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For you, my reader,
I spread the pages of my soul,
I dip the tip of my tongue
In the forbidden ink of divine intervention.
A lost soul longing for a set of lips,
To kiss, lick, suckle to my heart’s content.

A tickle of a button
So soft it could make a feather tremble,
A breath caught between two sheets;
One second, two, three?
A gasp!
Air rushing through inflamed lungs,
Tiny beads of sweat dangling
On skin as soft as lips
Caressing freshly painted nails.

For you, my reader,
I explore long lost caves
Forsaken by the gods;
Heathen sanctuaries
Of nymphs, sprites, and fairies
I penetrate sacred grounds,
Document my stories
With tale after tale,
Stroke after stroke
Of my pen on shaking parchment.

A trusting hand,
Curling inside forbidden fruit;
A pressure so pure
It parts the sky with its lust.
The surrender…
Sweet delight, like hydromel;
Nectar of the gods.
Even they are unworthy
Of the delicacy, that is you.

© 2020 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Love Nest

Aloft in the nook of her window,
The cat-shaped musings dance eerily on the walls
Feline representations of lust and love
Heeere, pussy, pussy, pussy…
A slight flick of the wrist, a twist of the waist
A kiss blown beyond the cheek, into the loins
A bend and snap, or the pull of a glove
Sway dears, again and again, those hips
Make the succubus green with envy
As she eagerly watches the passersby,
Thighs aching, wings waning, heart pounding
She craves the undying soul of her lover,
Inhaling every scent, tasting every sweetness
Forgetting the misfortune of the chaste
In the dimly lit hall of eros, she calls home.

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Bunny 🐇

Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…

Weight

On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Dreams

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…


Poem written in 2015.

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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Breakfast is served

Eat me

Drink me

Smell me

Savour me

Devour my every particle

Integrate me into your universe

So I can be your star and your satellite

Tickle me

Lick me

Finger me

Fuck me

So I can overflow

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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Babes & Beaches

to

behold

azure waters

mending with skies

temperatures rising still

burnt orange palettes

a tropical enclave

of sensuality

and sex

here

women

frolic in the

waters bare breasted

nipples hardened by thoughts

of erect members diving

head first into their

sacred gardens

of bodily

desire

to

behold

such a site

would make a

grown man cry tears

of joy knowing he’s unworthy

of witnessing such magic

for it is only women

that may partake

in this ritual of

love and

sex

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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Letter from my lover – S

You are mine now.

Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.

Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.

You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.

You are mine now to love.

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Lover Art

girls-3053051_1920I haven’t yet told you 
that I want
to etch you
into my memory
the canvas
my mind
the tools
my erotic charge
painting
every inch
of your sleeping body

Feet first
each toe traced
meticulously
“Lilith, the Science of lover painting.”

Blush is your skin
a bowl of milk
with a single
drop of blood

engrave the touch
my hands
firm muscles
buckling legs
a curious look
your lower back

Your sigh
fingers
rounded cheeks
pause
just a moment
leave a mark
teeth

Supple
stomach
kisses
like butterflies
forever
in my soul

Your breasts
complete
my dainty hands
warm
voluptuous
perfect storm
sensual witchery

Hard
the grip
my throat
you tell me
daddy
teaches
lessons

I haven’t yet told you
your star pupil
the paintings
in my mind
someday
on display

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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Gender F*ck

She, he, he, she, they, them, you.

It doesn’t matter to me now, nor did it matter to me that night. You were undoubtedly a genderfuck. Generous breasts taped down, elaborate makeup solidifying a six-pack on your gentle stomach, down to the illusion of male facial hair; you were stunning, handsome, sensual, sexual… Mine.

I knew it from the moment our eyes locked, the twinkle of passion progressing in an instant from ember to flame.

You undressed on stage, slowly peeling off layers, like a rose being plucked of its petals. The crowd went wild, roared with laughter, whistled with anticipation. How many panties must have been soaking through as your act progressed and you revealed your body. Were they imagining you topping them, gently using your favourite toy to penetrate them from behind as you grabbed their hair? Some may have pictured holding you down, face snug against the pillows as they used their tongues to taste you.

In a matter of seconds, I was present again, painfully aware that amidst the lesbian frenzy, your piercing eyes were undressing me from the stage. It was the beginning of winter, and in the dimly-lit cabaret, my black turtleneck disclosed all. From the perfectly round shadows of my breasts, down to the contour of my nipples, hardened by the slight chill coming up from the stairs. I felt so vulnerable, as if the years of being a strong woman meant nothing, so long as you’d have me.

Retreating after your set, the golden straps of your halter covering your nipples, I couldn’t look away. You were a panther: feline, gracious and terrifying all at once. A Freudian nightmare that bedazzled the sea of lesbians at your feet. I knew you would make your way over, that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. You were standing close enough for me to smell your perfume. I knew.

The calm settled on the cabaret hall and the streets reflected only the noise of drunken college students when you asked me to come home with you. How could I say no, feeling your body pressed up against mine? Your left hand held up my arms up as your right slid over the front of my underwear. I moaned a slight yes as you began to move your hand back and forth, and you smiled. I was your bitch.

It didn’t matter who was man, woman, women, either, neither. We were both the daddy and the slut as our lips intertwined, parted, and devoured each other’s bodies.

Each thrust of our hips was phallic, we had bigger dicks than most men. Each touch was sensual, soft as a satin ribbon gliding on bare cheeks. Your tongue found my weakness, tucked safely behind my ear, and as your fingers slid inside, I could feel the depth of the Universe explode within my body. Each orgasm rocked the stage as we climaxed, again and again, moaning endlessly in our frantic search for erotic completion.

Come morning, you were gone, back on a train whence you came, ready to gender fuck the world.

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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