Sulong Erotica

in a world of unknowns

2012-01-17T17:22:00.001-08:00

Miss L in the morning

2011-11-23T17:52:00.000-08:00

Madame L to you in the evening

two lovers meet again

2011-07-25T03:20:00.000-07:00

close your eyes

rest your bottom on my thighs

point your lips to the skies

as i whisper physical lies

puffer sniffer

2011-05-30T06:42:00.001-07:00

to be a kite

2011-05-25T05:26:00.000-07:00

when i grow up
i want to be a kite
i would fly high
i would fly to the light

i would wave my tail in all directions
for everyone to see
i would stoop down fast
i would thrust up with glee

happiness would be mine
if i am a kite
i would fly and look down
on cleavages of teens with delight

when my mind sleeps

2011-02-21T16:57:00.000-08:00

i will tongue

i will finger

i will thrust deep

even go into the other hole

on a great pilgrimage to your spirit

to make love with your soul

today i'm gonna write

2010-12-21T22:35:00.000-08:00

to the mistress, from a servant boy

2010-12-16T16:53:00.000-08:00

on your hills i wallow
and down to your mound
myself i burrow
tell me 'please dont stop,
taste my mango & pray on my grotto'
lay with me tonight

for the devil may take tomorrow

excerpt from a letter found hidden under a pot in the middle of a monastery garden

T_E

2010-11-25T06:47:00.000-08:00

He takes of the white sheet that envelops your body

You are supine and naked - He is clothed in darkness

His fingers travel from your forehead

Tracing the bridge of your nose

It continues to run through your neck

Stops in that soft spot just below your sternum

His left hand lays flat on your stomach

His right hand brings in the scalpel

He slices through that soft spot

Creates an incision two inch in length

He slowly climbs on top of you

The table becomes a bed for two

He holds his organ - veins are pumping

Places it near the incision

He enters the wound

An intense pleasure races inside him

It was warmer than he thought

It was a different feeling - he goes deeper

He pushes his hips closer to your chest

Your esophagus rubs on his organ

He cant fight the urge - He penetrates more

This is the closest he gets to your heart

He feels your lungs licking his organ

Like a smooth wet tongue

As he reaches his peak, he moves harder

So hard

Your ribs crack

Your thorax bend

Your intestines eviscerate

His last push pins your chest on the table

Your diaphragm overflows with cum

The world changes - the clock ticks 10 pm

He sutures the wound with fine dexterity

He washes your body

You are pure as a diamond

Tomorrow is a big day

For both him and you

You will be laid to rest

And he

Will lead the sermon

11-26-2010

Petroleum Jelly

2010-08-24T01:05:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I

painted my nails bright red,

braided my unkempt strands of copper-colored hair,

dipped my pale fingers

into that tub of petroleum

and felt how moist and warm

the jelly was.

Lingered for a few seconds,

got lost in the dampness for a moment,

made small circles around the Vaseline

and finally

dab a little of it

into my parched lips.

Parted them both

for a tinge of my magenta lipstick.

In front of the mirror,

I saw

two folds of flesh in the dark,

glistening as one.

4 points

2010-08-18T21:48:00.000-07:00

from Break

2010-08-10T08:01:00.000-07:00

He thrust without guilt, going deep on the first lunge, severing, severe, within, underneath, reaching those little, fragile places I knew existed but was uncertain as to where until his first cut, deeper, hurting like healing would never come, irrevocably destroyed, I struggled to hold on to anything intact, shifting on hard surfaces, wooden drawers, metal knob, the length of his back while he goes deeper, piercing through, slicing me from below, before withdrawing—

suddenly a gap, an absence—

then back again, a plunge, a pain never quite complete, ebbing farther, fragments of me scattered inside, fragments I could never reclaim again once he is gone, once the rupture and rapture become hazy, cerebral, regressing as ideas, afterthoughts, along with the endless tastes of our bodies, clay, copper, earth, iron, musk, salt, smoke, along with knots, tangles, moans, aliases, repositions, throbs, shoves, friction, sweat, euphoria, along with my sudden death. There was heaven. I looked up, and the light exploded.

North to Smoked Stories

2010-08-02T23:41:00.000-07:00

I will write about trains and how their wrecks
turn into flecks of bronze between your eyelids
When we found each other in shades of disorder
And tangled arms and tangled legs
Roped themselves towards a common end

I will write about how once, the travesas
Turned into your backbone, pliant and arched
And how our mouths let off steam, careening
To unknown regions, North to smoked stories
Telling us that May should have died, and us along with it
Southern, where we burned the maps that told us
Where to stop our abandonment

But mostly, I will write about how we passed several lifetimes
before this, of grasslands that blurred on such short a course
and that side by side, we become oblivious to rushing
without fear, And each other
even when the earth intrudes our stares

This morning, the day called to us
Slipping underneath our feet
Lost to schedules, visions of passage

We have missed it long before it left

Untitled Biga Part 2

2010-07-20T22:07:00.000-07:00

Na-a bay baho ang tuhos?
Kay kung na-a, ma-o na
Akong baho karon.

