Code Green Security Of The Heart
The Nurse and the handsome Security Force
Not to worry, he is the only one serenading me with his deep baritone voice
His muscular body keeping the nights warm
My heart has been totally disarmed
Body to body, rainfalls to set off all types of alarms
Candlelight dinners, caressing on a bearskin rug near a roaring fire
No home invasion for this salacious dame, only escalating flaming desires
A trip to Paris, China, and yes, even Italy
My handsome Proprietor of his own Security Firm certainly loves me
Flowers and chocolates delivered daily, umm…I think I’m in love
Deep pockets, and his family jewels is loaded, fits inside me like a hand inside a tight glove
Nightly bliss for a nurse’s resume of naughty ... |
Code Yellow Large And In Charge
The Nurse and the handsome CEO
Softly disciplined for disruptive behavior as the quiet wind blows
Reprimanded in private, has been replaced by bottles of Italian wine
Trips in a Rolls Royce to the Hamptons in grand style minus any timelines
Private jets, VIP box seats to see the New York Mets
Five-star hotels and secluded island getaways
A lifestyle a nurse can adopt to be that it may, yes, I must say
A staffed mansion, a beach house with ocean front views
From sunrise to sunset making love, giving the silk sheet their just due
The CEO and me, his gentle loving sets me free
The Nurse and the CEO igniting his desires as his release steadily flees
CODE YELLOW
The first day as a Nurse Administrator I walked into my office to take a seat ... |
Code Red A Cut Above The Rest
The Nurse and the handsome Surgeon
What a brilliant lifestyle to relish, which brings forth all its naughty excursions
A handsome man above the rest
Nothing covets his time but the best
I thought I would move up in the ranks
More love, more me, means a bigger bank
Jovial time and vintage wines
Yacht sails and Harley Davidson ocean front rides
Who defines me
Only the essence of my heart and my healing creed
Who am I
Hum…ask me that after you’ve read and dined on my desirable lines
CODE RED
I just donned my scrubs when my pager beeped
Looked down, umm, my handsome surgeon must be in need of me
I go and scrub my hands
For a face to face quicken mental romance... |
Code Blue Please Release Me The Nurse And The Doctor
A close relationship morning, noon, into the night
Quelling life’s ills to make you anew is the passion of our plight
He says, and I willingly do
Healing properties of passionate expectancy we provide through and through
Words of compassion, from a deep baritone voice
A nurse at his side a twosome fitting of choice
However, when the doctor is away
The nurse puts on her silk stockings, stilettos, silk lingerie and yearns to play
You have a fever, I have the cure
Out of your clothes that’s for sure
Code Blue
Nurse K., this is not your typical flu
I walked into the triage examination room preparing myself
A handsome man laying supine, forehead populated with tiny beads of sweat
I looked down
A sheet resting over his muscular upper torso, without a hospital gown
Nurse, I accidentally swallowed two small pills by mistake
I assumed it was medicine... |
The Chronicles Of Being Sapiosexual
I am doing some research on something totally unrelated, and I came upon the characteristic of someone who identifies themselves as being Sapiosexual. This is the second time I have heard of this word, so I thought I would explore its depth. No, this is not me, I base my standards upon, however, for the poem to make any sense at all, I had to fortunately place myself in a Sapiosexual person's pair of Vera Wang Stilettoes
If you speak to me gently with words I like
I will gently creep into your brain will all my might
I’m what they call Sapiosexual
Nothing about me is ever perceptual or conceptual
Could it be I have everything I need
Money, looks, education, with an empty hearted feed
Mental sex is my fulfilling creed
Sentiments from your brain, makes me weak as I emotional bleed
Sex crazed with such a tender twi... |
I’m All Yours
Swirl your famished hunger my love
Ever so gently over my toes
Interweaving the tip of your eager tongue
Between the spaces of its existence
Snail pacing your eager tongue up my inner thigh
Mm… to the waiting parcel of my sacred rose
Palming the cushion of my buttocks
Inhaling the essence of my savory scent
Trickles of me settling unmercifully on your lips
Drawing me closer unto the depth of your feast
Oh, sweet mercy, the fixation of your oral hibernation
Worshipping within the pools of your fetish
... |
Late Night Booty Call
New York
11:00pm
Ring Ring
As my telephone sings
Can I come over
Hum…I don’t know
Too late, I’m stepping out my Land Rover
Whose There
Sexual Healing now walking up your condo stairs
Then yes you may
Licking my lips in anticipation of our bondage sexual foreplay
Have thong off you know I can’t stay
First ease your tongue down low, and lick my yoni real slow
Flip me over, plummet the tip, then all your loving deep inside me, like you know
Mm...Oh God….I’m addictive to your pearly flow
Cum inside me again then you can go
Baby my time is ticking
Now time for another torpedo stickin... |
The Virgin Poet
Can you be so kind and take off the remaining attire for me
A naughty showing in all my bare essence once this red bra drops way past my knees
I’m drawn to a handsome poet no who maintenances about
It’s like an addiction to draw upon his naked canvas with my sultriness no doubt
Mm…more of his girth inches to feel inside as he’s ramming the inner core of my mind in the dark
My yoni getting wetter with his mental strokes, feening for him to complete me like a work of art
His hands upon my temple, his lips coveting my silken south
Words of passion, lust, ecstasy floating from his mouth
Submitting me to his smooth lines no one has ever heard about, his caramel coated words
Seducing me with his hushed poetic stanzas, psyche-to psyche fusing, blending, moistening thoughts ... |
A Fifty Shades Of Grey Moment
Mm, it’s time for a Fifty Shades of Grey Moment
Mind, body, heart, and soul, gratification of its true components
I hurry to disrobe
Moments such as this happens around the globe
In the bed alone as I lay
Did I say
A woman’s private toy of pleasure
Silent moans of release from its measure
Hand to vibrator stroking private parts
Cone shaped dome humming away in the dark
Duel, high powered, my body gyrating under a slow intensity
A breast cuddled, one hand worshiping my secret garden without mental density
Climax on the way
A beautiful alone time to play
And today is my birthday
I woke up like this
And yes, I’m a Miss.
My handsome Boo at work so he can’t taste or hit this
What’s a girl to do
To drive away my horny blues
I lay upon my silken sheets
Reaching in my image archive to cerebra... |
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