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Sunday, March 30, 2014
Decadence ....Mark Davis..Master Poet
ADULT CONTENT OF THE MOST AROUSING KIND......
Painting pictures in a readers mind is the goal of an author. Most look to run a whole movie in your head. That's the goal. Poets have a different mission, they want more. They want to evoke emotions and latch onto your soul. Some even want more than that. Erotic poetry is an art unto itself. As of late on twitter I have come across so many talented erotic poets, yet few rival Mark Davis. Yes he's naughty and can evoke far more from the reader with his prose, he can arouse the reader. But Mr. Davis can do more, he can write beautiful prose and he can latch onto your soul. Am I a fan? From the moment I read a few of
Leather
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The scent of leather hit him
Before she came in sight
He turned a gave a whistle
Her leather dress so tight
Her cleavage drew his eyes
Then as he they dropped down low
He felt is cock begin to stir
At the hint of garter below
The snakeskin boots were tapping
As the heels crossed the floor
Her red lips she was licking
A hint of what's in store
"Cat got your tongue my darling?"
As her nails brushed his crutch
Then she grabbed him through the cloth
Grew hard beneath her touch
"I'm feeling very needy"
She pushed him in his back
No panties with garters
He was smothered by her crack
Opened up his pants
And as his tongue worked its way
She released his cock
Let her hands begin to play
The scent of leather and her sex
Quickly filled his nose
She wriggled on his face
"Mmm I love how my baby grows"
As the boots were rubbing
Against her lovers skin
She leaned down with her mouth
Sucked his hard cock in
Loved to hear him gasping
As she rubbed across his face
Her tongue and lips devoured him
Bobbed at a frantic pace
She loved how hard she got him
And how he made her wet
She turned and dropped down on him
"Oh fuck me now my pet"
And as his hips were thrusting
She endured all the joy
Of dressing up to tease him
To excite her special boy
With one last plunge she came
Head back mouth open wide
Her juices flowed across him
As his come hit her inside
She worked muscles milking
Rode him till the end
Always the perfect ending
With her leather loving friend
copyrighted 2014 Mark Davis
copyrighted 2014 Mark Davis
Sunday, March 23, 2014
The Coast of Ireland 872 A.D.
Tomas was a Viking. An accomplished warrior, a seasoned sailor and the son of Sjurd head of one of the largest clans in his home of Norway. He’d many fine talents, most women could attest to them in bed. He’d left Norway on a long ship heading for the coast of a rich lush country called Ireland.
Shauna heard from others along the coast about the invasions. Men, some said as tall as trees, came in long boats, killing, raping and taking land that didn’t belong to them. Shauna cringed; her beloved home was the next kingdom along the coast that was in danger of attack by these marauders.
A beautiful, green-eyed black haired beauty Shauna vowed to protect her home, only to fall prey to Tomas’s handsome face and warrior body. At first he treats Shauna with indifference, ignoring her beauty and punishing her for her disobedience. He keeps her a prisoner in his bed his need for her insatiable. And still she refuses to surrender herself to him completely, fighting him at every turn.
Tomas fights his need and his desire for Shauna but succumbs to it every night. He burns for her, craves her, as no woman before her. He surrenders to her will, falling deeply in love. Shauna’s love for him flourishes and burns deep, promising him a love that is eternal, and born of fire. It will be a fire that will consume them both, and erupt into a deep and eternal love.
Tomas was a Viking. An accomplished warrior, a seasoned sailor and the son of Sjurd head of one of the largest clans in his home of Norway. He’d many fine talents, most women could attest to them in bed. He’d left Norway on a long ship heading for the coast of a rich lush country called Ireland.
Shauna heard from others along the coast about the invasions. Men, some said as tall as trees, came in long boats, killing, raping and taking land that didn’t belong to them. Shauna cringed; her beloved home was the next kingdom along the coast that was in danger of attack by these marauders.
A beautiful, green-eyed black haired beauty Shauna vowed to protect her home, only to fall prey to Tomas’s handsome face and warrior body. At first he treats Shauna with indifference, ignoring her beauty and punishing her for her disobedience. He keeps her a prisoner in his bed his need for her insatiable. And still she refuses to surrender herself to him completely, fighting him at every turn.
Tomas fights his need and his desire for Shauna but succumbs to it every night. He burns for her, craves her, as no woman before her. He surrenders to her will, falling deeply in love. Shauna’s love for him flourishes and burns deep, promising him a love that is eternal, and born of fire. It will be a fire that will consume them both, and erupt into a deep and eternal love.
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