Gi gusla og nag libido kining
Akong huna-huna,
Ni kamang og ni lapos kini
Sa mga bintana sa akong kwarto.

Dayun,
Nag hinay-hinay og kana-og,
Hantud sa walay katapusan
Sa kinig malapukon ko na kasing-kasing.

Nagawasan ako
Kining kalinaw, kalma ra kaayo
Sa pag-tanaw nako mamatay nako
Nahan nako mamatay
Kaingon kog inig kamatay nako,
Malipay ako, sa kining
Kwarto kong puno og biga,

Gi bantayan kining tinagoan,
Pero kining walay pahibalo sa kalisang
Mao ni, sad, imong
Mabuhat, parehas nako
Parehas natong tanan
Kining atong tinago-an,
Dapat ato na ipagawas

By: Nicko Real

Untitled Biga

2010-07-20T22:04:00.000-07:00

common now little girl, blow me dry
can't get enough of it?
don't let it go
take me into your mouth
thats it,
wanna feel the heat?

wanna take it deeper?
down where it belongs
can i explode now?
seriously?
can i?
your good,
maybe you can milk my bone
some other time i guess?

hey, where are you going?
im not done yet
i wanna have a pussy trip
wanna travel into it
juicy little pearl
providence of a curl

wow, you got a bush up here
clit licking...
climaxing?
how soon?
tell me?
i can hear you...
loud moans...
uggh...
now, how does that feel?

By: Nicko Real

Scripts in my Sheets

2010-07-20T21:59:00.000-07:00

The scripts on my sheets
Are made upon your blood
Every time my hand touches your skin
It reaches back again

These stains
Are made of your skin
Hands touch one another
Limbs drawn apart come closely together

The trails of love juice
That drips from my organization
Seeing it
Invites myself from you

Eye to eye
Closely as you flinched your eye
The thrust of my body
In harmony with yours,

The ink that made this scripts
Now forgotten,
It now stands blurry
'Cause the salt washed it away

By: Nicko Real

Utog Sa Ubos

2010-04-07T19:37:00.000-07:00

Nagdala ug Kalintura

ang akong utog sa ubos

Gisingotan ko ug pag ayo

dala niining kainit sa akon lawas

Nangita ug buslot

ang akong utog sa ubos

panit na aslom na parat

na mukirug kung tilapan

Gahinay hinay ug suksok

ang akong utog sa ubos

Gakamang pasulod

Samtang gakumot ug mansanitas

Gabugsay ug sulod gawas

ang akong utog sa ubos

gakumot, gakambras, gabag-id

ug.. ug.. ug.. nibuto najud.

Nagdala ug Kalintura

ang akong utog sa ubos

2009-12-25T16:10:00.000-08:00

Basa nga Papel

Sa lugar sang kalinong
Imo lang mabati.an ang hagogol sang mga ginhawa
Kung sa diin sila nagala-ot sang hangin nga pwedy magabot
Ukon basi sa mga laway nalang sila naga sige ka kapyot

Miskan sa diin nalang nga lugar, ukon bangga naga padayon
Miskan ga pa tindog nga posisyon pwedy sa gihapon
mga pisti nga kalipay, sila naga laplapanay
nga daw mga uhaw sa priska nga unod kag gutom sa panit nga mahamot

Para sa ila ang bilog nga syudan katri sang kadamakan
Sa ila ligwa ang kasal-anan kag ang kadungulan
Sa ila hampangan lang ang mga mahumok nga kalawasan
Kay sa ila ang pag painit amo ang bulong sa magal-om nga kalibutan

Daw kanami lantawon sang amo ni nga syudad
Wala away kag ang katawhay lng ang imo ma pyaran
Kay ang tanan maalwan
Sa imo pa-ihatag ang ila kalawasan

Imoral man sila lantawon sa aton mga mata nga harapon
Pero amo ining lugar nga aton tanan gina handom
Indi talang mabaton sa aton katawhanon
Ukon indi talang gusto tawgon nga isa ka manyakon

Pero ang ining pagdamgo sa sulod sang kalayo
Makapaso kag makahalapdi sa mata ang mga luha sang paghuna-huna
Kay kabublay mag sagi ka damgo kag mag paminsar
Labi nagd kung ang ara sa tubangan nga naga sikang-kang..ang maestro mo nga imo gina bakuyan

Words by Ayzee Alvarez

Artwork by Nonon Yee

lisay sa bugan

2009-12-05T23:17:00.001-08:00

nagkabug-at ang kahilom.
ug maundanon ang pagkahagsa
sa imong gininhawa.

kay nipatighaya kanato ang kalibotan,
maong dalikyaton ko paghangop
ang kapunggion nga lanot sa gutlo.

asa ko man ipahimutang
ang gahunob mong pagbati?
unsaon ko pagbakwi ang gasungsong
nga panganti sa hubag mong wait?
kapila ko man hamagon
ang pag-ikid sa libuhan ka agulo?

ang matag pangaliya mapihing
inig ka pikas sa tumang kauhaw.

