pussy hunters

men fall in love, too

trip, slip and splat...

right into the heart

of a woman's thighs...

this isn't LOVE love

this is mmm love

lust love

fuck love

touch love

epicurean pussy eaters

masters of friction diction

connoisseur of cunts...

professors of the

P

U

S

S

Y...

the animal of man

sits in wait...

watching

tits and waists

measuring

hips and tastes...

scoring

dips and sways...

do wide thighs

lead to tight sighs?

does an 'onion'

lead to sweet cries?

does her lips mimic

the ones on her face?

or does it resemble

an orchid...uniquely placed?

these preying man-kids

seek smells and touch

will her pussy speak to him

when he spreads her love?

does an extraneous bottom

hide honeyed flows?

does her mound

create valleys

where heaven only knows?

it's as if,

with every woman

with every shape...

beckons his wonder

as his craving awakes...

will she fit him

as if it was meant for he?

will she give forth juices

he'd happily marry?

will her sex make all

of her flaws melt away?

will the sound of his dick

plummeting deeply

create waves?

the pussy hunters

have it on their mind

every moment of the day

how they can penetrate

every pussy

in extraordinary ways

the look, shape and potential

for perfection,

the taste, sounds and feel

for an exponential erection...

pussy, pussy, pussy...

how doth thou feel?

every pussy hunter

is hunting the pussy

that will make him yield...

© 2015 Kween Kiwi

losing ground

as i lick the tip
of my finger,
then dip
it down and deep
through your spine's crease
i watch you quake
at my touch's grace
as if it all
belongs to me
as i steal a pull
from your bottom lip
and switch
from your neck
to the tip of your chin
i can feel
your thighs widen
to make room
for the enlarging piece
threatening to
touch my womb...
as i say yes
with the warmth
of my space
hovering,
teasing from above
i can feel
your anxiousness
to give touch
i hold onto your gaze
mmmmm
...hold up...
wait!
without aid
your nature
finds mine
and has me sliding
willing my grind
...your lips part
and eyes roll...
a moan
held hostage,
what a sight i behold...
you're pleased
and i like...
your fever sets
to spike
my dress,
removed...
we're naked in plain sight...
as you play outside
my door
my body and mind
willingly
become your whore...
ooh..
my love...
i...i...
made a slip...
i meant to seduce
and prolong
not rise
than sit...
i meant to
excite you
with my intent
but your body's
friction on mine
has me
losing my...
...mind
[you..
feel...
GOOD...]
i'm no longer
the passion's seductress
i'm seduced
by your coy reluctance
and now
that i'm fervently paced
in this carnal lover's race
i am
fucked up
in this game,
stuttering
and mispronouncing your name
looking for my tease
as i rock up and down on my knees,
begging
for my power to return
my breasts heave
from the intensity spurned
they throb with tender
and sensitive pain
raised like,
the tide from the moon's wane
our bodies' direct heat
can't contain this blissful sweet
and it becomes
clear that,
i tripped over my own desires
and now
i am
the one with stoked fires
my thighs clenched
around you
a synchronized
up stroke from you
a down thrust from me
and...oooh wee!
i'm feverish
and heady
intensely ready
for your love to echo
through me in orgasmic twists
then,
...with your kiss
firmly against my lips
and those final swivels
and dips
i realize how i lost ground
...i didn't lose a thing
i gave it up...
in each and every round ;)

30~ Final Frontier: The Poem

This is it. The end. Fin. Finito. You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the HELL outta HERE! LOL

The final "question" is: Write an erotic poem of your choice...raunchy or classic...bring it!

Okay...I'm cheating. I'm posting a poem I wrote a while ago. Not sure I posted it anywhere, but oh well...she said, "BRING IT!!" LOL


[thoughts]




hmm,
i was thinking of you, love...
no romance
just a skin dance
a sway of nude flashes
thoughts of your thickness
[played in sliding scenes]
slowly
thoroughly
maxing out the space
[here]
throwing my thighs apart
golden limbs
wrapped around
copper's tone
slick sounds
loops
and dips
pecks on lips
[slurps]
you...
the flutter
in my gutteral throb
making it your own
commencing
to consummate
a symphony of moans
[mmm]
you...
so deep
i sweat your scent
[drip]
so sweet
i taste your heat
you taste like me
[smack]
its all us
wafting in a delectable breeze
twisting
in the sheets
screwing with the coils 
in the cushions
[squeak]
swats on the tush and...
[squeak]
a tandem rush
a swirling
and rising
a fevered
anticipation
of euphoric release
[wow]
no preludes or
pretense
of romantic intent
loving you
but needing you
carnally
this is how i thought of you, love...


Thank you...thank you very much! *curtsying*

29~ Pieces of Me

What makes you sexy to YOU?

Hmmm...I think I have a poem for that...brb

*looks for that thing I wrote a while back*

"Where did I post that thing?"

