,my lust is my memory and my love embraced it. The devil with a charming smile sits across me, an egoistic love I like to call it. With hatred,making love gets hard as the mind relates to the sex aggressively and stripping blues the heart plays no role of establishment or content. He comes close to me and looks me in the eye, I’m nervous and curious at the same time as he pushes me on to the bed with his loving frustrations, I look forward to the strength as he penetrates his lust into me, aggressive sex has a different love almost like a fetish toward Society’s vultures, as I get the whips with the spanks I start to enjoy the occasional tingles and wet drops, he touches me all over I can feel his warmth growing through his fingertips, as I wrap him around my cold thighs and I cuddle with his mind as the night sleeps and vampires wake. Love falls down my stairway, my heaven stays dim under a starless sky, I’m old as my breaking bridge, I look for my loosing lust as I tell him all my secrets asking him to keep them safe. “When was the last time you lived fulfilled by him? Remember your first time.” I said to myself as my dreams were all the images of him left in my memory, making love I knew was temporary.

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Wed, 17 Apr 2013 06:33:03 -0400

My Lust.

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 06:29:00 -0400

A warm day, the heat stayed generous with its presence inside me, as I sit on a tall stool and look over the bar, I see a beautiful man with strong eyes. I lean over and kiss his cheek , I want to feel his skin, the slight stubble and memorable scent. He looked deep into me, after all my efforts he made my knees weak. Strong features I see as I lust for his touch to know what lie’s beneath, he thought me to be a bit forward and liked it, listening ears and undying stares I saw his want for me. What happened next is poetry - skin touching as legs spread open, with the heat sweat drips as breasts rub against chests so strong and wide. Blissful thoughts as liquids flow from one soul to another no fears but pure sex a kinky touch for the pitching wood and lustful locks, defining rhythms and sadistic patterns we turn around for a bottom so round, orgasmic blues as new memories are being formed for the mind to imagine and body to be satisfied. When I imagine my lust the smell of his sex keeps me going, oozy textures and a lit cigarette to keep me wet. I put my heals on and walk away as his beauty is the only memory I take. Don’t mind me Im temporary, my want and search only stays within the boundaries of lust as I walk ahead self consumed and satisfied.

vALENTINE Divine

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 12:58:16 -0500

Stipulated time for the love Gods as they spread their wings to journey down toward the mortal world of no belief and robotic gestures. A personal touch like a drop of LSD to trip out the common knowledge of love and the possibilities of its potential as one air,one land,one water,one kind. A day like today preserved only for the purpose of love and connected ideals from soul to soul,heart to heart. No logic only imagination to take us ahead and may be see whats beyond as mountains bow and sea’s spread for only one purpose, for human kind to feed on and self consume into the illusion of love’s message and distraction. Be aware as love is everywhere to communicate its dissatisfaction as I personify its existence human is what I feel as I make it exist in love’s fields. Love is the only reality we can access at all times.

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Sat, 26 Jan 2013 10:22:19 -0500

My Love For Him.

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 10:21:00 -0500

I love him, he lives in the space I hold sacred within my heart and undying soul. His soul, a smiling soul and kind heart hidden under beards of sorrow and a cold sheild, I warm his palms as he feels the heat, My love for him calms the idea of him in my mind. As I carry his pride within my arms. I protect his mind from what I see evil. His blinded eyes refuse my will to bleed his soul of all he holds ill, I promise him my faith as I absorb his existense to feel him within me. I pray the day come’s as I write this to him that he remembers my warmth, the light from within. I love him. Bisus.

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Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:25:43 -0500

The End of Erotica as I Knew it.

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:19:17 -0500

Love blooms as the soul discovers its physical fears and search for the light. Impressionable yet sorrowfull as we follow the grounds of lust and bleed the misery of our compassion. Inevitable change, a metamorphosis of the mind, as it seeks its bliss in quantities so divine. Strength is the border of our love, as we survive our passion will arise, The universe will seed it’s truth into our minds, always love as its the only reality we will abide.

Thank you readers for your passion, I enjoyed writing as you enjoyed reading. Ciao.

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Sat, 06 Oct 2012 19:25:40 -0400

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Sat, 06 Oct 2012 19:22:31 -0400

FOR MY EYE'S ONLY

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 18:01:43 -0400

She fears my soul, I love her to every length of my existence, I see her in all the good my heart stored for my bliss and conceived happiness. She treads in my dreams of paradise and lustful sands. Why does she fear my mind? How can I bribe her heart to love me despite her stubborn fears?. As she sits close to my body I feel her warmth and sly love. No words to say as her expressions have no wordy description. My silence is to allow her thoughts and beautiful mind decide her version of freedom and facing fears. As I loose myself in her sea of graceful existence, I admire the florescent, the light within her soul and gorgeous eye’s, as I see her face in my mind and by my side, I know she’s mine, even through her scared imagination I know she keeps me in her heart. I protect her and live of her sounds, I know her movements around our home. My woman love’s a beast, her innocent eye’s are always a witness to my evil. I try to be kind but disparity follows my mind to angry waves of dissatisfaction and unsettling sleep. My awareness has room only for her love and my lust as she walks behind me in my dark holes, she is a reflection of my core and her fears are the layers to caution her soul. I love her more as I crave her more. This beauty is for my eye’s only.