-- Adonis Durado
http://www.mubongtsinelas.blogspot.com/

love at first prick

2009-11-23T00:05:00.000-08:00

and she laughs—
sickly and sweet;
saunters silkenly,
holy down your highway;
tears up her skirt,
cracks up a dance;
to taunt and to tease—
tear you out your wits

oh she crackles—
and you crack;
bones break,
burning and barking
mad;
boiling your brain a soft
gooey goo –
flushable, edible
straight down the loo.

and she sings—
close your eyes,
hear her sing;
lull you sick,
lull you sweet;
loose your marbles
bit by bit

and she laughs—
hoarse as a whore’s,
wild as a child’s;
close your eyes,
close your eyes;
swirl round and round
her rasping, lilting
hurtling lullabye

so whatever happened to you out there?

2009-11-19T07:53:00.000-08:00

they asked.

and i said, "Everything."

;)

you and Geo

2009-10-10T01:29:00.000-07:00

*

those hands of yours i love them,
like how calloused they've been through
time and whenever i see your stories
every moment we draw circles with our tongues
on each other's palms.
it's when i let those fingers run my face that
i feel how it so be adored, tender and wild.

those hands of yours, i love them,
like how we hold pans and mixing bowls and
let our waistlines do the talking as we
cook things and stories in the kitchen.
then, we consume all that is cooked, and all
that is raw.

these hands of mine, know the Geography of your
abdomen and chest, that your stomach are Spanish walls
and your collarbone tastes like Brazil.
these hands of mine found the best post-orgasm spot
in the world, and that is your chin, held so soft
between them,

then we kiss to the music of our souls
and our bodies fall to sleep, bare, whole.
and yes, in the middle of the night i catch you
taking photos of my face, asleep

and so the morning will catch us awake,
making out with the sound of the rain from the North
making love, forgetting if it's the fifth or the fourth.
*

the tides, part 6

2009-09-23T02:45:00.000-07:00

Note : The following is an original story by the author. While he believes in the idea of intertextuality, he is also a firm believer of the concept of intellectual property, and will invoke his rights under the Copyright Law to the full extent, should his story be subjected to acts of plagiarism.
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In the end, the light from their bedside lamp could not compete. It grew paler with each passing moment, as the warm glow of tangled hearts and limbs slowly lit up the room, throwing frenzied shadows along the walls. The old airconditioner nearly broke down with the rising heat, and the green curtains turned yellow with envy. In the aftermath, their once-pristine sheets lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, drenched in sweat. Clem’s head remained buried, deep in Theo’s chest; his ears still throbbed in unison with Theo’s heartbeat, when he heard him ask—

“Why did you say hi?”

“Huh?”

Clem looked up, struggling to see Theo’s face through sweaty eyebrows, as his eyes still stung from the sweat. He just closed them and listened to Theo’s voice, as it went on—

“At the party, when we first met. Why did you say hi?”

Clem knew at once. It wasn’t a question that demanded answers. It was a question asked in dreamy tones, in a voice that only Theo can deliver, in a perfect mix of wonder and innocence. They have played at it for as long as he could remember, and this would be the time when they would lie side by side, facing each other, to look into each other’s eyes—

“Oh, that question again?” A teasing look would erupt upon Clem’s eyes, cascading like dazzling fireworks in a cloudless night sky.

“I just needed to be sure”.

“To be sure of what?”

“That you did not confuse me with someone else, hehe.” At this point, Theo’s hands would already be running through Clem’s hair, picking up a bunch of strands to twirl delicately through his fingers, ever delighting with their silken smoothness.

“Why would I take you for somebody else? Did I look like I confused you with somebody else that night?”

“No, I just...”

“Shh... no need to talk, then.”

Fevered kisses in lamplight.

“But you’re a matinee idol, and I’m just one of the regular guys”.

“Who says you’re regular? You’re the most special person in my life”.

behind the covers

2009-09-10T19:48:00.000-07:00

for behind the covers

he wrapped her in his arms so tight

she felt the thoughts of his brain

the beating of his heart

the hardness of his desire

so electric

so wonderful

---

from the erotic writings of Claire

2009-08-31T21:54:00.001-07:00

hold your breath and take my hand,
let me roll you on that golden sand

as we make love, i'll watch the sea in your eyes,
in the glow where the silver moon dies

2009-08-31T21:53:00.000-07:00

let us move me closer to creation

with your vaginal excretion

and my penile explosion

and make beautiful works of art

as colors of ecstasy

envelope your body

bundak

2009-07-25T21:35:00.000-07:00

-

sa pagbundak sang ulan
ang imo mahumok nga kamot ginakahidlawan
arang,pagdakup mo sa akon nga liog
pagdilap, pag puron puron nga daw man-og
sa atop gadalhay ang kabasa sang langit
daw balhas nimo nga sa akon hita, nagahapit
ginapiyong ang hunahuna sa kada daguob
daw imo mga ugayong kag hinay nga ngurob.

sa pagbundak sang ulan
ginakahidlawan ko ang imo ulonan
kag ang pagkalam sang akon tutunlan
samtang ginahimas mo ang imo atubangan.