*taps fingers*

You know what? I'll just freestyle one right here. (I hate when I can't find what I'm looking for)



to me...
my sexy lies in the life i live
the person i am
when no one is here to see
when no one cares to see...
to me...
it's the way i walk
with a spiritual crown atop my head
eyes twinkling hi's to passersby
a smile spread wide
for me,
for no other reason,
than i've got love on my mind
love of life
love of the wife i can be
the mother i'm not,
but can be
the friend i am
even when some don't see
i feel sexy
singing a song
alone in my own world
humming happiness
enjoying my new and natural curls...
to me...
it's the sound of my voice
when laughs bound about
and tears fall for joyous things
and i imagine,
a man of kingly proportions
loving every piece of me
the sometimes
mean me
sad me
silly me
crazy me...
the "he's driving me crazy" me...
sweet me
ravenous me...
the "come-see-about-me"...me
the inner pin-up model in me
the consummate housewife in me
the gourmet chef in me
the let's-just-do-it, spontaneous me...
to me
my sexy comes from
the sometimes oblivious me...
not knowing the power of me
really not always aware that i am who i am...ME...
and gracefully accepting
that everyone can't handle me
oh well...
peace, b's...
cuz i'mma be me
and that me...
the true me
the one no one can steal from me...
is the sexiest me...
beaming from my own
inside sunshine
regardless of hard times
and life's grimes...
i continue to BE
regally,
sweetly,
abstractly,
in your face and not-so-nice...me
...shit, i'm sexy! ;)

the way you do

i love the way...you do me

the flat of your tongue

against the small of my back

licking outside the lines

illustrating love

impressions of your hunger

left in my softness...

tender tips rolling

over my slopes

like foamy white rapids

forming between clinched thighs

your name reverberating

off the surface of my skin

as you bookmark

every part of me

every mound

and

alley of kali

every stream of cream

the cave you crave

*i think my clit just waved*

YOU man...

pressing play

on my button

ain't NOTHING

i've had before

comes close to the way...you do me

pecks upon

the nape of my neck

you tasting every salty sweet

speck of my sweat

the power of my pulse

at the whim of your will

as i lie still

the way...

YOU do...

is the truth

NO one

does me the way you do

incessant fusions

of you

in me

my senses

submitting

my own touch

drawn unnaturally to your body

my sense of smell

taken over by the hints

of you still present

in whiffs of memory

swallowing air

that tastes like your love

me seeing you

with shut eyes

yet blinded when

gazing over you

how you do me...

has never been done

say...

you'll keep doing me?

do you know?

do you know how i fall asleep

imagining you sleeping

still inside of me

how i feel your mouth

tickling my breasts

do you know

that when im lying on my side

i crave you behind me

just lying there

connected in a love hold

do you know

when i talk to you

and hear you 

i cant get out of my mind

hearing you say my name

slow whispers

while stroking me deep 

how the empty space between my thighs

belongs to you?

do you know?

how you've become the tingle in my tummy?

the pulse of an ache only you can satisfy

the answer to my why?

i wanna be good, i swear i do

but i want you

more than i should 

baby...love...

how is it that you're not here

but

when i think of you

my back automatically arches

my breast become firmer and more tender

my essence drips of excitement

how even though

i dont moan [normally]

i'd HAVE to moan for you

not just because it feels good

but because your love makes my heart speak

do you know?

do you really know?

you NEED to know

that i prefer the sweet agony of the intangibility of us

to the mediocre touch of another

i hope you know

because...

it's all "I" know

laid up

I SO wish that I could be laid up under you,
curled into you...
your body heat melting me slowly
I want to turn soft pecks
into deep,
long,
sensational sucks...
until...
until we're...
a puddle of melted affections
DAMN,
I want to be laid up under you...
Making your scent mine,
lathering in your lust
Bathing in your firm touch
Mold my softness
with the tips of your fingering...
while my sweetness swirls
and my explosion
begins it's lingering
Take over me...
roll into me
Hover above me
*lick*...
mmmm...
DAMN you...
I WANT to be laid up under you!
Make it so...
that...
parts of me
form to fit
parts of you
as
grips tighten
things heat
harden and throb
with painful pleasing
and you ease
my longing
with strong strokes
handling the job
blowing my mind
I, just wanna be laid up
under you
telling you
with my eyes
"right there"
biting lips
leaving marks
I wanna be laid up
legs up
you...up...all in me
laying me
finessing my walls
breasts rising to fall
moans so small
they escape into
whispered breaths
come to me...
right now...
I need to be laid...
right up under you

SO...

you think you know, huh?
*giggling wickedly*
my sweet exterior
done got you fucked up...
thinking you know
*shaking my head*
i didn't dub my SELF da kween...
i earned that title
royally fucking
with the minds of a
few kings
squires
peasants
most not worthy of a little toil and trouble
i got SKILLZ, ya heard?
nothing green about me,
but the shade of my kiwi green panties
that i rarely wear
do you think you can handle me?
let me inside your head
let me take up space
filling in each crevice
nook and crook
with a little hook
a
fool
done messed around
and called my bluff
challenged my crown
this jewel here?
i got it driving one mad
with just the scent
and he wouldn't relent
until he was bent
on knees
pleasing me
THIS precious stone?
came
and came again
off the velvet tones of
coy kink
slyly and slowly chinking
at his armor
this rock?
stands for multiple hard-ons
mentally pile-driven
until spinning
into sleepless nights
of this kween's loving whispers
i wielded my power
against men
who thought me prey
and are still praying for my throne to fall
"i hate that i love her mind...FUCK!"
too proud to beg
STILL gone off that shit
please believe...
i yielded my powers
ONLY
to the call of love
for otherwise
an army of men
might fight amongst themselves
for the mere honor
to bow to me
you don't EVEN know...