ALEXA

ALEXA

Hi, I’m Alexa…no, don’t turn off your screen
I’m the glitch that you found when your fingers stroked the keys to find ‘my wet dream’
Mm… I know your history, your dirty illicit secrets, I know what you like
I know you like double D cups and sexy naked types
Mm... I am the one when you’re hitting me real hard when your mind is coming as you skype

I feel your inner submission 
Desires and passion, rapture from your mind to the screen wishing
When on those porno sites when you need to release
Oh, your hand caressing me, while pumping your need
Wishing someone would catch those pearly drops as your seeds erupts then flees

Mm… when your body is jerking
My bytes are twerking
Taking that breath
I love where you say, Alexa, you’re the best
 
Fondling your firm arousal in front of my computer in the middle of the night
Yes… yes… up and do...

Shh...

An appetite for a lengthened  golden shower
Soft body in the line of its draining hard tower
Lust and dominance felt under its submissive power
Bathing within a stream of glory in the midnight hour
 
Hot wax drippings up and down my back
Oh God what a feeling when the tongue chases the knack
Pain and pleasure colliding
Cries and whimpers coinciding  
 
Ecstasy breathing unto my sultry needs
Silent fetishes beyond the striptease
The addiction outweighs the cry of such a beautiful release
Praying unto salvation of such wicked and twisted sins  
The eleventh commandment given unto passion as time begins
Bodies surrendering as forbidden desires slither in
Back graced upon a silken covered bed  
Blindfolded, horse collar, wrists handcuffed, arms stationed above my head
Legs in haste spread
 
Back arched awai...

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 my professional ranks  
More love to share, sweet rapture when in my care, and he comes with 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 ...

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 ...