Power of Vision

Staring at Eachother with….
….Verbal Silence and Deafening Sex Through Dangerous Eyes, Leaving Orgasms Drippin’ from Eachother’s Corneas

© Intrepid Gaze

The Passion in the eye of that Sacrificial stare
Penetrating biblical chapters of forbidden seclusion
Those private eyes gazing at my curious pupilTraveling your mind with a hunger

I can feel my clothes pealed by every lateral motion your eyes execute... putting your poison in focus

Soliciting my ignorance with your intellectual seduction
I can feel my body pressed against the inner moist walls of your shutter speed lids
Giving oral to your iris with a hard f-stop

Tranquilizing my vulnerable freedom with your Gaze

Your eyes are speaking a language never written
and Can only be exuded through intense penetration

That gaze is antibiotic to any gravitational oppression
I’m Levitated

Your retina is where the hardest portions of my orgasms meditate in

Gaze at Me- Continuously
Trap, Seduce, Suck and Sacrifice my Impurity
Gazing at your eyes like a caged beast
Setting a 6 alarm fire to everything element in the radius of my body heat

I Can feel your vagina throbbing as you Gaze through my Corneas


R-Vin H. {Ink} © 2011

© Sippin' Orgasms

Across the galaxy I feel your existence

Wet before insertion
Width with conversion

Moist on my lips I paused to Taste Her Moist Moments
My tongue couldn't neglect the Pussy Pulsating
Insertion of my knowledge from the back I pull out vision exploding wisdom all over her wide eyed lips

Till your an orgasm I can sip

Serious Stimulation and Persistent Pressure
I Aim to Please at any undisclosed Measure

Curved for your Grafenberg
Not even a sentence is spoken after words
Walls wetting my width... A spiritual highness couldn't compare to this lift
Cumin' at the cusp of your Cervix

Ride this Erection Reverse
till you're so Wet you give the ocean a Fever pitch Thirst
Slow Sexing you from behind with arms around your sides playing with your nipples at rise

From the back of your head I could feel the passion in your Eyes
Slow grinding till only sleep can subdue your Unstable Thighs

Leave you Mentally liquefied and Subconsciously soaking
Walls are to be mural by width that's woven

I slip inside You
Slide on the Curve Side Ways and Grind when you Touch Base
Kerosene in the Cornea of your Fuck Face

Cum Suck Taste

You like it tied up, nipples pinched, hair griped tight, ribs bent side ways, ankles hand cuffed, ass spread open and mouth duck taped


Write poetry all over your Deep Back in Heat
Our Bodies cross boundaries like lines subtract Traffic
Sex driven till Rubbers Blow Off

I'll paint an Orgasmic Mural dripping off the frames of your Canvas
and
Go down on our city like Transit
Diggin' you out like D.E.P Drastic Electric Passion

Spurts of pleasure cream your Deep Walls
I just wana make you Squirt enough to Sprinkler the White House Lawn

Life must go on
Which is impossible with out sex, the physical
But Spirits Exchange with Passion- Beyond the Prior

With my Lips Sipping your Orgasm


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Unconditional Passion

Seduced by the diamond charcoal complexion that Indulged the exterior of her interior pink ruby radiance... As legions of liquids laminate her heated inner thighs...

My passion stood memorized like a new born that's never prepared for existing but ambitious for the journey

Where I discovered her Inexperience of Completeness

The bigotry that Pain oppresses upon Love.. Is the segregation between her clitoris and convulsions.. But Mind Stimulation is the ink printed on the bill of Seduction for Emancipation of Orgasms -the Union of Spirit and Pleasure

The slow grinding width of Unconditional full throttle

Ribbed shaft muscles redesigning what ribbed pleasure is ...her vaginal nerves thinner than the air between an eye ball and its lid... Experiencing every dig and Extracting

Her Powerless pulls of Breaths scuffle at the wind pipe trafficking inhaled/exhaled air...and stand still moments of pleasure streaming between the lips of black stars ...dripping like wet oiled paintings slanted at display

We're at a place where limit/shame and second thought has no existence... and fear has no relevance

I'm well Equip to Execute Passion with Excellence... Leaving a Body of Art as Evidence

The Mind Openly Pulsating as teeth slightly scrape down the back with a bottom lip moistening the flesh in preparation

Sex is Best when Its Education for Ignorant Areas of un-learned Satisfaction

A Pleasure that's searched till she javelin squirts!

Eruption Suction, A consumption of sucked tongues till the Nut cums in Continuous Conundrums

Wipe it off the lips
And drip it on the tip of her Licks


The blue print of her Sex Appeal
The Architecture of her Curves..
The foundation of her Mental Stimulation
Builds a House but Her Intelligence builds our Home


Unconditional Passion

R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010