Brown Sugar And Black Magic Voodoo

Here's the first three poems in my new erotica spin-off, "Maithuna Mysophilia's Magnetic Mirror Of The Mind"

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Nayika Siddhi
By: Noah Eaton
7/15/06

Myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung,
myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung.

Let’s get to the point, smoldering siren,
I’m looking for a brawl of a close call,
your breathing place is my breathing space,
yield and restrain me, I’m your Wanga doll,
let’s go yodeling in the gully, whistling in the weeds,
jiving and juking, 120 in the shade,
talking in deep hues of magnolia,
shifting into first gear, laid, relayed and parlayed.

Myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung.

Woman,
there’s nothing more erotic than being understood,
I’ll be the usher in your hall,
offering dirty sweet charity,
opening up, giving you my all,
lay yourself out on display,
where I’ll shower you with roses and raptures,
wet and willing in a spot of heavy breathing,
screwed, blued and tattooed in slow exotic southern exposure…

Myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung.
Myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung.

Can’t explain,
this ceaseless fate of this femme fatale,
scorch me to cinders if you must,
so I’ll be reincarnated,
in the heat of your voodoo charm…
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(Si vis amari, ama!)
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Can’t explain,
this ceaseless fate of this femme fatale,
scorch me to cinders if you must,
so I’ll be reincarnated,
in the heat of your voodoo charm…

Myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung.
Myriads of confessions of a fire dancer,
pole-dancing on the tip of my tongue,
brown sugar and black magic exteriorized,
uninhibited desire once thought unsung.

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Ben-Wa, Pharaoh Of The Pheromones
(Part Of: "Maithuna Mysophilia's Magnetic Mirror Of The Mind")
By: Noah Eaton
7/17/06
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Veedle-de-doo!

(Ohhhh!)

Veedle-de-doo!

(Mmmmm!)

Veedle-de-doo!

(Ohhhh!)

Veedle-de-doo!

(Mmmmm!)
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What would you give to send your spirits aloft,
give a bit of hard for a bit of soft,
I know how to quaver your soft spot,
on the spot get you all white hot,
get you on top,
I’m the Courtier of Wet Dreams, Ben-Wa,
my desires smolder like a sauna,
wearing pearls dissolved in vinegar like Cleopatra,
giving a length of tongue of mira puama,
glamorizing and gilding the lily,
fingering the skin harp silly,
licking the sap from the anvalli tree,
just to achieve extracurricular activity immortality.

They call me the Pharaoh of the Pheromones,
with psyche sound drenched in abalone,
when my whispers head straight for your limbic lobe,
like clouds of silkworm moths you’ll be on the probe,
my flesh session’s anything but vanilla,
and will short-circuit your sensilla,
creep around the sheets like a chinchilla,
get hilt and hair like a gorilla.

Eager beaver, eager pleaser,
we’ve both been stricken by this relapsing fever,
let me be both your fever and reliever,
you’re my achiever, believer and receiver,
absinthe can make the heart grow fonder,
transmitting radar love via theobromine transponder,
and between the sycamores of turquoise,
I’m drenched in your humid soprano voice.
show me where the sun doesn’t shine,
let me dive in your canyon and blow your mind,
the eye that weeps most is best pleased,
mmm, you’re a plastic explosive begging on your knees.

They call me the Pharaoh of the Pheromones,
with psyche sound drenched in abalone,
when my whispers head straight for your limbic lobe,
like clouds of silkworm moths you’ll be on the probe,
my flesh session’s anything but vanilla,
and will short-circuit your sensilla,
creep around the sheets like a chinchilla,
get hilt and hair like a gorilla.

I’m the irresistible desire that always flares,
between your legs as you sit in that rocking chair,
blazing like a solar flare,
an erupting Vesuvius beyond compare,
sweet pillow-biter, don’t be shy, free your hips,
we’ll get drunk on philters like Apuleius,
let’s get mischievously lascivious,
scream like an annular eclipse over the Giza pyramids,
I’m not divine, just all Vitamin E and phenylethylamine,
just feeling my way with you to runner’s high heaven,
mmmmmmm, you’re my honey nut,
(Let’s skimp the small talk, darling King Smut!)

They call me the Pharaoh of the Pheromones,
with psyche sound drenched in abalone,
when my whispers head straight for your limbic lobe,
like clouds of silkworm moths you’ll be on the probe,
my flesh session’s anything but vanilla,
and will short-circuit your sensilla,
creep around the sheets like a chinchilla,
get hilt and hair like a gorilla.
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Veedle-de-doo!

(Ohhhh!)

Veedle-de-doo!

(Mmmmm!)

Veedle-de-doo!

(Ohhhh!)

Veedle-de-doo!

(Mmmmm!)

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On Va Chez Toi Ou Chez Moi?
(Part Of: "Maithuna Mysophilia's Magnetic Mirror Of The Mind")
By: Noah Eaton
7/21/06
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(J'ai une déclaration à te faire…
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…en dehors de tes yeux, il n'y a pas de jardins…
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…j'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde…
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…je t'aime à la folie…
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…fais-moi l'amour!)
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You’ve got doll’s eyes that sensationalize,
improvise and exercise before my eyes,
upon me and a canvas of clean sheets,
you debrief your wanton motif,
smother me with belief and pain relief,
incarcerating me in a spot of heavy breathing,
I’m your white swallow whistling in the dark,
you’re my village bicycle speeding from the stars,
and this heat wave is just too sinfully handsome,
so let’s spread some good leather,
roll in the heather in the altogether,
impale me softly with your nymphomaniatical love.

My desires are firing like shooting galleries,
let’s burn away thousands of calories,
just free your hips and let yourself go,
synchronicity is something that cannot be measured,
because you’re my principle of pleasure,
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
on va chez toi ou chez moi?
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(Allons faire la bête à deux dos!)
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(Allons faire la bête à deux dos!)
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Forget getting gravel for the goose,
let yourself loose and dare to induce,
and seduce me with your pussy talk,
you’re my Messalina complex,
flexing your burlesque respects,
you got my head swooning around the clock,
you blanket me with positive perceptions,
you’re my little death and my conception,
fervid with the nectar of the goddess,
let’s surrender to the humidity,
fetish me with your fluidity,
we’ll go skinny-dipping on the pillow slip…

Let’s let our desires fire like shooting galleries,
let’s burn away thousands of calories,
just free your hips and let yourself go,
synchronicity is something that cannot be measured,
because you’re my principle of pleasure,
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
on va chez toi ou chez moi?
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(Allons faire la bête à deux dos!)
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(Allons faire la bête à deux dos!)
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Ohhhhh, ravish me with your fire,
glaring white hot with animalistic desire,
don’t be timid, don’t be shy,
smile for the camera and give the glad eye,
come and give it up to me!
(Lechez ma chatte, s'il-vous-plait!)
come and try to break me!
(Je jouis!)

Let’s let our desires fire like shooting galleries,
let’s burn away thousands of calories,
just free your hips and let yourself go,
synchronicity is something that cannot be measured,
because you’re my principle of pleasure,
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
on va chez toi ou chez moi?
Let’s let our desires fire like shooting galleries,
let’s burn away thousands of calories,
just free your hips and let yourself go,
synchronicity is something that cannot be measured,
because you’re my principle of pleasure,
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
on va chez toi ou chez moi?
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on va chez toi ou chez moi?
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On va chez toi ou chez moi?

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XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)