From Inside

I find you irresistible,
even through the blur of my tears
A dark shadow of a man
whose hands bruise
whose lips heal
Dominates
my thoughts, my passion, my body
You read me
my short breaths
my long moans
clenched muscles
You provide pain and pleasure
fulfill a dream
a fantasy
whispered secrets
Touch my skin, mark me yours
with your cock
fingertips
daring tongue
Test my limits, find my walls
From the inside

Summer Frolick

We had met

in the middle of summer

amid a heat that had nothing

to do with the weather

and everything to do with

attraction.

As the summer stretched out

the rain dried out

and the sun shed light.

Everything was so bright,

so vivid, the joy of freedom

momentous.

Circling each other like

nectar draws hummingbirds,

the path almost undetectable,

frolicking carelessly;

We were iridescent*,

absorbing our color from each other.

*Hummingbirds are iridescent, reflecting colors around them like a bubble floating in air.

Marionette

He brings life into my skin, turns into a rosy hue. Makes my eyes sparkle and dance, delighting in the vision of only him, the only thing I am capable of seeing.

He kisses me, and makes breath, gasping, wrenching, painful first inhalation in between being dominated and consumed by his tongue.

I want to move, to feel. I am anxious to explore. I am soft all the sudden, limbs can gradually slide down and hands can grasp his hardness. I wonder what he tastes like, and dip in for that first forbidden sample. My tongue delights on the plump texture, investigates the crevice under his head, mouth goes lower to the hard and mostly inflexible shaft, a slight saltiness touches the back of my throat. How far can I take him into me? Perhaps I can make him mine?

Aw, puppet, he mutters softly; as he pulls my hair, cords suddenly bound to his command. The deft fingers wound and tauten, pluck me up. I swear I wasn't trying to pull his strings, to take control. The threads tug, making me move to his demands, release suddenly but before I become lost in a tangle of indecision,  his large hands grab my upper arms and shift me up.

I am beneath him, but the sole focus of his attention. I am his creation, I am made to be his. He smiles, proud of his handiwork in me, and dips his mouth, paints my nipple. His mouth finds my heart, draws to his attention, nips until it is raw and only aware of his presence.

He opens me, explores my crevices with a sure knowledge, the path already known to him. It shocks me into the surreal, surely this has never happened before, this awakening.

I must be dreaming, a little puppet's reverie of being real and heat and life. Of surrounded by pounding blood and covered in nothing by sensitive flesh. How can I feel so animated in this moment?

My thighs are painted cream, a sharp contrast the blood red marked upon my chest.

He lowers himself into me, possessing me even more fully, stretching and testing my limits. He drives within me, claims my soul. Takes my words, my mewling little mumblings, feeble attempts at expressing the experience, and swallows them between his lips.

Why must he take everything that I am trying to do? I resist a little, wanting to slow down the onslaught of an approaching surge, but I wind and tighten anyhow; ineffective at his hegemony. I leave my drenched body in a scream that he allows, glide away and become lost in an worn out slumber.

Who knew consciousness was so consuming? So invigorating that it requires revitalization?

I hope he wakens me again soon...

Pussy

I laze in the sunshine, breathe it into my skin, content and basking.

You do not see me immediately through the tall grass in our yard;

I pause and prospect, before I pounce my prey

But simply, for I know that I am your spirit and soul.

Cherished, but everything in my universe is under my influence.

I sit up suddenly, watch you walk nearer, smile tolerantly,

Roll over onto all fours, stretch, long, languidly,

Upper body lowers, rustles and crushes the grass blades,

Arms reach out in front, back rolls, lower body raises,

Hips hinge, ass up, see how graceful, how tempting;

Positively feline-like to catch your interest.

And my eyes never leave you, stare unblinking.

Yes, come closer to me as I contemplate.

Shall I be affable or aggressive, my lovely toy?

Shall my claws clasp, cling, cut in ecstasy?

I smile in anticipation, as you near me and wait my next move

You are my playground of infinite possibilities

I unfurl, whirl, curl up on your lap

Caress, pat, pet and watch me arch into your touch

Let me rub my body beside yours, feel how velvety I am

I lick at your lust, lap at your skin, nibble at your thighs,

Come up and sink my teeth into your neck.

You try to anticipate what I will allow, gauge my temper,

Stroke my skin, sense my hunger to have you,  unrelenting,

Nourish my needs gradually, ease in until I am accustomed to you.

