Tag: love
Down There
Patient whispers.
Gentle whimpers.
Soft sweeps of your long strong fingers
Across tender, slippery, swollen flesh.
Your breath, hot and moist
Teasing and taunting
My joy.
Kiss me Daddy.
Kiss me there.
Yes, down there.
Let me feel your hunger.
Let me quench your thirst.
Kiss me where my own hunger
Knows no satisfaction.
Kiss me where you
Thrill me with the heat of
Your perfect seduction.
Burn me with that
Sweet Fire
That only you possess.
Then douse me with
The cool, slow build
Back up to
Unending
Bliss.
Ten Feet Tall
I’ve seen you
Felt you
Tasted you.
I know how
Strong
You are.
I know how
Wild
You can be.
I know you’re
Big
Thick and furry.
Like a gentle
Grizzly
Towering over me.
You can deny it,
If you want.
But I know Daddy.
I know you’re
Really
Ten Feet Tall.
And I’m not
Scared
Of you, Big Bear.
I can
Take
You.
I will
Tame
You!
Adrift
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.
My Ascent
“Can you see?”
“No. I am still lost.”
“Lost where, little girl?”
“In the depth of the ascent.”
“Ah, so you are rising. You found your fin…”
“I don’t know. I wonder if I am simply drowning in my destruction.”
“Don’t you see? You already have!”
“What do you mean?”
“You have drowned… in the depths of your feelings. But you just said it yourself. You are in the ascent. You shed your clumsy legs and formed a lovely tail to assist you in the rise.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“The woman you were is gone, but you are now something new, something perhaps better. You are being born from the destruction that was.”
“Better…”
“Yes, child. Stronger yet softer. Quicker yet more vigilant. Accessible yet careful… Full of care… for yourself.”
“Oh… I do think I love myself.”
“It seems so. Look at me. Who do you see?”
“Noone. Everyone.”
“Yes! The world is your ocean, everyone it can either swim with you, drag you back down, or help guide you up for air.”
“Is this a revelation?”
“Do you still feel lost?”
“Yes…”
“Then you still have work to do, little one. Keep swimming, keep searching.”
“I thought he had the answers, but there were only more questions. And they weighed me down.”
“I’ve told you, the answers are within you.”
“Will my faith return?”
“That is up to you. To your heart. And who you choose to anchor it to. ”
“You never mention them.”
“Should I? Is your family truly part of these questions?”
“No. They are the constant. There are no questions there.”
“Exactly, sweet girl. They are waiting, in a boat, on the surface.”
“Oh… They are the goal? They are my end?”
“There is no end. Life is nothing but a plethora of new beginnings. A journey filled with lessons and adventures. You know this… you learn this constantly. You may shed your tail tomorrow and grow wings! You may transform a dozen times before you reach the goal.”
“But they are the goal.”
“No.”
“Am I the goal?”
“Finally! Yes… It is your journey, after all.”
“My journey… My ascent…”
Let me love you
Come, baby girl, sit on my lap.
Cuddle
Feel safe
Let me love you.
A kiss on the forehead,
To melt away the worries that haunt you.
A kiss on the nose,
To show you, you are cherished.
A kiss on each fingertip,
Because you are precious to me.
A kiss on each palm,
Because everything you do is precious to me.
A kiss on your lips,
To steal your breath.
Another, deeper kiss,
To give you MY breath.
A kiss in your hair,
Because I need your essence.
A kiss behind your ear,
To make you my mess.
Come baby,
Now give me your kisses.
Cuddle.
Feel safe.
Let me love you.
Steal my kiss
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.
In His Hands
Safe and soothed,
Tempted and tickled,
Lost and lavished,
Pleasured and pained.
In his hands, I am loved.
In his hands, I am more than loved, I am adored.
In his hands, I am lifted to places too high to understand.
And I am held to depths that I must discover.
Teased but treasured,
Frozen but freed,
Bruised but beautiful,
Whittled but whole.
In his hands, I am allowed to be all the perfect imperfection that makes life worth living.
In his hands, I am taught what this world is truly about.
In his hands, I am lifted… to the heavens above heaven.
And I am held, loosely, but never let go.
I am exactly where I was always meant to be.
In his amazing hands.
Heart of Gold
Everyone said she had a heart of gold. Which made sense, because it got stolen constantly.
There was also magic in her heart. Magic and light that was coveted by some.
Having a heart of gold made her give it fairly freely, though. Passing it off with the sweet smile of naivety. When it was returned, sometimes it was polished to glowing beauty by a vital connection that only humans are blessed with. Friendship and love fed her pretty heart, making it glitter with possibility.
But sometimes, it was not returned in the condition it was given. And eventually, her golden heart was dented and tarnished, the magic dulled and became unnoticeable.
It seemed to her that no one would want it anymore. It was so damaged and broken, seemingly useless.
She brought it to him anyway, lowering her gaze as she placed it in his waiting hands. And when she looked up, she saw that he was smiling. The kind of smile reserved for things that are precious and perfect. The kind of smile that heals and renews.
He folded his hands around her banged up heart and pulled it to his chest. He replaced it with his own, gleaming brightly and handed it to her, while holding his other palm over her old tattered heart, and whispering gently…
I don’t know why you took it away,
But this is where it’s meant to stay.
Now, I’m giving MY heart to you.
Be a good girl, don’t let it get bruised.
Now, tasked with the responsibility of protecting her new heart from theft or damage, she worked hard to find the perfect people who wouldn’t steal her heart, but help her defend it. And in the soft, pale light of the rising moon, she would take it out and show it to him. The one man who would never steal her heart without giving his own for collateral.
Each night, she noticed, as he offered her a glimpse of her heart, that it wasn’t so damaged any longer. It glowed a bit more and the magic was starting to sparkle once again.
Perhaps he was mending her battered old heart.
Something she swore he would never have to do again.
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