Hold me
Added 2024-07-01 15:40:05 +0000 UTCYour hands cradle my head and I'm using my tongue to make calligraphy on your tits
[my left hand is trying cursive on your clit]
"I'm yours"
Your breasts shimmer with saliva
You guide my right hand around you to form a proper embrace
I don't open my eyes much but I like seeing the contrast of our skin.
I'm drinking you in like photosynthesis
I want to be on top but you need to be all around me. [Thighs] surround me. [Arms] around me. [Tits] surround me. [Moans] surround me.
You tell me it's your dick and I thrust in agreement. You tell me it's your mouth and I suck with more purpose to prove it.
You tell me I'm yours and I explode into 7 billion pieces and fly into every orifice on your body. Every pore opens. I'm in your blood now. I'm pumping your heart. You'll dream of me soon.
You come. I feel [worthy]
I come. You feel [powerful]
I fall asleep flanked on all sides by the Goddess. Wishing for 6 more sets of arms and 3 more mouths.
All the better to [consume] you with, my dear
Comments
This is poem is very much “Smooth as Silk” adjacent 😌🫶🏾
Erin Day
2025-07-30 06:11:42 +0000 UTCI accidentally escaped the ward for a minute. but im back....n holy hot fuck doc!!! that exploding into 7 billion pieces is soooo decadent
slickestswitch
2024-07-07 15:02:09 +0000 UTCScientifically sexy MP. Say vitreous humor to me again. Damn. 🥵
QQMegs
2024-07-02 01:53:29 +0000 UTCThere once was a man from Nantucket... No, wait. GODDAMMIT, DOC. You've drained me of words. Of thoughts. You're in my blood? You *are* my blood. My marrow. My lymph. My cerebrospinal fluid. My vitreous humor. You are all of my sexiest, most romantic fluids. You are mine and I am powerful for it. (also sweaty. You make me sweaty. But like in a good way. 🫠)
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-07-02 01:35:30 +0000 UTCAmen Indeed. 🙏🥵🥵🥵
Lina
2024-07-02 01:23:22 +0000 UTCTo say I was inspired is like calling the sinking of the Titanic a fender bender. Here you go my darlings: My hands lightly brush through your hair from nape to temple as you swirl love words in fanciful patterns from my right nipple (the one you say is your favorite because it hardens faster, is happier to see you), across to the left (the one you say you spend extra time with so it doesn’t feel sad about not being the favorite), then up to my collarbone, and down to the crease under each breast. You write a collection of love poems to my full and aching tits as I massage your scalp with my nails, writing “You’re mine,” to match the “I’m yours” you’ve traced on my soft wet pussy, using my cum as ink. I stop writing to tug on your hair every once in a while, not with insistence, just because I like the way it sends a shiver up your spine and I can feel your cock twitch against my thighs, sending an answering shiver up mine. “I’m yours,” and “You’re mine,” our minds and fingers chant together over and over like a worship ritual. I feel like a goddess at the tips of your tongue and fingers, as though I am the sun, the soil, the rain that feed you, and the air released from your lungs, as though I can make you grow and thrive with the strength of my adoration and my will to see you prosperous and content. And as you press yourself into me, throbbing full of life and desire, full of need, and fill me full-to-bursting with you, I feel the goddess energy envelope us both and you become a god as I surround you, consume you, as we melt together, and you show me that cock and that mouth are MINE and I moan to you to take YOUR cunt, to make my cock show your pussy who it belongs to. Every cell in my body belongs to you, every fiber of my being is yours. As you are mine. I need your cum to fill me up, to make you become… me. So I can consume a piece of you and never let go. So you can know I have you with me. As your hips grind their own bold words into my thighs and your cock writes messily inside me, scribbling with a forceful hand, I feel you shudder and I press you in, more sturdily anchor you to me as you pour love into my body and I shatter into each individual atom and we soak each other in, worship in the temples of each other’s skin and flesh. I come. You feel [powerful]. You come. I feel [worthy]. You fall asleep steeped in me and I stay awake and watch over you like the all-powerful deity you make me into, protective and nourishing of body and heart and soul. As I caress your back with my hands and your legs with my feet, I wish for 6 more sets of arms, 3 more mouths, AND 8 more pairs of eyes. All the better to seek and destroy ANY threats to the author of my body, the temple of my heart, the god of my soul. Amen.
QQMegs
2024-07-02 00:07:25 +0000 UTCThe way I want to write my future English master’s thesis on dissecting each delicate facet of this poetic masterpiece has me trembling with yearning! Like I always thought WANTING to be “worshipped” both in a tender and passionate way as a woman was selfish. That needing/wanting more pleasure was too much, too strange , not the norm. This was all BEFORE i discovered the lovely varieties of kinks and that pleasure doms were a thing 🥵 Anyway this wrapped itself around my heart like a fluffy white blanket and a little voice in my head said “it’s ok to want this”. So yea before I start crying I just want to say THANK THE OLD GODS & the NEW for your creative, loving, silly, & passionate soul!
Marieli
2024-07-02 00:00:23 +0000 UTCFuck doc Shania Twain is sing-yelling in my brain! That was poetry. That was HOT AF That was beautiful That was.... art
SwitchItUp
2024-07-01 21:39:32 +0000 UTCI think [you] hold [us] with language as [we] hold [you] in this poem. Wrapped in words that show the strength of the soft and the gentleness of the firm. Thank you for showing the revolution that intimacy can be 🖤
caroscope
2024-07-01 21:07:38 +0000 UTC*ahem* Sir, mr. daddy doctor, the combination of words you use just astound me, the way you describe things “my left hand is trying cursive on your clit”, chillsssss😮💨😮💨😮💨 also umm “You come. I feel [worthy], I come. You feel [powerful]” that was just, wow!! You just have a way with words don’t you 🫠🫠🫠
Sara🦋
2024-07-01 19:49:08 +0000 UTCdoc, I started to write a little [poem] but in truth I do not have the words to describe how I simultaneously was flattened against my chair and floating above it (this pool loungechair is really going through it this week) I remember this feeling. When I could not get close enough to [you] pressing against you hoping to enter you through your skin, from toes to hips to chest to forehead Contemplating how all of you [not just your cock or tongue] could enter me. All of you. So I could show you how much I love you So I could show you the power I hold in loving you as much as I do. I remember feeling... Completely in and out of my skin Male and female In and out of control Wrapped around each other Refusing to let go Beautiful work doc Thanks💜💜💜
Mare
2024-07-01 18:49:25 +0000 UTCI love this
Blu
2024-07-01 18:06:28 +0000 UTC
