Ángel Wings Poetry


Take my hand
Lets walk,
Down the road
Where darkness
is no more.
Into the light
sets you free
Whispers of creativity

Weather the storm
That blocks the ruse
Get there slowly
Where’s my muse?

No one cares
Circle of friends
Don’t exist
Leave you alone
To float in the mist

Follow the path
Words lead the way
A Neverland awaits
An Artist
A muse
All waiting for you

Be free
Absorb it
Just let it flow
Let it commence
Like falling snow
Stick out tour tongue
Capture the flakes
It’s all for you
Laying in wait
Don’t look for approval
Only your own
Matters not what other think
It’s your



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Clarissa Clemens and Mark Davis






Runs his fingers
Through her hair
Heart slowing
Normal speed returns
Inside her deep
Love for him burns
Her pleasure played
Her body given
The need to please
She was driven
She trusted
Knew that in his hands
Her needs be filled
He understands
Her buttons pushed
Till pleasured screams
Convulsing pulsing
Her juice streams
No man ever
Made her feel
So alive
So surreal
Then after
She has reached her peak
Hold, caress her
Softly speak
Assure that
All is all right
Comfort, love her
Through the night
Be there for her
Let her know
Will only grow

@clarissaclemens. @markdavismusing









The conference had been useful
But on the final night
But at the final dinner
Seated on his right
A lady from the office
On the other coast
Had pressed her leg against his
As they drank the final toast
Encouraged him to flirt
Touched his hand and let it linger
Casually let it drop
Stroked him with her finger
When they finished at the table
She let him see the key
Whispered ” give me ten
Then why don’t you join me”
He nodded in assent
Watched her through the door
His cock already responding
At the thought of what’s in store.

Upon the knock she opened up
Let him slip inside
The scent of fresh sprayed perfume
Impossible to hide
No longer in the public
They fell into the kiss
The feel of her soft body
Beneath her robe was bliss
Her busy hands then stripped him
Pushed him in the chair
The wine would have to wait
That she had standing their
Pulled away her robe
On his lap she sat astride
Her breasts against his chest
With her hips began to ride
Their shared night of flirting
Sent them to the peak
Her first orgasm reached
Before they even had to speak

He held himself inside her
As settled from the first
Reached across and grabbed
Their wines to quench their thirst
Looked him in the eye
With her muscles gave a squeeze
His fingers pinched her nipples
Relishing the tease
Took a sip of wine
Clasped him in a kiss
“I think I need the bed
Before we continue this”
Lay back on bed
Reached out stroked the tip
Moaned as he lay above her
Cock slipped through her wet lip
Through her legs around
Pleasure she couldnt hide
Screamed out for the second time
As this time he burst inside

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“Wait for me”
He firmly said
In his Masters voice
Then smiled
In her predicament
She really had no choice
Turned towards the table
Spread out on display
Instruments of pain and pleasure
Ready for their play
A crop to stroke her smooth skin
Tease her with its tip
And for her full hard nipples
A nasty little clip
A vibe with which to tease her
Make her come on his command
Paddle for the spanking
When tired of his hand
He knows when it is over
She will beg for more
With her hands untied
And lowered to the floor
She will tend to his arousal
As only good pets can
Her lessons taught so well
By this loving Domming man


This poem has been a collaboration with Malia, please if you would check out the link below to read her version. Enjoy

To view Malias version please click here  http://liamaz2.wordpress.com/2014/03/

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