beauty, erotica, lust, sex, women

Sir 2.0

https://mbblissett.com/sir/

A science fiction/erotica series about the limits of personal freedom, desire and technology.

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Weekend Omnibus 09/12/2018

All The Lights

cat and colossus

Fastest Pen In The West

My Fingers In Your Hair

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cat and colossus

Your personality.

A feline elegance

Approached calmly.

I’ve learned to tolerate some pain

To relax. 

Learned to stay still.

Observe what you like

and what you don’t

Through knowing myself

And this is when, in person,

I’d smile to leaven the arrogance

But I’m a colossus

Fathered and persevered

Created and destroyed

Sat with you

Not beneath 

Alongside but at attention

The way a mountain does

Does not pay attention

You’re lucky 

To earn the rumble of my attention

And you open like a flower

At the heat of my touch

So come

Pad across the room 

Sit in the lap

Of the gods

Singular not plural

I’ll stroke your fur

Until you sing at healing frequencies

Come close

Feel small again

With wonder

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Weekend Omnibus

call the rain

inner fire

prime directive

i see you

a treasure’s glow

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call the rain

Moisture hung heavy

From the ceiling

Walls breathing

Static tension like God

Squeezing us between his palms

Each breath tastes of ozone

A kiss to break the tension

A touch to call the lightning

We dance whilst staying still

Gather the weather

And dance naked

Underneath the deluge

My fingers slip beneath

Call the rain

Soaked until we glisten

Together

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weekend omnibus

Soffritto della carne

ching su kisses

A quiet coronation

Swing From The Past

Your Dark Eyes

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Your Dark Eyes

Your dark eyes

Even ablaze with indignation
Beguile me
And i think of your uninhibited cries
Faint as they are right now
Feeling them like falling embers against my skin
Burn through my loneliness like a falling star
The dark spice taste of your kiss
Flavours every solitary meal
And the slippery warmth of you
Calls me home
And I imagine your thighs clamped tight
Around me
A vessel to fill with every drop of my
Masculine energy
Ticklish shivers of anticipation
At the thought of you
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