Clarity
Alone with my thoughts
I walk through the night

Brevity
She appears by my side
Illustriously divine

Carefully
She asks my name
I’m reluctant to reply

Warily
I offer it up
“Malcolm” I say, staring into her eyes

Magically
I feel a connection
Impossible to deny

Classically
She takes my hand
I struggle in my mind

Casually
She pulls me close
To my fate, I now resign

Sinfully
Our bodies become one
And her lips touch mine

Pleasurably
The night becomes day
With our legs intertwined

Immeasurably
The passion we shared
Words can’t easily define

Delicately
She sneaks off into the dawn
As Clarity once again becomes mine

Wavy hair and intelligent eyes
Features stern, she’s soft inside
An old soul, still with very young eyes
She sees right through your pack of lies

Eternal beauty, infinitely wise
Silently curious, without disguise
Passionate gaze, returned in kind
To those who see the smile inside

-Malcolm Lloyd

Inspiration should be shared and yet jealously guarded,  Thanks to Genxster for being my inspiration for this one!

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…)

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

So that’s what you’re thinking
Hypothetically speaking
That I can get close to you
And hypothetically begin
To touch you gently
Put my lips to your neck
Not for real though
This is just hypothetical sex
My lips travel from your neck to you ear
I move closer to you and whisper so only you hear
Hypothetically what would you do
If I tore away your clothes
Let you stand before me exposed
As I devour you whole
With my eyes, my lips and my tongue combined
Hypothetically would you allow it
Or would you try to hide
Would your body betray you
And beg for me inside
Hypothetically speaking
Would our worlds collide
Would you kiss me back
Would you claw up my back
Would you let me play with it
While I made you beg for it
Hypothetically, of course
If I left you no recourse
Pressed up against your body
Would you still have your voice
Would you be able to say stop
Would you be able to resist climbing on top
Let me inside, pushing all the way
Would you let out a moan
Would you scream out my name
Hypothetically I’m saying this is what I’d do
I’d slide deep inside, if it was just us two
My motions in tune with yours, we’d start on all fours
And switch till you were on top
Taking it non-stop
I’d give you all I got
Do you think you could handle it
Deep inside of you, do you think you could stand it
Hypothetically of course
Would I overwhelm all your thoughts
Your brain shut down, your body in gear
Your moans replace your breath, your screams music to my ear
Climaxing for an eternity, passion loud enough to hear
Hypothetically I asking if you think you can stand it
Realistically I’m wishing on stars for it to happen

-Malcolm Lloyd

 

I’ll catch you before you fall
Push you up against the wall
Look into your eyes
Put my hands on each side
Of your waist and hold you close
Kiss you on your lips
Do it nice and slow
Whisper in you ear
The things we’re about to share
And describe each one to you
As I perform it right there
You’ve never had a lover like me
No other can compare
The way I take my time with you
Build the anticipation first before I dare
To remove one piece of clothing
One ounce of string
Before I do any of those things
I get you imagining
Get your mind thinking
What happens when he touches me
Or kisses me there
What happens when I submit to him
What happens when I dare
Make your mind crazy
Get your heart racing
Your pulse starts to quicken
Your vision gets a little hazy
That’s all before I start to undress you
All before I kiss and caress you
All before I put my tongue in your place
All before the pleasure of my touch is expressed upon your face
Then I put my lips to your own and bare
My soul to you
Transferred through our kiss with care
Let you feel what it’s like to be inside of me here
The passion I feel for you
How I long for it to be freed
The joy of your touch
How I never get enough
How when you’re away I fein’ for your touch
How my body cries out for you
And my mind does too
How I can’t even dream
They fill with the sight of you (more…)

