Tag: love

Love Storm

94___Love_signs__by_bittersweetvenom[1]

in your arms
beneath the breath
of your whispers
that everything
will be alright,
the ideas
that it won’t
fade easily from
my mind.

in your arms
under the soft
prodding
of your fingers,
the fear of being
untouched
is erased
and replaced
with the fever
of need
and desire.

in your arms
covered in the
tenderness
of your kisses,
the anxiety
that I don’t want
to hide
ebbs away
through the
unhurried
path of
your lips.

in your arms
sheathing you
like a capsule
holding a storm,
I find
peace
in surrender
to your
most intimate
touch.

in your arms
penetrate me
with your will,
shower me
with your rain,
blow away
the seeds of
doubt,
and fill me
with your
thunder
lightning
and
purpose.

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Before Dawn

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In the stark blackness
Of morning
Unfettered from the
Supreme rush
Of wakeful humanity,
There is pure magic
In the breeze
And the song
Of the
Frogs, crickets, birds…

They compose a
Symphony
For us.
Listen closely darling
As we kiss
In the pale, filtered
Light of the
Waning moon.

Inhale the breath
Of my sleepy
Yearning.

Pull me
To You
To the ground
To the pleasure
That awaits us
Amongst
Nature’s symphony.

Just
Before
Dawn.

Image titled ‘before dawn’ by ByLaauraa via DeviantArt.com

Gravity

Apart
One too many
Sunset and rise,
We find one another
Again.
No space.
No time.
Touching timidly,
Kissing frantically,
The synergy
Magnetizes us like
Gravity
Between two planets.

But when
Our bodies
Finally unite and
Our skin burns
With the fire
Of our collision,
The flames
Are not of
Destruction
But of
Renewal.

Our love blazes
Hotter
Than the sun,
Fiercely
Entangling us
In the breathless
Creation
Of two becoming one.

Flesh to flesh.
Limbs entwined.
Nothing will be saved.
Nothing to be spared.
Nothing.

But
Our love.
Our need.
Our unending
Lust.

Like gravity.

Bed Sheets

Love between the sheets by millionmilesofwater via DeviantArt.com
Love between the sheets by millionmilesofwater via DeviantArt.com

Incandescence permeates
the thin cloth we hide beneath
Is it the sunset, or the sunrise?
Or is it us, glowing from within?
I cannot tell how long we’ve been here
Beneath these bed sheets
Wading in and out of
The warmth of each others delight.
It started with the promise of
Your hands, those lovely fingers,
So strong and reaching,
Clinging to my face as you searched…
Your clear, cogent stare seeking
Out the bubbles of doubt and fear
That percolated behind my eyes….
Your sweet, gentle, knowing smile
Popping each one with precision
Until my own hands softened and urged
Those lips to taste away any remnants
Of my trepidation.
And I surrendered.
In potent kisses,
Whispered words,
And gasping giggles,
My body becomes your candle.
You light me, ignite me, melt me
Into a puddle of sighs and pleas that
Dash against you fervently
Warming you from the outside in.
But still, we are incomplete.
Your coaxing and urging turn to
Pinning and taking.
No longer a question,
Submission is required.
And my stinging skin is
Reward for us both.
The last of your will
Lands, glistening, on my flesh.
Salty strands of love for me to
Play in, taste and treasure.
After our skin cools
And heartbeats slow,
You carry me beneath the shower.
Where the water pressure
Is a delicious reminder of
The wicked sin that is our pleasure.
All that you can deliver,
I want it bad
I want it again, and again, and again.
So that when I wake to see
Incandescence permeate these bed sheets,
I can smile at you and
Feel your smile in return.
Just as you are, my sun.

Pressure by Milk & Bone

You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
All that you can deliver, I want it bad
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
I can feel in my fingers all the last inner comfort of your
Bed sheets, your bed sheets
Is this your heart beat?
Or is it mine?
Heavy but slowly,
Save it for now
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
All that you can deliver, I want it bad
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
I can feel in my fingers all the last inner comfort of your
Bed sheets, your bed sheets
They turn with hunger,
Poll soaked with mine
Better and deeper into your mind
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
All that you can deliver, I want it bad
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
I can feel in my fingers all the last inner comfort of your
Bed sheets, your bed sheets

My blanket fort

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Beneath the
Soft swaths of sheets
In the dewy light
Of morning
Your fingers are slaves
To my skin
Your breath is sin
On my flesh
I’m lost in the
Sweet pain
I’m found in the
Unprecedented
Ecstacy
Playful tickles
Turn to joyous
Surrender as
I watch your lips
Roam
Through the language
Of your passion
And then feel them
As they are part of me
On my desperate mouth
On my sensitive skin
On my slick, wanton flesh
Beneath this canopy
Created lovingly
For the girl
Who never grew out
Of such things
You explore the
Woman
Enraptured in
The adventure
She can bring
But beyond exploration
As you bury yourself
Inside my slippery
Sweetness
And my body sings
Our union
Under the blankets
Of our love
It is not that of
Two souls finding
Each other
But that of one
Reuniting
The pleasure builds
Slowly
Then fervently
Until our bodies
Are embattled
In the loving game
Only we
Can create

Bliss

Tangled fingers,
Whispers and breath,
My heart thrums your song
Deep inside my chest.

