Welcome to Day 26 of the April Write 2013: a new era begins
Good morning all and welcome to the last of our Freaky Fridays in this years Challenge.
Our Guest Host today is Justice Clarke AKA ‘Flowetic Justice’
The topic for today is: Sexual Metaphor
You know what you need to do… read the ink that he has sent to grace the page – get your creative juices flowing and be inspired! ~ Marina
“My Dictation”
by Flowetic Justice
I spoke to her through the ink of my probing pen
leaving messages of the rising libido
and the beating heart
the kind that flow sticky and wet from the start
there upon her mocha skin
the kind that are sighed on her sweet sugary walls from within
she wanted me to read to her my words
and feel them as they fell from my thick lips
upon her thick lips
wrapped in the irresistible twist of her thick hips
so I gave her my dictation
as my breath exhaled first upon her essence
warming the nether regions of her silken presence
where undergarments are lost
and tossed in the arc of the frenzied hand
as the poetry dripped wet from the mouth of the poetry man
sliding across her in sensuous ripples
enveloping her full soft round breasts
while tickling the tips of her stiffened nipples
leaving marks like hickeys upon the nape of her lovely neck
while all the time her lips so tender and juicy
ached for more of my dictation as they became increasingly wet
I spoke on long and strong
as the verses fell from my flickering tongue
as I lapped up the phrases that found their way inside her
penetrating her infiltrating her tantalizing her
as her heartbeat was rising
thighs so firm opening wider and were so enticing
so inviting for my dripping dictation
so I increased in it’s momentum
and could feel the rumblings begin to build in feathered moans
frothing in the glisten of her throbbing zone
the sensual movement coming from her smooth toned body
back arching
lips parting
scramming in my dictation as my words were shouting
until she releases in the creamy flow of a climatic crescendo
and I left her with one last lick
one last flick
one last kiss from my shining lips as a memento
forever captured in the syllables salacious sensation
along with my members inflation
and left in the last breaths of warming puffs
upon her pulsating palace of pleasure
for only she could truly measure
the girth the depth the length and the worth
of my dictation
Thoughts of a Single Man © 2013 tm
The April Write 
Joan Cant (c) April 2013
Wo Ho! Wo Ho! de huzza fuzz
How dido Fido?
Thar wuzza Hunky Blunkett
und furzo de Sloopy Snoo
alla interdekerfuffle verra swettin und lime.
Lull~~~~~~ jes fer a minnow~~~~~~~~~ entwined.
Zeeming eternitum~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~?
Nut innuendo! zis iz de troo troo Bunnies!
Unt iz da finga lickin good.
Angela Edgar ~ An old one but it fits today’s theme perfectly…
“SQUEEZE”
It started with the honey I put in my tea
An extra drip drops
From the tip of the upside down bottle top
Before it hits the surface of the kitchen table
Not today I think, I’m just not able
So I use my finger to catch it quick
Cos I don’t want to mop up a mess that sticks
Mmmhhh… I lick
It tastes so good
Mmmhhh…Then a thought it clicks
I squeeze the bottle again
Holding its golden entry level to my eye
So I can watch the thick amber nectar downward fly
Watch it glide smoothly out from its tip to my tip
Mmmhhh… And then I lick
It tastes so good
Mmmhhh…Then another thought it clicks
I squeeze again and again
Once, twice, three times
I savour the sweet sunny sensation
Of sucking honey from my fingertip
Then I imagine sucking honey
From some other warm tip
That’s it!
I’m sold on that idea
I pause
Lost in translation
I’m caught in a moment of hesitation
Of plotting to make
My fantasy your reactive reality
Mmmhhh… I lick
It tastes so good
Mmmhhh… Then another thought it clicks
I imagine your wet skin
Still damp from a shower
You spread out on the bed
Ready for me to devour
Nibble by nibble
Kiss by kiss
Me and the honey bottle
There’s not an erogenous spot on you I’ll miss
Liquid sweetness
Enough for a triple sugar overdose
I laugh and wonder if you are prepared
To have honey sucked from your toes
Then drip by drip and lick by lick
You’ll have honey sucked from the tips of your slender digits
Mmmhhh… I lick
It tastes so good
Mmmhhh… Then another thought it clicks
Slowly, sensuously my tongue goes round
I move my lips softly up and down
Sucking the sweet liquid honey off your skin
I think I might have you begging
‘Baby, let me come in…’
Squeeze…
I’ll make you weak at the knees
Squeeze…
I’ll have you think you’ve been smoking trees
Squeeze…
It’s the honey I want on your skin
Squeeze…
Yes, my lover, you are granted entry within
Mmmhhh… I lick,
It tastes so good
Mmmhhh… Then another thought it clicks
But I’ll be strong
And I’ll be firm
I want you smothered in fluid sweetness
I want to lick you clean as you squirm
I want to hear you writhe
I want to hear you cry out
‘Baby! Please! Put something else of me in your mouth!’
All in the name of ecstasy
It’s just you and me
And the squeezy bottle of aromatic honey
Lights out, candles lit
Mmmhhh Baby…
Let me give you my special kind of lick…
Squeeze…
Oooh Baby, you hitting the spot…
Squeeze…
Oooh Baby, please drip another drop…
Squeeze…
Oooh Baby, carry on, connect my dots…
Squeeze…
Oooh Baby, I beg you… don’t you dare stop!
©2nd December 2010-21:15pm Written by Angela Edgar
Slaine Montmont (c) April 2013
The topic for today is: Sexual Metaphor gonna write a new joint for this.
he came to me like a tightly screwed coil spring the divine unity tonight was gonna be an adventure we had both had very buzzy work weekdays and to spice things up we had been sexting all week long. and to add to it
on Monday he send me 12 roses presented to me at my office
on Tuesday he sent me a singing sexy telegram
on Wednesday I book joint massages for the two of us
on Thursday we send love sonnets to each other affirming our love commitment to each other
on Friday with the sexting he sent me a pic of the new ropes we sent each other
on Saturday we did an African yoga class together then when to the park and meditated sat in silence and then for a whole hour just held hands and allowed our vibrations to re connect with each other
on Sunday from sun down to sun set we eat talked kissed cuddled make love to each other rested repeated again
fell in a deep sleep looking to each others eyes with out talking
and then departed from each other cool breeze. wondering when we would make time to do it all again
Halim Flowers (c) April 2013
NO HANDS
I reached out
And I felt her
She felt me
Without extending our palms
See
We reached with the fingers
That resides in our souls
We touched each other in ways
That thumbs could not grasp
NO HANDS….
We caressed each other
Without ever having sex
Yes
We felt each other up and down
And around
But it was purely platonic
And intangible
And when we made love
It was no spot on our bodies that went untouched
See
We make love without sexual intimacy
We just transform our words into hands
And heal each other
NO HANDS….
When she gets a little down
I massage her breast with sweet tender prose
Her breast being her heart (Get ur mind out the gutter)
When I get soft
She gets me hard
My mind (Get ur mind out the gutter)
So that I can overcome
The bars, the steel, the concrete
The noise and loneliness
She builds me up to withstand the storm
She gots my back and I carry her on my shoulders
Because when she touches you with her hands
Those spiritual hands of muse
Hmm!!!
We are just built like that
And touch each other
With
NO HANDS…..