-

Sa ilalom sa tugkaran

2009-07-21T19:11:00.000-07:00

Ulahing tayhop para mamatay ang kandila,

Agiik sa kawayang salog sa kada tamla.

Mga lakang sa tiil nagdahunog,

Gagmay'ng hunghong gapaningog.

Dayon silang duha mibuklad sa banig ug habol,

Tagingting sa bakos nga giwakli mikagulkol.

Pitik sa panty ug pantalon ang misunod

Mga ngabil nga gapanikla sa kada sakyod

Gamay nga syagit nilabaw sa tunga

Ligid-ligid sila, mura'g walay ugma

Duha ka lawas nagka-hi-usa,

Mga agayay gahinayhinay ug dugwa.

Uyog sa mga haliging gasagiik,

Nagkakusog, mura'g naay mubusdik.

Uyog sa payag miabot sa kusina,

Kagilkil mga plato, tinidor ug kutsara.

Sa tukna nga hapit na sila mahuman

Ako, nga dia sa ilalom sa tugkaran,

mihinayhinay ug tindog para dili makit-an.

Apan sa wa damhang panghitabo

ang bugsay nga gisandig,

nahulog patubang sa akong ulo.

balak ni gongong

----

this poem as the author puts it, is a parody of kikit's When two become one and he meant it to be comical and amusing.

When two become one

2009-07-15T19:39:00.000-07:00

Lamplit cozy room
Inviting soft bed
Comfy sexy ambiance
Perfect ecstatic moment

Tender yearning gazes
Ticklish exciting whispers
Warm intimate cuddles
Gentle wandering touches

Stripped abandoned clothes
Sweet torrid kisses
Twisted possessive tongues
Inflamed naked bodies

Wild explored art
Low arousing moans
Expressed passionate feelings
United elated souls

Aah, love!

Scribbled by kikit

kung moutog ang balak

2009-07-07T23:25:00.000-07:00

ang balak, kung moutog, di magsaba.
daw may kaugalingong hunahuna,
di kini mananghid kung mosaludar
ngadto sa ka labong sa panganod,
ngadto sa ugdo sa kabungturan,

ngadto sa liki sa bugan sa pangpang.
usahay, motuskig lang kini og tuyo
ug di moilag dapit o panahon –
kung moutog kini, hala moutog kini,
bahalag di bilangkaran sa higayon.

-- Adonis Durado

lust and sensuality

2009-07-06T22:09:00.000-07:00

tonight my beautiful lover

let me soak your skin with lust

like water on paper

& on your clit head i'll pound

my tongue hammer

art by nonon

SIMPLE FUCKING SHIT!

2009-06-20T01:52:00.000-07:00

Fucking shit! Fucking Shit!
You fuck me like a shit!

PF. post-fuck. passion=filth.

2009-06-17T00:22:00.000-07:00

*

the holes in me have found their
mischievous purposes through your fingers.
we destroy the line between

passionate
and
filthy.

passionate:

like
uhm, when, you sweep my breasts with the
flex of your tongue and the tenderness
of your palms

when you close your eyes as you slid into mine
and you sword the kingdom between my thighs.

when you stare at me when i cum and you,
y o u
smell my shoulders as i fall back on the sheets,
to retain such post-coitus bliss.

filthy:

oh fuck like how you tear yum and pain apart
by eating my seed down there. oh shit, oh shit
like how i wet your inches with my mouth
deep throat. so deep that i almost choke.
oh glorious fuck!
like how we warmed up the cold bathroom tiles
when you banged me on the wall
on my first, heavy
menstrual night.

( )

2009-06-04T18:11:00.000-07:00

(na(adik) (ko)g (pare)nthesis)
(di (na) ko ka(pugong) og gamit)
(mora kinig hag(aw)h(aw) sa t(itik)
sa tsis(musa)ng ((((nag)pa)hi)pi))
((pugaran) sa itl(o)g nga pul(o)ng)
(((matryosh(kang(mo)ni)ka)ng)linya)
((kibot)(kibot) sa (pag(duha)(duha))
o ga(usab)(usab) nga (huna)(huna))
(ug kinsay dili (hisalikwa((ut))gan)
kung s(ipit)an (ku(mo)ton) niini
d(uha) ka inosent(eeeee)ng tuldok)

( . ) ( . )

-- Adonis Durado

tagu-tago

2009-05-28T20:08:00.000-07:00

tagu-tago ta.
ikay tago, akoy hago.
ikay hipos sa imong kaugalingon,
akoy pangita sa kalag nga moluhag.
usa, duha, tulo…
basta ang sabot kung hisakpan,
way syagitay… way pyaitay
inig tiklo nako nimo luyo sa parador,
mohurar ka ngadtos way purol.

