“Royalty”

Kneel for me and kiss these lovely toes, take them kisses to these thighs and to your prize.

Knight me and take me in your arms, let me feel your lips.

Pull my hair, and claim me, choke me and hold me tight.

Have your way with me as I am yours, your loyal subject your doting lady.

Let us please each other and take each other to ecstasy.

The kingdom will be at peace as our union reaches climax.

The houses will align and two will become one in heavenly lustful bliss.

Whips and chains maybe necessary in these conquests but we’ll store them in the dungeon for playtime.

This is our royal way of love making full of pleasure and pain.

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“The Weather”

This weather is cuddle up and snuggle weather.

That Netflix and chill, lay up and play weather.

This is that weather that gets Pooh caught up.

The weather that makes the Pooh- NANNY jump.

Drip, drop, howl of the wind, this is the weather that makes us sin.

The weather where all inhibitions are thrown to the wind.

This is that lose yourself in him or her weather where nothing else matters and you

can blame….. The Weather!

“When”

When it’s time you’d better grab me up and rub me down.

Sometimes I’d rather be finessed before you go to town.

Our love making should be like Trey Songz and have the neighbors know our names.

With our sweat dripping off our bodies, like the flow of the Thames.

Our interludes always leave us breathless and satisfied, but ready to ride all over again.

This is no bargain barrel loving, this is top notch Versace, Louis Vuitton loving.

The kind that has your heart racing and your head spinning and left delirious by the sounds of our moans and groans lingering in the air.

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Grab me up, pull my hair, tell me to stay right there…

Bite my lip, moan a bit, yes that’s the spot.

Let me moan in your ear!

Spread my legs just that far; have your way with me and not just sub-par!

I want to feel you deep, so deep my soul tingles from you.

Slide in, oooo just so, go slow! I need it all, and please don’t let me fall.

Even though pain is pleasure, I just don’t know how to measure.

Let me be your sexual muse, your ultimate seductress, I’ll be the one to impress!

 

Sounds

Oo aa,oo aa; the sounds of my moans in your ear. Go deeper, yes deeper, oooo right there; gripping the sheets, pulling your hair. The raspiness of your words as we get heated up in excess. Baby don’t stop, please dont stop, I love it when you, yes right, FUCK BAE, YES! I love when you make me squirm, kiss me, here, there and everywhere. Eyes rolling back in my head, the creek of the bed as we roll, toss, turn and move this way and that. Pulls your hair, grips it tight, Yes fuck its yours all yours….Hitting that spoy, knocks on the door become ignored, rolling, groaning and then….. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP, FUCK THAT DAMN ALARM!!!!

Thump, Thump, Thump my heart goes…it gets faster and faster. My breath gets harder to catch. Running on a path unforeseen not knowing what it means. Faster and faster I’m out of breath. Then nothing but me and you and silence.

Better Days

Better days have gone by,

As time has flown by,

I watch the morning sky, move slowly by.

Breathing deep the smell of an ocean, so blue and uncertain that I have no clue.

I stand on the shore imagining something so grand.

Better days have gone by…

I sense the world awaking around me, floating on by on their yachts and cruise ships.

Which will some how lead to their demise.

Drifting into a peril of blue, forever seeing a horizon so blue.

Surfacing tension on my feet, water flowing beyond the heap.

Better days have gone by…

Emptiness roams throughout the waves of foam.

I watch and wait for something to arise as I wait…for better days gone by….

Rant.

Enter Poohnanny’s head….

Sometimes I want to be roughed up, choked, spanked, and called a Little Bitch.

I want to feel the power of our lust from the palm of your hand.

Grab me up, pull my hair, slap my ass… mmm yes that’s it.

Why can’t women be openly freaky? Yes I am graceful and ladylike in public, but Pooh aint afraid to get down and dirty and enjoy some pain.

Like it has been said, rough sex make it hurt…

 

 

 

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When it’s time, you had better grab me up and run me down.

Sometimes I’d rather be finessed before you go to town.

Our love making should be like Trey Songs and have the neighbors know our names.

With our sweat dripping off our bodies, like the flow of the Thames.

Our interludes always leave us breathless and satisfied, but ready to ride all over again.

This is no bargain barrel loving, this is top notch, Versace, Louis Vuitton loving.

The kind that has your heart racing and your head spinning and left delirious by the sounds of our moans and groans lingering in the air.

Poohnanny