Excited Fire

I won’t stop…until there is nothing left between us…until your jeans are torn and lying in the corner, your thong ripped and stuffed in your mouth to silence your screams, your bra…missing and in multiple pieces and you bent over the table…ass cheeks swollen and red, with me deep inside you whispering into your ear…asking you questions that you can’t answer…pulling your hair when I don’t hear the muffled scream loud enough…scratching your back when I don’t feel you arch it forcefully.

You don’t have a choice. You give me what I want…eventually.

After all the fight is gone, all the resistance spent…all of the fire and attitude channeled into places that swell with the anticipation. You surrender to me and whatever I have in mind. You yearn for nothing but to pleasure me, you dream of only my touch…rough at first, to tame your spirit, then soft, to soothe your broken will.

You desire my body inside of yours, hard…wanting…searching and delivering. You anticipate every thrust and respond with your very being as if nothing else matters but pleasing your master because in the end…nothing else does.

The cycle repeats…

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Poetry is my passion, the erotic is just a gift. I combine words and terms and give them vision, it’s a gift. I’ve often been told I moonlight by day, compose by night and hold many hearts in sway. My words are erotic, yet still exude taste. My poetry is fire, yet the feeling never melts away. It’s a passion, one I hope never fades. I don’t write for me, I write for those I hope will read this some day. It’s my passion, one of many it seems. I love to act out my words, to taste their imagery. I love to dream up new things, distill the thoughts to words, insert the nouns and verbs and pray the meaning is undisturbed.

Passionate Expression, I call it my secret weapon. It allows you to hear my voice through the ink, my touch through the sheet, the sound when I speak and visualize that feeling is from me. It’s deep, but it’s erotic all the same. I don’t take you to the storm, I become the pouring rain. I don’t make you call my name, I make you sexually insane. All through words and phrases, all through the use of your brain. You’ve never seen me but you crave me still. You don’t know me yet I control your will. You want sex, I deliver it in excess, erotically, passionately, I allow you to submit to my requests.

This isn’t a stop, it’s the journey of your life. This isn’t just sex, it’s an erotic afterlight. Maybe I’m cocky, maybe a bit misunderstood, but of one thing I’m sure, you wouldn’t stop if you could.

-Malcolm Lloyd 

Still she doesn’t understand my words
I speak to her in prose
She doesn’t understand my verbs
I look into her eyes
Deep into her eyes
The deeper I go
The more I feel inside

Seriously
It’s like communing with the divine
A goddess in my eyes
What man would deny
Her curves I’m entranced with
Her voice just enhances it
I want to touch her
But I’m scared
Of what could possibly happen

Not afraid
Because I know I’d do it in a second
But scared
If only because of the place we romance at
But it’s safer that way
The way is dangerous
We both like the excitement
But we know it’s perilous

Still we walk along that line
Still I can’t deny she’s so damn fine
I want her
I’ll speak it plain
She’s torture
But that torture brings me no pain
Not physical
Not mental
But I think about her more than I should
Would I ever stop?
Not even if I could

So I sit here
Warring within myself
Hoping to win
Wondering if today’s the day
I finally throw caution to the wind

-Malcolm Lloyd 

There are seven days in the week, what shall we do
Monday is the day we relax…just us two
You kick off your shoes, Ill massage your back
And we go with the flow of whatever may happen after that

Tuesday comes and I’m a bit excited
It’s the day you promised you’d be full of surprises
I never know what to expect, from morning to night
Tuesdays might be my favorites, yes they just might

Wednesday comes around, hump day is no longer just a word
Any and everywhere, we express our passions through our verbs
From the hallway in the apartment to the lunch ‘meetings’ that occur
Wednesdays are always tiring but damn are they good

Thursdays are next, simple not complex
After Tuesday and Wednesday, we’re needing some rest
A quiet dinner, a movie on the couch
Yet somehow they always end with us naked in the house

Friday is a party, it’s the end of the week
We celebrate always, we never sleep
From the club to the bar, tipsy to the back seat
Fucking like we’re teenagers, bodies moving to the bass beat

Saturday starts late, we’ve got to get some sleep
We wake up after noon, we head out into the streets
Grab something to eat, maybe take in a show
Back out to the bar, repeating Friday some mo’
Maybe if we’re stressed, we stay in for some rest
Which inevitably leads to excited, passionate sex

