I Find a Spot

I find a spot
I smell it
I taste it
it's still wet
why so arousing
because it's your cream
from touching yourself
it's where you came

you Left

you left but
I feel the spit from your mouth
words not spoken but felt
your sticky sweet scent clings
you left but you didn't leave

it Pulls me In

it pulls me in
then pushes me out but wont let go
vibration grows fierce 
it's happening
eruption's fierce
it's wetness profound

do with her Spit

her tongue
so wet and slippery
that long clear string of spit
that stretches from it 

amazing what she can do
do with her spit

a Storm is Coming

by Eelun Phetmoore

a storm is coming

"I hate you"
"I fucking hate you"

a love once shared
now a hatred embraced

separate rooms
separate beds
separate lovers
together no escape

a house of broken memories
a house of hate

wind and rain enters her room unannounced

biting lip
swallowing hard
she asks
"can I share your room"
biting lip
swallowing hard
I reply
"till this passes"

side by side
eyes wide
we sleep the sleepless sleep
the only dreams are of our hatred for each other

something strange
a voice if you may
the storm speaking to us
it's rhythm permeating us
making us dance

each burst of wind
each pelting of rain
each rumble of thunder
possessing us
deep within
a stirring
a hunger
a need

wind
an itching

rain
an acheing

thunder
burning

throbbing
I'm hard
veins jutting
grasping it a mistake
ready to erupt
turning to her
her body writhes in unison with the rain
nipples jut through sheets
legs spread wide
wet sounds not of rain
I pull the sheets from her
hand on her breast
hand between her legs
thrusting
moaning

eyes meet
eyes I haven’t seen for me
eyes that are not hers
eyes of the storm

“I hate you”
“I fucking hate you”

grabbing
roaming
licking
moaning
growling
biting
starving
violently kissing

“I fucking hate you”
“I fucking hate you too”

no time for foreplay
need for release too strong

pelting rain
I slide into her
so hard
so wet
I can feel the rain inside her

thunder louder
like a rabid beast
I pound into her
feeling the thunder inside me

toes curling
she screams
legs wrapping around me
nails digging in my back

the more violent the storm
the harder we fuck
possessed by it
can't look into each other in the eyes
we fuck like we'll die if we don't
can't last
getting closer
closer
closer
the storm zeniths
she spreads her legs wide and sprays me as I explode inside her
lightning
the windows shatter
wind, rain, glass, and leaves
blowing like a hurricane
destroying all
we continue fucking
all that matters is the fuck
when It's all over
storm gone

"I hate you"
"I fucking hate you"

we hate each other more than ever
at least we have the fuck
all we'll ever have

days to weeks
weeks to days

"I hate you"
"I fucking hate you"

nothing worse than hating someone
nothing better than fucking someone you hate

another storm is coming.

the Wet Dance

by Eelun Phetmoore

It drips 
my senses frenzy
following the trail to your taste
moist folds draw me
a wet furnace within
gasp
they heave
sway
pink tips erect
you need this
it needs this
makes me need it
want it desperately 
entering
it pulls me in
gush
making it slide
the sound intoxicating
lips join
tongues explore
pumping faster
getting wetter
burning within
thrusting
the look in your eyes
you need to
now 
I need to
now
tightening
veins hardening
gushing
we explode
basking
it drips