-- Adonis Durado

I'l be there

2009-05-14T00:55:00.000-07:00

I will long and wish to hold you
...close and near,

And when you're there
...I’ll be waiting - I’ll be here.

.
.
.

see more of my artworks at blographics

united

2009-05-13T19:11:00.000-07:00

take me...
feel me...
and be united with me

summer cake

2009-05-13T00:15:00.000-07:00

*
if there is something very poetic
that could vividly describe

"yummy nirvana"

it would have to be
your very face,

the moment you
slowly stab your hardness

into my longing

melting
crust

and the whole place
shakes

turns into

a giant oven

and we're these little girl
and little boy

licking everything
every piece
every crumb

even the after-taste
in our fingers

aaaahhhhmmmm...

*

guiding light

2009-05-12T18:56:00.000-07:00

pillow come to me

2009-05-06T23:07:00.000-07:00

the adventures of maria

2009-04-27T18:36:00.000-07:00

the annunciation the ascension the assumption

bonded soul

2009-04-22T07:49:00.000-07:00

You look at me

I look at you
And it's like a natural rhythm
We dance the same music that only the two of us can hear
Our souls bonded into one

2009-04-20T19:30:00.000-07:00

let me hold you all day

let me kiss you every hour

let me thrust in you every second

till our love juices turn sour

rubber-ducky

2009-04-10T22:57:00.000-07:00

I reach for my bed posts as you plunge
Your head between my legs, bobbing—
Like my rubber-ducky, i turn; yellow with fever.

love ballad

2009-04-06T23:17:00.000-07:00

included in our behind closed doors exhibit

midnight voodoo

2009-04-06T18:56:00.000-07:00

Midnight strikes. The witching hour begins.

You are in a darkened room filled with tight, glistening bodies. the lone light bulb is in a losing battle with the thick steam that clouds the mind, and heightens the senses. Sweat mingles with heat, heat mingles with intent. You are all three, now: sweat, heat and intent; as you find yourself the pulsating center of that tiny room filled with bodies drenched with lust.

A hand slowly tugs at you from under the covers of your towel; its cadence slowly sending sparks across your body as you moan that first moan. Fingers work your chest, bringing your nipples to the right amount of hardness. Moist lips flutter around your neck and your arms. You arch your back and stare into the mist; it hovers, observing the spectacle below; with you sprawled in royal adoration by your subjects. It hangs suspended, readying itself it seems, for the great dive. A hand grapples with your towel, loosening its hold along your waist—in seconds it will lie limp on the tiled floor; in seconds, higher rituals will commence.

You feel tongues now, playing in the hard, sloping grounds of your chest; rivers of saliva run copiously and freely on your thighs. The mists have come down now, playful, staring at you directly in the eye. It stings. You close your eyes for a moment to hold your ground. Until now this grey entity have not revealed its intents to you—is it another one of your admirers, or another queen bee in this damp and dreary place? Slowly, you open your eyes in time to see the mists parting; deliberately it seems, to reveal the faces of your ardent slaves. Not exactly of prince charming’s ilk; but more like heaving ogres readying for the kill.

In your mind you scream silent screams.

Clock strikes five minutes past midnight. You walk out of the darkened room with the flickering light bulb, still breathing.

big bang theory

2009-04-02T20:49:00.000-07:00

let us move me closer to creation

with your vaginal excretion

and my penile explosion

and make beautiful works of art

as colors of ecstasy

envelope your body

2009-04-02T17:59:00.000-07:00

the only integrating i'm gonna do
is when i jab my cum filled shaft on you

say yes

2009-03-31T19:17:00.000-07:00

ghosts in the mist

2009-03-29T23:29:00.001-07:00

The steam floats like an eerie ghost blanketing you in the gloom. Behind you a lone light bulb flickers, red and unsteady. You squint a little to adjust your eyes; and in the corners of the room, out of the mists, gray figures emerge—huddled like crows drenched in rain, along tiled benches. You shiver. In excitement and anticipation. A lump thickens in your throat, like when you ready yourself for your first sip of black coffee. A hand tugs at you from behind, feeling your waist, brushing past the towel draped so precariously on it. you look behind you to find yourself drawn to the eyes attached to the hands; to that wicked smile that seem to say, “tag, you’re it”. you smile back. He says “wanna go up?” you let him lead you, out of the room of gray ghosts, up, toward that room of sliding adjacent doors. You walk past across endless stares, across vultures perched on their imaginary branches, sizing up each other til the first one gives in. you hear a sudden click and you realize, you are shut in with him--the owner of the hand that tugged at you, closing the sliding door. You clear your throat of that lump, and you fumble for words; while he, smiling still, pulls you free of your towel into his own nakedness.

