Monday, January 30, 2012

Salaciously Sedated

When something dwells the  imagination

Infatuations tugging forces
My discourse disbands
Bodies calypso
Two a joining forces
Natures brazening
My mind toils
These turbulent stirrings
Set to unfold
Secrets untold
Frictions longs
You to reciprocate 
We shall no longer for go
The long of bodies calling
Anticipation speaks our behalf
We have long beheld
Like handcuffs arresting these thoughts
Just want to feel the soft of you
Flesh suppressions set to unfold
Wanderings lingering my thoughts
Wisk by your changing winds
Gusting forth, breathing and intense movements
This lingering want between us, pent up 
The inner trappings of normalcy
The girth of these passionate tugs
To till your barren grounds
Sprouts of your blossoming folds
Scold me the restraints 
Unfold your many convictions
Abrasions, a fortitude but not to be to prude
Flesh reprieved, alleviate the ignites of two souls
Compressed grounds collide like a joining lands
Like the first time we touched hands
My mission is to unleash these antagonizing vices
Repressions heave my chest
Hungered hands toil fertile lands
Spillages of abstracts expansive
Wavering girths unearth 
Abase me your fleshly engagements
I covet the airs of you
Breath with me as we cleave this empty space
Seasoning drippings we pro create
Setting moons consume
Salivate me your leavens
Of your succulent traces
Milling across your fields
Fertile soils I implode
I ponder a restful intermission
Climatic soars, an outpouring I gorge to never waste
Toiling the crescents, rumblings across your ravines
And not a drop to waste…..As I taste your forbidden citrus
Climates soars, magnitudes of elusive equators…..

None other like you……And there is not a lover greater……

Copyright©2012 Roberto Denaro Styles

A Stench Of Want In The Air

Passions rumble
Like the tumbling
Of intense thunders
That submerge the skies
The stench of curiosity
Hovers the crescent
Watchful beams as our mouths part
Mating under the setting of the full moon
Want lingers, compressions of bodily consumes
Written in eyes, the need in your voice I partake in
Speaking your body needs me…as badly as I need you....
Spew me your fountains, I partake this awake
Eagerly awaiting the caress of your hands
My tongue naps your inhibitions
My warmth cradles your libations
Situations got us both consumed
Hands grope your waist
To taste you
To touch you
An uneasiness awakes us
A spark ignites
From the night
Till the early noon
Bathe me
Embellish me
Staff girded
Gorging your in dwellings
Loving like this is the first honeymoon
Don’t know what it is
Your voice
Your smile
I lavish you my spoils
Physical enhancements
Many advancements
I relish your forbidden enchantments
I know you want me
As badly as I want you

There is only one thing left to do
No need to fight it…..
Exploring foundations
Consummate me your soul
As we embark this rendezvous…….

Can’t stop thinking about you…….

Copyright©2012 Roberto Denaro Styles.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Can't hold it back

Massive rage awakens me
Out of my sleep
Awakened to the throb
Raging to stab so deep
Stabbing it
Like a knife penetrating wounds
This lustful anger
Sodomize my motivations to abstain
It’s getting HARDER these days
Trying to maintain
Constantly on my brain
Like hit records in heavy rotation
Doesn’t even matter the location
My bedroom
My bathroom
Driving in the car
Head in the drivers seat
While doing 60
Down the highway
For everybody to see
This normalcy of abstaining
Is really starting to fuck with me
Flesh raging at decibels
About a hundred degrees
Every morning I awake
Desires well up
All I see
Is double d’s
The want of my mouth
Groping your breast
Hands cupping your forms
Like I’m magician, performing acts
Juggling melons
Smelling fragrances
Of your forbidden scents
Not looking to do formalities
A causality to this cause
Putting reality on pause
Constantly thinking
Abase your loins
Ravaged me your scented secretions
Hop on top of me
Bounce on me like a trapeze
Starving like the needy
Mandingos throbbing
So greedy
Touch it
Tug it
Like you need me

Truth be told
I like it rough
And all day
I like that
Buck action
Your buttocks clappin
A whole lot of smackin
Titties jiggling
Smoother me
Smolder my face
In fact place your ass in park
You can sit on my face
And I brought the rubbers just in case

I fiend that knee jerk reaction
Intense want looms the room
Immense physical attraction
I need that kind of action
Raw dog satisfaction
Will give you every inch
My thrust needs to be quenched

I want it
I need it

Like a smoker needs his bag of weed….

So lets take off somewhere
A weekend retreat
I need visitation
Can’t do the masturbation

I need it bad
On top of my list
Give me call
Better yet
I will call you
So I can remove my boxers
And let my shit breath

We can hit the telly
Like my man R. Kelly would say

Damn!  Your body is calling me……

Damn! Ready to fuck!!

Copyright©2012 RDS