Sunday, we pray…nah I’m just kidding
Sunday is the day we treat like Thanksgiving
I put you on the table and spread your legs
Put my lips on yours while you guide my head
I touch you with my tongue until you finally succumb
The pleasure leaking from your body in rivers…I want some
Over and over till you’re out of breath
Yeah Sunday is the day where you cum till nothing’s left

-Malcolm Lloyd

She wanted more
I couldn’t help but oblige
down on all fours
I fell in love with her thighs
in love with her ass
in love with her sass
in love with the way
she begged me to hit it hard and fast
she wanted it all inside
I gave with no regrets
she wanted me to smack her ass
I did till her cheeks were swollen red (more…)

Works better when it’s two
I can concentrate, tell her what I’d do
I can evoke emotions, give her memories
I can stroke her ego, respond to her pleas
I can make her quake, long to be near me
I can make her wake, spend her every hour thinking of me
And I have…
She wants me truly
And me, her,
Whenever I see her booty
Whenever I see her hips
The outline of her lips
The way her ass shakes
Causes my body to awake
We struggle to remain tame
Not participate
An illicit affair
Would cause so much despair
But so much pleasure
And I’m insanely jealous
I think about who she’s with
And I become overzealous

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It never happened to you, an orgasm? Please
You’d be happy if the guy made it semi-hard for you to breathe
That is until you met me and I turned your life around
I made it hard for you to see…anything
Without thinking
wondering about my touch
Up against the tree, in the park at night…
what a rush
Under the stars on the beach…yes…
give it to me
Every situation was now sexual
your mind wandered in ways you would never before believe
It was me who liberated you
showed you the path
Walked with you to the very edge
and then over as you laughed
Freedom…a new sensation to your life
It wasn’t soon after I added pleasure to your life
First it was my tongue, seeking, tasting
with your legs wrapped tight
Then we moved on to bigger things
climaxes rang out through the night
Soon missionary was old
and I wanted to excite…

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So what’s stopping you
What’s stopping us
The danger? Of that I know you can’t get enough
I know you can’t wait until I get very close
Touch you, kiss you, remove you very clothes
Lay you down, or maybe let you wrap your legs around
Maybe bend you over, as my actions become bolder
Maybe you’re waiting for me to make a move
Maybe you think that it’s all still too soon
Maybe you enjoy the danger as it is
You want me, I want you…
Through the danger is how you live
Maybe you want me to be really bad
Come up to your floor as you’re packing your bag
When no one else is around, I lock the door
You look into my eyes and know what’s in store
I walk over to you and you know what to do
By the time that I reach you the air is boiling too
Our passion is ignited, the fire burns bright
My jeans are fitting tight, it’s no use hiding the sight
Doesn’t really matter
You’ll see it all before the end of the night
Feel it, experience it, love the pleasure
Before long we’ll have a new level of danger to measure
Scared…nah that’s a wicked smile you display
I can’t help but wonder if I’m the hunter or the prey…

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Her hand touched the door
What was in store
She didn’t know the outcome
Only who she was here for
He said to meet him here
About a half past eight
He said come alone
He said don’t be late
He said be prepared
To see the night through
So here she was
Anticipating and scared
But what could she do
He read her like a book
That’s what made her hesitate
He played right into her weakness
That’s why she wanted to wait
He knew about her need
Ever present search for danger
He saw it in her eyes
Him…a total stranger
Well not quite but still
Not someone who’d she guess
Could bypass her defense
And get straight into her breast
Speaking of breasts…
Her’s heaved with a sigh
Her heart beat faster
She was trembling inside
She come too far to turn away
But the thought of entry too much to take
So she stood at the threshold
Frozen in an undecided state
Just as she was to turn around
The door moved open with a creaking sound
And there he was looking into her eyes
And there she stood practically mesmerized
He invited her in…

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You want a taste…seek and you shall find
Meet me in the place…the place that only lovers combine
Come alone, no room for a friend
Fall into my arms, this is the place where the world ends
Let go of your inhibitions
Tell no one of your secret visions
When that door is closed no one will know who’s in it
Put away your thoughts, succumb to your passions
Put away your hesitation, become desire everlasting
Every touch in this room amplified out of proportion
So the softest kiss can be the most rewarding
You want me? I know this to be true
Meet me in the room at the end of the world
Come alone and let your passions engulf you

-Malcolm Lloyd