further down the field

2009-03-29T20:57:00.000-07:00

corns

2009-03-20T00:31:00.000-07:00

2009-03-19T00:51:00.001-07:00

2009-03-04T17:57:00.000-08:00

i plunged my sword to the fairy mound

when nobody but the fairy was around

when you are sexless

2009-02-04T21:26:00.000-08:00

agulo: ang balak sa bule

2009-01-27T01:44:00.000-08:00

ug matag gutlo
sa kada sagunto
ikaw ug ako
moagulo

moagulo
mo agulo

mo
agu
lo

magul-an

sampak
sa imong bugan
ug akong
bugan
sa imong dughan
ug akong dughan

imong bugan akong dughan
imong dughan akong bugan

kainit
kayat
kuryente!

dagayday
sa kada ngilit

ug ang kainit
sa kada piit

mamilit
makapahiwi

MAKAPASINGGIT!

magsangyaw
sa himaya

daw langit

langitnong
himaya

kay langitnon
ang dila

subay
sa kandiis

subay
sa sampot

subay
sa kandiis
sa sampot

lahos
sa kigol
sa kibot

lahos

sa kahibulongan

nagawsan
gigawsan
gawsanan

sa
ikaw
ug ako

kay
ikaw
ug ako

kahibulongan

lahos
sa tinubdan

sa way kaugahang

sapa

ang imong bisong

kay kitang duha
magul-anon

Once

2009-01-22T18:47:00.000-08:00

The coldness of the night can not harbour
The bodily heat emitting between us
Your voice alone resonate shivers of longing
The more I want to feel you
Inside you

Your body so close, glistening in sweet sweat
In satisfaction
Bemoaning the pleasure
Sweet as your eager lips that want to be caressed

Swaying in motion with the night
Rhythm of flesh against flesh
A mixture of sweat and saliva
Of pure ecstasy

The power of you and me
Of you on me and me in you
Our hunger for each other, insatiable
As the night blankets us from prying eyes
While the stars grow envy of our oneness

Candles burning, lighting our midst
Our bodies glisten like golden twirls
As we are, for tomorrow we won't be

just between our eyes

2009-01-16T19:01:00.000-08:00

your eyes tell me
you still want more

of my creamy

so cream me dry
cream me more

make my eyes
scream for more

flying trapeze

2009-01-11T05:23:00.000-08:00

body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
lying in this bed
with one goal in my head
body 2 body

cheek 2 cheek

make you come
service you w/ my tongue
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
our bodies burning
stark naked in this four by four air conditioned room
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
two souls soaring

reaching the highest peak
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
you asked me to stop
i thrust more
you begged me to go faster
until you gushed and you roared
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
time has passed by
its time to move on
you suggested another position
a new one we could call our own.

- RaMiNi

lovekosibangz.blogspot.com

the tryst

2008-12-25T19:27:00.000-08:00

amidst these boxes, stacked and labeled--
things owned and quietly forgotten;
amidst these dingy walls and forlorn floors,
and cobwebs gingerly hanging

we jostle and tumble, hungry and heaving--
thigh slide on thigh, hurried and clamping;
dribbling shallow breaths, back and forth
back and forth; yours to mine, mine to yours

tongues grope, thrust and flick,
eyelids fluttering quick;
backs arch, and buttocks glide,
bee stings blossom on backsides

we rise and ebb with the flood of our sweat,
rolling ruggedly on the dust carpet
of the stone-cold floor, as we fall asleep
caked with mud, as midnight creep.

ride all you can

2008-12-15T16:04:00.000-08:00

slowly
I climbed on top
you want me to take charge
you told me
I will love it too
like perpendicular lines
we met at a common point
now feel how wet
the road is
do you still want to let go?

here comes the roar
followed by a grinding
screech
faster,deeper
legs weakening
hips swaying
to our bodies' beats
trembling in ecstasy
your fingers play
with the main
button
please don't stop

i promise I'll be a good girl
I'll push and thrust
like never before
oh my
carousels
merry-go-rounds
bump cars
roller coaster
ferris wheels
and in this confusion of
soaked sheets
and carvival-like rides
let's ride-all-you-can
until it's time to
come

in remembrance

2008-12-12T20:36:00.000-08:00

my sheets burst in flames
as we crackled like firecrackers
lighting up the gloom

in the silence of our cooling bodies
i planted a delicate kiss
on your nape, eyes closed

uttering a silent prayer
for each sweat-soaked thread
tasting all things stale and bitter-sweet

now in cinders

like flame on my tongue

2008-12-08T07:53:00.001-08:00

twenty wintry May
summers simmered me
to arctic coldness;
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste--
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth,
like flame on my tongue
dancing;
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished
or released;
swirling,
fiery like whip,
billowing
inside me
devouring me--
a saliva slave,
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious
drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin,
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing;
'neath my yellow arctic
moon melting,
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue

cuntemporary

2008-11-29T05:43:00.000-08:00

2008-11-26T19:36:00.000-08:00

"Passion makes the world go round.
Love just makes it a safer place."