Feather light kisses
Deft exploration,
I’m the stars and planets
As you map my constellation.

Growl against
Those sensitive finds,
Testing my body
As we further entwine.

Tickle and taste me
I know that sweet torture
Will offer me sanctuary
No need for brick and mortar.

Sign your name on my flesh,
Please, mark my skin.
So I can be reminded
Of bliss again and again.

My patchwork knight
Take what you’ve won
I will sing beneath your touch
And will be your rising sun.

Buzzing

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Touch VIII by Madmanu via DeviantArt.com

High on life
On you
On me
Buzzing
Licking our lips
Nose to nose
There is
No air
To come up for
There is
No space
Needed between us
Your fingers
Tuck away a bit
Of autumn sunrise
While one of mine
Dips into
That valley hidden
Beneath the scruff
Below
Those lips
I adore
Which cannot
Kiss me enough
Which cannot
Speak too much
Which cannot
Utter a single hurt
Sipping
At mine
Like a bee
Seeking
That life giving
Nectar
Yes
Take more
Buzzing
There’s always more
Together
Like this
We could
Buzz forever
We WILL
Daddy

Squirm

Perched in your lap
Hands on your cheeks
Sipping away at your
Sugar, sweet kisses
Until my jaw aches
And my lips burn

Squirm

A growl in your throat
Fingers tighten in aggravation
Across my creamy, soft thighs
Pressing the urgency within
Straight through my flesh
To my hungry core

Squirm

Long, puffed exhales
With soft, liquid smiles
My hands find a path
Beneath your shirt
And dance through
That soft, dark fur beneath

Squirm

Baring your teeth and
Narrowing your eyes
Wake up, Beast!
Come out and play with me
A giggle bubbles from
Somewhere next to my heart

Squirm

Determination sets your brow
Your hands cover mine
Pulling them, and me
Around you, against you
Crushing me with the
Strength of a Daddy Bear

Squirm

Our bodies are not bodies
But fire, light and electricity
Control is lost to these
Primal needs and desires
Unfolding and invading
Like hungry vines in the wild

Squirm

No more breath, no more sound
Just you, thrusting inside
With furiousity, unmeasured
Deeper, more, harder, faster
Until you still me in one glance
With that carnal look of intimacy

Squirm

Take me, tease me, torment me
Chase me, Hunt me, Catch me
Over and over, until you cannot
And I surrender, wicked Beast
Because you make me

Squirm

A Bedtime Wish

A fairytale written just for me,
I listen, intently
for the happily ever after. 

A princess and a knight,
in a world I can only imagine,
finding the love of dreams.

A little girl’s fantasy,
so very rare in reality, but
captured in the moments in between.

A Bedtime Story,
for the child in my heart,
one I can cherish for eternity.

A tale that heals,
in its innocence, but
burns with hidden passion.

The kind of story,
that rewrites the past,
and creates a new future.

A fairytale, written only for me,
a treasure of trust and hope,
for me, only for me.

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bedtime stories by Rona Keller via DeviantArt.com

Dress me

mirror, mirror by aimeelikestotakepics via DeviantArt.com
mirror, mirror by aimeelikestotakepics via DeviantArt.com

As I stand and watch myself in the filmy dressing room mirror, I try to gauge your reaction. You often study me, and always appreciate me, but in this moment of contemplation, I feel like a work of art.

It isn’t the clothes you are choosing, it is the way they accentuate the curve of my hip and the line of my leg.

It isn’t the fabric you are concerned with, but the way it falls over my breasts and where it skims across my thigh.

It isn’t the color you are judging, but the way it compliments my soft creamy skin and the unusual hue of my green eyes.

When your fingers skim and shift, causing my heart to flutter and my core awakens, your eyes tell me that, yes, you are objectifying me. But because I long for it. Because I crave to be your possession. Because I’m just a little girl seeking approval.

So, when I ask you, shall I wear my hair curly or straight? Do you prefer the hoop earrings over the simple gems? Or, which stockings and shoes you like best?

It isn’t because I can’t decide.

I can, and I would.

But you’re here, Daddy, and you want me. So tell me how to make myself just as you desire.

Choose for me.

Decide for you.

Dress me.

The reward is absolutely worth your attention.

For the pleasure of seeing me shine under the spotlight of your love is surely artistry of it’s own.