August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


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Prompt Poems: Invigorates and Arouse

Winter’s chill
invigorates,
sharp
icy blasts —
but
more focused
is the ice cube
he touches
on her
nipple,
slides down
to her
bellybutton.

*****

That sigh
oh yes
that sigh
she gives
that’s mixed
with a moan
tells him
his wish
to arouse her
has been
granted again.

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Prompt Poems: These Chains and Climb Into Me

At first
he thought
these chains
were going to
weigh him down,
but marriage
brought him
heights of
pleasure,
comfort,
happiness,
togetherness.

*****

She whispered
climb into me
into my heart
meld there
with my love
and
fill me with
your arousal
as rapture
dances
within us.


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Prompt Poems: Dark Kingdom and Soothing Touch

Her breath charges
her heart thunders
as she
enters his
dark kingdom
of blindfolds and ropes–
and he allows
his beast to
run and heave.

*****

Glass of wine
and his
soothing touch
go a long way
in easing her
stressed body
and mind
after a hard
week at work.


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Prompt Poems: Farewell, Feed My Desire, End

One last post for 2014. I hope you have a fun and very safe New Year’s Eve! A few more prompt poems for you…

The door closed
behind him
echoing
his word
farewell.”

Staring at
the door,
she knew
her heart
had also
closed.

*****

When I
need to feed
my desire
,
it won’t be
all roses
and
candlelit
dinners,
but
much more
savage.

*****

Again
again
we’ve come to
the end
but
it’s also
the beginning
for something
else.


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Prompt Poems: Unrequited Love, Awkward Silence, Lips Touch

Her non
response
vexed
him
every day
at work,
and the sting
of unrequited
love

was numbed at
“happy”
hour.

*****

In the awkward
silence

of their
blind date,
so much
hope and anxiety
and
wonderings
were filled.

*****

When their
lips touch,
all else is
forgotten
for a
split second–
so
their lips
continuing
touching
for a
long while.


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Prompt Poems: Your Touch, Pink Sapphires, Hard to Believe

Your fingertips
now a memory
I still ache
for your touch
because
dreams
are not enough.

*****

The raised
sender glass,
held up in a toast,
the sun hits
the bubbles
like pink sapphires,
she says,
“Here’s to
starting over.”

*****

Hard to believe
he has this
much blissful
control
over her,
given his
initial
soft-spoken
demeanor,
and she
trembles
with exhilaration.