~ ice-T. american musician and actor

gandang likas

2008-11-17T17:34:00.001-08:00

hold me

2008-11-11T07:45:00.000-08:00

2008-10-27T07:56:00.000-07:00

give me your body
i will give you my soul

and all forms of love
we will forever explore

2008-10-19T22:35:00.000-07:00

oh mountains, mountains of wonder. how you give such joy to the adventurous wanderer. as i am enthralled by your very nature, can i take a look at whats in your curvature? i hear water drip and its flowing. will there ever be an end to your magnificent being? and forever i will search and always willing

2008-10-15T18:08:00.000-07:00

have

the heart of a child
the lust of a teen
the stamina of mid 20s man
the technique of a middle aged man
the tongue of an old man

Check-In ta na!

2008-10-15T15:35:00.000-07:00

kung ikaw lumad taga ciudad sa sugbo
mapa-fuente o dalan colon
naglinya ang mga balay pensyon
ngadto sa eskina, labang ka ikaduha
bisan asa kamo maabtan,dili siya problema
usa ka gatos, kinentos, linibo
mapa-short taym lang o sineryoso
didto sa “uptown inns” naay libre pamahaw
apan kadaghanan walay libre bisan sabaw
duko-duko aron dili masakpan
sogo, princecourt ug queensland
nicheck-in si ondong ug inday
"group study" kuno,ilang text ni nanay
ug didto sulod sa kwarto
tibuok gabii hangtod udto
sila gaduwa-duwa ug kalayo..

cockatoo sings the blues

2008-10-13T05:59:00.000-07:00

as i ate my dinner
i smiled at the moon
the luscious wonder winked
i will be full soon

me too i said
and proceeded to
stroke my head
and she blushed

turning white pale
her reflection though
in the water was blue
but kisses never stale

and the cockatoo sang
as i dined on the moon
as she took her fill
on the grassless hill

naked

2008-10-12T21:45:00.000-07:00

i saw her naked

so i close my eyes

..but i still saw her

in my mind.

the devirginization of Maria Clara

2008-10-12T18:15:00.000-07:00

"Strange how when you're young, you have no memories.. Then one day you wake up and BOOM, memories overpower all else in your life, forever making the present moment seem sad & unable to compete w/ a glorious past that now has a life of its own.."

everytime i dunk bloody pads into the rubbish bin, i remember him. which means to say, i remember him one week in a month, for twelve months, then over and over again until i get pregnant or succumb to menopause. i remember him on all the nights i lay there like a dissected amphibian, even if the succeeding dissections weren't as bloody as the first one.

i remember him. and his scalpel more.

--0--

it was april 3, the second day of my menstruation and i had a pad-with-wings on. the friday before that, i had my nails done and legs waxed for graduation. my pubis was mowed too. the latter, i did not for the graduation rites, but for him, and the thing i have been promising to bestow to him as soon as i get my college diploma.

with a venus-necklined purple top on, my day of seduction started with us having medium-rare steak for lunch. it was orgasmic how he stared on my collarbone more than the steak on his plate. but i let him be, because that day, palatability was my middle name.

--0--

right after lunch, he invited me to come and see his hotel room. (come and see and not go out or go home for the next three days, yeah, i knew that). inside, i pulled the sheets up to my neck and pretended to nibble on cheese rings while channel surfing. but my peripheral vision was checking him as he got rid of his shirt and pants.

"one, two, three, four, five, six," i counted the squares on his abs. "seven," adding the lump beneath his boxers. he then knelt down at the side of the bed, and because my mouth was full of cheese rings, bent lower and kissed my inner thighs.

i panicked, i was sure i smelled iron and i told him just that. to my surprise he chuckled, "this time you have to thank Modess, because i smelled eucalyptus." i let out a laugh, which was of course a bad idea because i felt my vagina spurt blood.

"i won't be able to spread my legs for you tonight," i said apologetically.
"why not?" he shared the sheets with me. "my religion does not forbid blood, don't worry."

--0--
he jokingly pasted our diplomas on the dresser while i was on the shower. we just finished putting ice cubes on my abdomen to temporarily stop my bleeding. promoting abdominal contraction was the first lesson in nursing school that we have effectively applied in actual setting.

--0--

at around 3pm, he attempted to go beyond smelling armpits and pinching cellulites. for the first time since my discovery of the word "grope," i realized it was a bit painful verb.

his breath smelled of mint and lust, his voice spoke of mouth-watering in-bed curses like

fcuk,
sh*t,
and b*tch.

i drowned in the smell of shaving cream and shower gel as i buried my nose on the fine lines of his neck. that very hour, i knew i had to to put Nivea Visage on the altar the next time i see one.

and just when i thought that was all of his divinity, i went speechless with the discovery that his tongue could actually make me levitate.

