Infusing The young night With your exhiliration. Traversing From faith at your nape To the mole on your Cupid's bow. Down Streaming your body I'm mountain river, you're its bed. Erosional Your dress from this evening; Wave Your untied hairs, your exstacy As I splash on your warm skin.
morning is here on the headboard emptiness with October morn breeze brushing me while the clouded sun bask me, my bare parts of sweaty body. you're also here as anger as desperation as reason of turmoil inside soul under the waist inside the nightshort. sun rays collaged on my body as hand replicates the warmth … Continue reading Muse…
The car now smell you, me, us not of some freshner. The silence here surpassed by your, mine, our moan. Pull me closer not to your bosom but to your lips. Release me; your strand grasped tight. Release me; your aroused breast rest on my thigh. Release me; let me release 'ween your teeth.
Sequel to Chocolat The drop of chocolate on your cupid bow is enchanting as if dew has dropped on grass-- In an autumn morning and the sun glistening on it... But, I'll not make the move unless you order me my priestess; please recite the words To be close to you, to coagulate me … Continue reading Chocolat II: Summon & Plea
Daily Prompt: Delivery The mouth still taste chocolate The wrapper you crumbling In your tender round palm. The eyes of yours looking At me as I vice versa. We both are out of Cloth--spread like Cards from a Destroyed House. Chain Me. Drag me To you. Erase this Bay. Let me be your Slave. Say … Continue reading Chocolat
Slowly softly let's dance in mid-night silence Let our breaths draw all the quietude from the moments. Put your lips down there; (let) your breasts rest on my thighs. Release me from this storm and settle me between your lips. Don't you worry my Quinn; I'll free you too sooner not later. I'll surrender to … Continue reading Mid-Night Waltz
I'll kiss the quill on the back beside the strap Before I free your dark ebony hair And turn you around to kiss your lips. I will keep my mouth on the quill As I undress you slowly. No, don't worry when I'll love you-- I'll be in front of you; enveloping you-- Letting you … Continue reading On the Quill