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Thu, 04 Oct 2012 18:21:08 -0400

KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU.

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 18:17:42 -0400

Love songs and red coloured ribbon’s for you my love, your candy heart taste’s so good for my soul. You give me my bliss as my eye’s awake to a better tomorrow with orange skies and memories of me as a child. I love’d you the time I saw you, your eye’s fit perfectly in my sight, as I kept looking at your beauty, you followed my vision to see where I was going. Inevitable happiness and my lusting soul for your freshness and soft skin. Stay around my heart love as I want to alway’s keep you, love you, cherish your magical being, worship your creator as he created for me, this pure soul of white light and so much hope. All that come’s toward you is love from my earth and it’s people. As you flower I get to see your metamorphosis in your bud as your juice’s grow its scent derived from your beautiful self, I see the strength of your lust and loving heart. All I wished for is you, all I want to know is you. My passion for you floors me, as I move into this room of disco lights and amazing love. I accept your naive as it makes your vulnerability more tempting for me to protect. Know that I will always stand by your wrong’s as I see you make them right in your beautiful mind and for yourself. You are my truth, know that I will always be your man, the strong pole with a strong hold and keen eye always for you and your heart. I belong to your beauty. As you go your way and I go mine, call on me if you ever want to hear my voice warm your soul on your winter day, I know you don’t care but I love you always just the same. Your my queen on my throne of lust and undying love for you, even as you use my mind to seed your lust. Know that I love you.

ALWAYS ON MY MIND.

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 12:36:51 -0400

I still dwell within the ruins of love, scattered blood red fragments of representation and holy flaws, I await the graceful face of a lady with a smile like a child’s. Her innocence bleeds my thresh hold of lust and an idea to possess the heart and savour the soul. Don’t fear my treading as I tread carefully within your dreams of a tomorrow land with giggles, stars and a moon that shine’s for your purity as it reflects your soul’s beauty. My lust for you is apparent but my love for you is the difference. As I consume her beauty and soft skin, my lady like a lady is always on my mind. Bisus .

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Fri, 28 Sep 2012 08:03:40 -0400

JUST READ.

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 08:02:14 -0400

Black clouds and frustration, storm’s of lust and wanting love, no touch no kiss, only frown’s of tolerance and will of grace. Respectful pretence of unloving hearts. Sad eyes for a beautiful mind. No fruit for the soul. Cold showers and thought filled lust dreaming of a tomorrow with light and character. Passing time as space stays still in its starry mood and dark skies. Humanity deprived as ideas conceive of bad air and no light, the eyes search for darkness. No pretty lights only thoughtless mind’s. Hell’s breeding its sanity as the angels sleep. Evil brews the bean of faith for the faithful kind to seed their mind. Ideas of what could be in depths of sand and castle’s made of dry leaves to protect from the rain and burn with the sun . The elements are in their passing phase as the winds caution the sensitive to carry on all that will be left behind. God sits on his fancy throne of nothing a human eye can see. As the idea of him evolves into a world of being and occupying ideals. Evil is what he be. Its the fool that shows the way to paradise, our world is a consuming illusion with much yet to see.

THE LOVE HOUSE.

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 07:55:54 -0400

I live in a house of love but the absence Of it in spurts, a bit of lust and pitching wood just to satisfy the emotional want of a caring soul with a kind mind and selfless thoughts toward the love that belongs to him. The idea of a detached world and its people with the suppression of love and no knowledge of its powerful energy like overflowing clouds and colourful winds. This house talks in rhythm with its waves of loving sounds and warm water blankets. Love will come to me as I keep loving, the faith of a higher existence would make the sheep follow love as it laments the heart’s dissatisfaction and the mind’s meek side. There is no chase to this ride, there is no drop top of lust for these souls. Open windows for the eyes of beauty to see her make love to him under a moonlit sky with stars so bright. The feeling of togetherness, the warm fluids interact within its space, spreading an emotion of vulnerable ecstasy. One assumes a beautiful face to have a beautiful mind, like an obvious tear mourning over the loss of a soul. Love is a choice-less humour that knocks on my door. As I paint my picture of its supposed existence, the face of it changes in my mind as it slowly begins to create a new identity of beauty with versatility and tenderness always.