What are you thinking about?  Is it him or is it me?  Are you trying to make a choice? Is it harder than it seems?  Do you wonder what I’d do, when you see her next to me?  Do I give you want you want?  Or is it really just a dream?  Is it the desire, wild and passionate, burning like fire?  Too close to be safe, the heat burning through your attire.  Too dangerous to play, you back slowly away…yet addicted to the heat, you simply can’t just stay away.  Your mind blinded by the smoky haze, until you find yourself ablaze, engulfed in flames, as the world around you silently melts away.  You become one with the flame, enjoying every lick and caress that it brings. Burning through your heart, melting through it’s strings.  Reaching through your mind, emblazoned by it’s thinking, rising and falling with you in time, a slave to your breathing.  Every spark at your command, a slave to your will, flames dancing in your hand, touching and craving you still.  Speaking to you in tongues, touching you in turn, the heat is enormous but still it does not burn.  The roar overtaking you, you submit to it’s will.  Pleasure follows suit, you can feel it still.  The flame encircles you, the fire ravishes you, the smoke fills your mind, sparks ignite and you lose yourself and track of all time.  You awake in your bed…maybe it was just a dream…you almost do believe that…until you see the steam.

-Malcolm Lloyd

He looked back at her with eyes clearly not his own
She shook her head to clear the vision
He had been gone from her so long
Still she couldn’t shake the image
Of him watching her now
Like he was in the room
Her imagination running wild
Damn, what am I thinking?
It’s been years since we’ve touched
You think after all this time
I’d be able to give it up
But her mind was wondering
Against her own will
She was thinking about nights of passion
She was starting to catch a chill
Her eyes started to close
As her body seized control
And she lay back on the bed
Her mind no longer her own
Her hands started to roam
Her lips produced a moan
And when she opened up her eyes
He was in the room, standing alone
Where did he come from?
He did he get in
Those questions never formed
As soon as she felt his skin
She breathed in his scent
Touched him with incensed
Passion ignited
As she pulled him deep within
The movements were fast and hard
Torturous in their pleasure
All the years between
It’s like their bodies never measured
He gave her what she craved
Demanded from her the same
Filled her up time and time again
Their sex was both sweet and yet depraved
Bite marks left and pleasure he tasted
She was an animal and he loved it
No movements were wasted
Scratching his back with nails turned to claws
But in the span of a pause
He touched her lips with his tongue
Then her breasts and her hips
And every place else on her body
That pleasure found her in her dreams
She cut him short
Preferring to have him deep
And once again their bodies entangled
Entwined in her soft satin sheets
She closed her eyes
The pleasure too much to believe
She screamed out his name
A scream she’d been holding an eternity
And as their passions collided
Their movements could not be divided
Her legs locked around his waist
Him deep in her embrace
Till the moment passed
And once again they became sane

-Malcolm Lloyd

She doesn’t know…I watch her out the corner of my eye
She goes about her business
I watch her, invisible yet I don’t even hide
I see her every day at the same place, same time
Not stalking, fo real…I just always happen to be passing by
Thinking about what I would say
If ever I could try
Thinking of what I would do
If I could just catch her eye
Permutations of lust crawling through the brain
Visions of sex atop the car in the rain
Her eyes locked with mine
My hands on her thighs
Caressing them firmly
Our contact electrified
Back to reality
I cruise off slow… (more…)

Touch me…and make me call your name
let me know you’re feeling the same
let me know what’s in your brain
let me know if it’s pleasure or pain
that gets you hot and deranged
let me know if you like it kinky
let me know if you like it tame
let me know if you like to be tamed
submitting to whips and chains
let me know if you like leather and lace
is that what takes you to that higher plane
let me know your hidden desires
that I may add heat to the fire
let me know if the ice warms your soul
let me know when I touch your entire
body with my own, if you savor the experience
does it make you wet, does it make you forget
or make you remember and if that’s what you struggle with
do you like it when I kiss you
the way I like it when you kiss me too
do you wish I’d venture lower
use my tongue faster or slower
do you wonder if I like the taste
I see the pleasure on your face
you can barely concentrate
or maybe you have no room for other thoughts
save your own impending climax and the things I do to get you hot
let me know if I’m in the right spot (more…)