© Ribbed Width Passion

Ride this raw Passion Clip
Sucking nectar from tip of the clit
Licks lips swirling my tongue around the labia

Pulling back the clitoris hood while i suck softly fingering
the lips
Sucking every stranded drip

Till you pelvic jerks uncontrolled and demands the Dick

Seducing the Exterior/Interior vulva till orgasms submit
inferior from Exhausted Squirting

Make you feel as if before this you were a Virgin

Spirits become slurred stirred in our anatomy's merging
Sixes to Nines the body's heat Index is redefined while
you're delivered from my serving

My nut takes flight with out bird wings.. Swallow my being
deep into your third skin
The fabric of your True Genetic.. This passion is
Extraterrestrial extra kinetic

Begging you to punish me in your fetish

Sucking the side of your inner thigh like I'm Searching for a Life Purpose
Anything that exist out of your Orgasms are Worthless...
The curve in my shaft will show your Atheist Ass what Church is..
Remind you why we enjoy the Definition of what Birth is..

As your pussy squirts on the double stitched curtains

I'm ribbed for Pleasure
Rib your back Rib your Ribs on my Deep Endeavor

I want those Eyes Penetrating mine as we Evolve in Utopia
Back shots at an acute angle to send the Curve Deeper
Pasting our pelvic areas with clit tarp..
Sucking lips that don't talk.. but Speak Lust

Nectar leaks best after I pull out, Cum on your lips then slide back in and leak whats Left



Ribbed Width Passion R-Vin H. {Ink} © 2011

© Labia Minora

Pure Passion and Seduction
Breathing heavily across all moist areas of your supple coated Skin
Unclose your religion to this open Sin
Words woven is breaths staggering your english to gibberish with back shots side ways blinding

Licking across the side of your inner right breast... carrying the edges of my teeth across your bone
The ribbed sections of my shaft can feel your walls moan
Hope your cervix has air suspension

I need to taste you in places where your wet finger can’t reach further

like the back ends of your walls till your back bends and heat crawls out exhausted from ceaseless penetration

Relentless circulation of oral seduction, pulsating your vulva’s aura
My pelvis reads the liquids of your labia minora
while my tongue translates passion against your labia majora

Your neck pressed against a corner and your leg on a windowsill
where rain penetrates the translucent glass
and I wipe your liquids off my shaft on your soft ass

Whisper your mind when you reciprocate head

Pure Passion and Seduction


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2011

© Drenched High

U Can't Run when your pussy is wet on my Lips though
Knees might be too weak... Buckling at the sheets

U Can't Run when you gotta get up slow and your juices are stringed between your Clit
and my lips

U Can't Run when I'm running my tongue across your laminated lobes
Lips studded by moist taste buds tracing the genetics or your 3rd orgams

Encoding my Erection in the data base of Back Shots

Till its a figment of your imagination
how I change the pigment of your complexion from certain strokes in Concessons
Airborne your squirts till you violate FAA air space

U Can't Run when this tongue slicks beneath the clits pulsating twitch

Lips slip on Lips

I catch your left lips with a slight grip and paint my insanity with a tough tip

The pleasures of unique interludes of nude humanity seduced beneath completely selfless serenity

U Can't Run... With your pussy throbbing and dripping on my chin
Intrusive with Passion till you're numb in the skin
Can't run getting your right lip sucked against your wet thigh captive to my tongues drenched high

U Can't Run when com dives
I see that cartridge of heat in the cornea of you pistol pupil

Rhythm that moist lip on the side of mine
I'll suck you out the side of your mind

Till your Expectations for Pleasure are Redefined
Just ride slow and use your muscles for traction on this wet path
Tongue subtracts lips in wet math

Fiber ops fucking till your pussy is wireless when connected to my lap top
U Can't Run... Squirting from back shots


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Passion Ice Jones

Intelligence is what life Intoxicates...

If wisdom was porn knowledge would be orgasmic to the simple mind
with out sight
vision can still be amplified
Instinct turns the unknown from being blind
Build on the strengths of Experience to put time behind
so it doesn't run out like an infinite line
Loyal tongues Crown the clit and put the pussy on a Shrine
till it cums concurrent as water aligned

I am the author of the mind

I have entrepreneurial goals to shivers inventions spine


Nothing is a Right, everything is a Privilege
Nothing is all right if everything is Limited
You began with Life and death should be the last thing you finish with
Your legacy is where you're spirited

Bravery is unconditional like Slavery is unconditional
I give you love to age with me unconditional
This kind of potency is un-traditional
We leave them so deep in disbelief they define our perseverance (past and present) as mythical

Is your fact Truly an Act for Residuals???

I'm so focused in my aura not even air is Invisible

I pleasure the Universe like each Galaxy is a Vagina

I'm Dark and laid back
too cool
like an Eclipse on a Recliner


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Brim of Uncontrolled

I missed her mind
Her Intelligence Perfecting its Prime

Her Incredible Awareness of her Sensuality/Sex appeal
Pinching nerves of my Experience with her Skin Tissue Wisdom

Invading the Void
and full filling the Yearn for Creative Substance
A Nu Coat of Fixated Complexion

At the brim of Uncontrolled Urge to Acquire her Absence
she slides in the Side of my Vision
like sun light cracks through split oak doors caressing the wood panel floor

Almost Exploded ...I imploded
at her Returned Existence as a Poetic Infix Infiltration

There is No Administration
that can Write the Right to this Freedom she gives me in any democratic constitution

I Embrace beyond Belief and lace along her Sweets
a Thickness that's Impeccable when Deep

We are a Birth that Death can't meet


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