I know a diminutive dialect, use it when I sense silence isn't suitable,

I purr like pure poetry expressing my pleasure.

You feed me what I demand, what I hint I want;

Satiated for a moment, but by no means long satisfied.

I do not show appreciation to you as I abscond,

My gratitude is given away by being near you,

Even as I slink, strut, swagger, sway away

To recede back into the shadows towards the house, done.

Piece by Piece

I want  you, need you, every inch of you

The touch of your skin against mine

The taste of your lips like passion's dew

As when we were that very first time

Tongues mesh, begin nibbling on lips

Mouths meld hot and fervor breaths

Move to your neck, soft kisses, playful nips

Sensitive skin, hearing your sharp intake of breath

Cloth barriers become a tug-of-war

I want you, need you, such a longing

Clothes find scattered places on the floor

My body aches, skin hot and burning

A moan escapes me as hands explore

The feel of you, the flavor of your body

I want to taste every part and more

Your fingers roam, slip inside slowly

Velvet secrets, closed eyes, arched back

Buttons pressed, I need you,  now

Inside of me, consuming,  building climax

Uttered prayers, my  begging vow

Skin against me, lower yourself gently

Feathery kisses and utterly filling

Slowly, engulfing, then urgently

Screaming, giving, more demanding

Capturing, surrendering, rhythms seethe

Grasping, relaxing, sweet release

Need, Want, Love, you're all that I breathe

Lovingly drifting back piece by piece.

For Our Sake Touch Me

I am cold, a distant land, beyond your reach.
You know that to touch me is to melt me
But you asked...And I am not in the mood to acquiesce

You know that to touch me

My simmering red hot anger will cool
And yet you hesitate...And I am not in the mood to welcome

You know the solution is you.

Why do you not touch me?
Your fingers, mouth, skin, cock, make misery a memory.

I want you to fuck me senseless.

You know and yet don't touch me.
Bite my breasts, caress my clit, pummel my pussy.

Even in anger, I always want you.

Grab my hair, pull me towards you,
Take me roughly, for our sake touch me.

You've only touched me

Once, when we feel this way
All was instantly forgotten, hostilities halted

Why do you accept my denial?
Take my words, drown my mouth
With tongue and cock, both need to touch me

This time words of love are not enough
Reserved, courteous, gentleman
...And I am in the mood to be taken, fucking touch me

And yet you asked, accepted, agitated,

I want nothing more than to forget
In pleasure, in pain, inside you need to touch me.

The Sigh

As I lay in my bath the steam rises and clouds the mirror, a damp tendril of hair curves around my breast as it shimmers in the candle light.
A sigh escapes my lips in the form of your name.
I run my fingers lightly down, smoothing a stray strand of hair from my forehead, brushing a fingertip across a taunt nipple, trailing my hand in the water. The scent of flowers rises from the steamy heat but all I can smell is your body, all I can taste is your mouth.
All I want is your arms, and the heat that I feel to be created by the friction of our bodies as we find madness and sanity in each other. I'm waiting for you with an ache only you can fill and a desire that is unending.
I wait with a sigh escaping my lips in the form of your name.

Bad Thoughts

        Sometimes I sit at home. And just think. I think of things I shouldn’t. I think of you. Heat, sweat, moans, standing alone in a moment. Whispers flash through my head, bad they say, but oh so good. Sacrifice, maybe something I shouldn’t have done. Possibly fates damning force. Feel. Taste, touch, sight, overwhelming my body. Driving me crazy. Just the thought of the things I want to do to you. They make my mouth water as I see my lips, my tongue, and my hands all over your body. Flashing, coursing, burning through my head. Bad, so bad, but oh my…so good. I bite my lip. Stop, I try but to no avail. So wonderful, overpowering, consuming, fulfilling it would be. Each time you are near, my body begs for your touch. I behave in ways I shouldn’t. Erotic. Pulsating. Hot, wet, hard. Oh yeah, just once, one chance, one moment. A memory to savor on cold nights. I can already hear my screams for more playing in my head as if they have already happened. Waiting. Holding on for the moment. I think of you and my blood soars. I can feel your hard breathing next to my ear; I can hear your heart beating so fast. Your body…pressed so close to mine. Can’t get enough. Bad, so good, stop, oh well. I can’t help it, I won’t try, don’t want to. Make me feel the things I want. I can almost taste you in my mouth, smell you on my skin, and feel you on my body. Bad thoughts…oh they feel so good.