--0--
now, this isn't the part that i'm going to talk about how the scalpel buried beyond the slice because i couldn't remember a thing. what i know is that when it happened, i understood why virginity is precious, and why it should be given only to an object of affection:

"because it is damn so painful to punch a hole through your body and soul and walk the next day with your legs half a meter apart, that only real love can make you tolerate it."

but before each drill stole my consciousness, i can see my college diploma, proudly hanging by the bedside dresser.
--0--

that was monday at three in the afternoon, and the same scenes were played in loop until thursday, five pm. and i wasn't quite sure if the profuse bleeding on my panties was still menstruation.

cum conservation

2008-10-10T04:09:00.000-07:00

there are nights like tonight. where the silence is so defeaning, even the calligraphy of our sighs becomes ear-splitting.

so we succumb to darkness. to what little heat we could satiate each other with. to the rough sense of belongingness my palms feel when it wanders on the carpeted landscape of your chest. to the surge of eureka each time your tongue dies in my belly button. to the undeniable harmony of my claws and your wings.

to my lips and yours.

to the million little earthquakes we make under the sheets.

and that odd fetish of not wanting to waste even a drop of our explosions.

how to undress a woman

2008-10-09T06:02:00.000-07:00

1. take her hand
2. bring her infront of the mirror
3. stand behind her
4. make sure she sees you
5. caress her shoulders
6. if she has long hair, let it down your self
7. move her hair sideways so she can see you plant little kisses on her neck
8. keep stroking her shoulders
9. make the little kisses bigger
10. suck on the back of her neck a little bit
11. trail those kisses all the way to the flesh just below her ear
12. keep stroking her shoulders
13. move your hands slow and lightly all over her skin
14. that is what you should do with your lips too
15. and with the tip of your nose, trace the outer rim of her earlobes
16. and breathe slowly a warm breathe in her ear
17. do not forget to tell her how great she smells
18. make sure the smell of your saliva will not take away her scent
19. with one hand, hold her chin up and reach for the flesh underneath with your tongue
20. slide your hands down all over her waist
21. whatever you do, do not stop kissing her
22. you may pause but the pause should not be more than 8 seconds
23. look at her from the mirror
24. hold her tight and let her feel your pumping heart on her back
25. grab her waist and make her feel how close you are to her
26. unbutton those buttons
27. unzip those zippers
28. unhook the hooks
29. let everything fall down by itself in ryhtmn with her bodily movements
30. remember you are the maestro, without you conducting, there will be no movement from her
31. if the dress is too tight, kneel on her back and rub your cheeks along her butt cheeks
32. wrap your arms around her and press the palm of your hand on her abdomen and rest your head on the curve of her spine
33. gently pull down her dress, but bend her over if you have to

text

2008-10-08T23:37:00.000-07:00

>: hi...
>: halu...
>: gaunza ka?
>: gailis...padung ko duty
>: akoy taod panty gang beh! hehe...
>: mana noon!
>: tsk. tsk...paet!

sept8

2008-10-08T06:58:00.001-07:00

cunning

2008-10-08T06:24:00.000-07:00

here, let me tell you something:

each time i spread my legs,

i multitask.

i practice my future signature

in cursive like the strokes

you do with your tongue

on my other lips.

this,

while my eyeballs play hide and seek

and i think of our future baby's names

this,

while water leaks out from

god-knows-where

and i worry

cause i just made my bed

this,

while the itch becomes unbearably itchy

and i begin to forget all things

except for when you ask me

if it's in or out

and before the final moan i answer,

"full tank, please."

ecstacy

2008-10-06T00:12:00.000-07:00

CRITICO DE PUDAY

2008-10-05T06:44:00.000-07:00

ang politica daw erotica
sa pamutay lang na kis-a
bisan lake, may bilat pa
ay abaw.

dashboard confession 1

2008-10-05T06:39:00.000-07:00

the deal was to buy it as a drunken mistake.

but i was soOo good,

you were babbling about love

even after hangover.

how would we tell our offsprings

that our love story did not start with love?

that our forever began with a fuck;

a very good one.

panaghiusa

2008-10-05T05:41:00.000-07:00

ug sa pipila ka segundo

gihapyud ko nimo
diri
didto

samtang nagbuto-buto
ning dughan ko

kay

ikaw
ako

kita

usa na

arya...arya...

2008-10-04T07:36:00.000-07:00

"anti bad luck... dili...imong kwentas ba..."

aroma

2008-10-04T02:41:00.000-07:00

Patayhopa Ko..

2008-10-01T10:29:00.000-07:00

before you kiss me goodnight
i want us to pray together
let me do the kneeling
you do the standing..
as I bow down before you
i trace you with my fingertips
and I can feel you go tumid
in contrast to my soft hands..
with your mouth half-open
i do the same with mine
wet and warm,
i glide easily into the night..
like a snake, I slither in silence
waiting for an unsuspecting prey..
you want it fast, you want it done right away..
but please there's more that I ask of you
grant me this simple request
to taste a little of your offer
to let my lips sample every inch
and let my tongue suck every fiber of your being..
take my warmth, grab my hair
while you moan and whimper..
you can let go now my love
hush, hush it's gonna be fine,
just let it.. let it go.. ..
you know i will always swallow..

layers of lust

2008-09-29T08:22:00.000-07:00

warm

2008-09-28T18:27:00.000-07:00