Floating
Upon the breath
You gave me.
I beg the moon
To ask the sun…
Please
Give me this
New day.
The clock behind me
Sped too quickly,
Time before me
Ticking away
So, so slowly.
Let me drift
On the ocean
Of desire
Between us.
Let its waves
Lift me
To the peak
Of your avidity,
Before plummeting
Into the depths
Of my own voracity.
Let it lap away
At my insecurity
Until I swim
Freely in its
Decadence.
Let it destroy
The anchors
Of our inhibitions.
And allow me
To submit
To this journey.
Set me
Adrift
Toward the shores
Of your choosing.
Soon enough
This ocean
Won’t seem
So unending.
For now
I am floating
Upon the edge
Of the sunrise.
Waiting
For it to carry
You
Back to me.
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Bind me
To the edges
Of your imagination.
Strip me
Down to the nakedness
Of your desires.
Pin me
To the darkness
Of your will.
Make me
Obey the need
Of my submission.
Break me
Right through to the heart
Of my surrender.
Take me
Anywhere in the world
Of your words.
His breath against my sweet skin
Ignites an inferno within
A burning need that seems ever present
Just waiting to be ignited
By that simple gust of air.
His fingers tempt and tease me
While also locking me in place
I cannot deny, I must surrender
But sometimes I try
When his hand is in my hair.
I’m lost inside this pattern
Of breathe, pinch and pull.
When his thumb grasps my chin
And he lifts my eyes
Locking me in his beautiful, piercing stare.
I melt beneath his fixation,
His soft lake water gaze
Warm and comforting
In familiarity and knowing.
Not like monotony, but like coming home.
You are mine, I am yours.
I am breathless with want
Suffocating under the need
To be fed… to be kissed.
His lips… where are his lips?
My mind spinning, thoughts reeling,
I try to focus, to seek out
That which I need more than anything.
But he rises up over me
And holds my face between his hands.
His determination glides
Into the heat of my desperation
And as he thrusts deeply
Filling and soothing that ever present ache
His mouth finally hovers over mine.
He slows, breathing my air,
Inhaling my magic, exhaling his love.
And my whole body rises to meet him
To beg for him and offer myself
In this, our most perfect connection.
And when I do, finally surrender,
Experiencing that blissful contact
When our mouths touch
And our souls embrace…
He steals my kiss!
And with it,
takes me to those places
That only
He
Can.
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I stand, staring at you.
Punishing you with my eyes.
But I cannot look directly at you, not for long.
My fingers betray me, reaching out to you. To rake softly through that lovely beard. To skim tenderly over those sweet lips. To magnetize you, so desperate to wake the beast within.
So he might fight with me.
So he might frighten me.
So he might fuck me.
You stand motionless. Frozen. Like a dream.
My mind and heart, they’re arguing. Fighting the facts, and memorizing the ache that bears your name. That hurt fuels my magic and beckons me to look up. Look again. Look at you.
I swim in the crystal depth of those pale, sad eyes.
My mind quiets,
My heart stops,
My body lightens…
And I feel
Your hands in my hair.
Where they are meant to be.
Your breath on my skin.
Where it is meant to be.
Your lips on my forehead.
Where they are meant to be.
You sneak into my mind,
Tiny and unnoticed.
A simple thought.
The fragment of an idea.
Just a seed,
Hoping to grow and come alive.
Seeking out the deepest recess
To plant yourself, without detection,
You choose a dark, wet, hot place
To create your lurid home.
And as you settle into that
Soft, messy, delightful crevice,
You immediately begin to unfold.
Your roots unfurl,
Slithering around my darkest spaces.
Wrapping around those tender dreams,
And all of those needs and desires
I’ve tried to ignore for so long.
Marionetting my control,
Wrapping tightly around my power,
Teasing and testing my humiliation,
Penetrating my lust,
Torturing my thrill for pain…
Oh, but you don’t stop.
You’re still just a seed.
A wicked seed.
But you must to be nurtured.
As your stem rises,
Introducing yourself to my consciousness,
I am drawn to you.
A fantasy, unrealized?
A dream, not recalled?
An inspiration.
Awakening me completely,
Coursing through my imagination,
Until my surrender is eminent.
In masterful form,
You dominate my mind completely.
And when I am finally able
To help you flower,
I’m helpless…
In my own release.
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