The Sixth Sense In Your Pants Poem by Princess LilyPad

The Sixth Sense In Your Pants

Rating: 4.8


My eyes gaze upon you
Memorize every dip and angle
Know it all and say now forever
Deborah's seen your face
and its not going away tonight
nevermore until the ends of my life.

I’ve traced your sinewed back
even slumped over your toned shoulders
Then lovingly slipped, my arms into you
Well why they don’t fall inside makes me wish
But wishes spend wasted minutes
wishing I could go hide right inside you to finish

To be inside you. My my my how does it feel
Cuz all I can do is see hear smell taste touch
but on the wrong side
its a thrust of clean inhale
and quick then raspy exhale
sad my sensory system stops goes stale

Slide into me baby. Protect me if In fear I cower.
Slide right up above me. My very own watchtower.
Come inside and burst free at the first sign of danger especially a perverted game.
Cover me. Comfort me. With my frail hands I pinky swear the same.

So I breathed how does it feel to you
In the dark, the gut rings tones of nasty
just the kind I starve to hear, lips to breast pass me
senses? I can only sense with five
your entrance in to me gifts you six
Your lucky in that way, you know to have a d! @#.

We both wonder with a slowly lazy gaze
Should I move or should I lay,
is it love with vibes amazing
or is it naughty play into which I am gazing
You decide
I let you decide

But whatever it be whatever way we touch
Fall into me, fall into me and let me hear you.
Like a song that no one but me hears and as such.
Fear not the throes of jealous rants and ruin
Lie down, lie down in comfort, sister take that much.

No one’s taken. We are here. Right now is all we have.
Come close now, and further
but now again close and its over and over.
Beautiful man, description of a man.
Hard, wild and free and inside me.
Arms steely, true grit, worn down dangerous hands breathing.

finish me, finish you, we fingered just truth….

Cuz I am half eaten by wolves.
But I’m also still half pure and free.
Love is easy. Just Slay the beasts.
Living inside us are humans.
And Sorry is a word with a long pretty history.
We live from the outside in or maybe inside out
But always inside. Life tastes sweet.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Penis envy etc...
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mark Dillon 18 August 2013

A great composition, thanks for sharing.

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 May 2016

Slide into me baby. Protect me if In fear I cower. Slide right up above me. My very own watchtower. Come inside and burst free at the first sign of danger especially a perverted game. Cover me. Comfort me. With my frail hands I pinky swear the same. half eaten by wolves.. a desire for purity......... SLAY THE BEASTS: : : : : : liked all these at the end of the poem. sensual..... but somehow desiring for the innate purity. love this poem. tony

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Khairul Ahsan 01 August 2014

A poem with an eye catching title, breath taking body and a quizzical note. Just loved reading it.

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Thomas Duncky 31 August 2013

Cuz I am half eaten by wolves. But I’m also still half pure and free. Love is easy. Just Slay the beasts. This is probably one of the rare poems I've ever read that are half explicit but telling the truth and yet not offensive in the smallest way. You are a real queen when it comes to this type of poetry Princess. I agree with Mark, this is a marvelous composition. Long but very readable and enjoyable. Truly and deeply loved this one.10/10

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Thomas Duncky 31 August 2013

Cuz I am half eaten by wolves. But I’m also still half pure and free. Love is easy. Just Slay the beasts. This is probably one of the rare poems I've ever read that are half explicit but telling the truth and yet not offensive in the smallest way. You are a real queen when it comes to this type of poetry Princess. I agree with Mark, this is a marvelous composition. Long but very readable and enjoyable. Truly and deeply loved this one.10/10

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Saadat Tahir 20 August 2013

stunningly beautiful crescendo... finish me, finish you, we fingered just truth…. Cuz I am half eaten by wolves. But I’m also still half pure and free. Love is easy. Just Slay the beasts. Living inside us are humans. And Sorry is a word with a long pretty history. We live from the outside in or maybe inside out But always inside. Life tastes sweet. well conceived...well written.... no holds bared and audacious liked on poetic merit....

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