A dignified affair No tie, no suit Seated comfortably A sophisticated feast An arm slid around her waist just as she lifted the pan to turn the omelet. She let out an undignified squeal nearly dropping her food. He wrapped a steadying hand around hers. “Morning.” She turned her attention back to the dish. “Mmm, …
A single bite A choice spot Where would you sink your teeth? Along a delicate neck Around one blackberry colored nipple In the curve of a round bottom Along the line of one generous thigh Or between? In lips that start dark Funneling in to pink flesh that grips back This body meant for nibbling …
Sounds floated through the cracked door. The low murmur of voices, the scrape of chairs along the floor, silverware clattering against plates, and wine being poured seemed a distant buzz under the frantic beat of her heart. His moist breath fanned over the space where neck and shoulder met. Her naked skin pulled taut, goosebumps …
An interior of delicate lace Wrapped in a hard steel exterior The intricate workings of her being Hidden for a certain seeker
A rush of emotion like the blush of a sunset If I could spell out the angst that covers me like dark clouds I’d retell the story of my soul “Once upon a time, there was this pretty brown-skinned girl with a heart full of hope” Oh, the stories I’d narrate to help that one …
When did we become so sensitive as a people? When every word uttered leads to offense taken A glance speaks volumes to our fragile hearts And we’d fall apart piece by piece
Arousal is a delicate thing More than the flowering of her cunt, More than wet desire coating plump lips. She’s seeking that mind-body connection Creeping into her being Deeper than a cock could plunge Stretching the walls of her psyche Leaving her breathless, crying out The name of her lover on her lips The one …
Resentment Not a response you’d expect Here I stand I hum with arousal I sing with regret Picturing your fingers tracing Gliding, tickling, tracing Down the curve of my spine “You’re mine” A jolt of desire A hiss of despair As I let you touch Wake and take Those secret parts of me I shiver …
My life is a series of check-ins. The cool surface of the keyboard or the smooth glide of the iPhone are the only touch I know. “New alert for you, Deidre. Rachael liked your photo.” Rachael, my friend from college. She used to stay over in my room to study for Organic Chem and we’d …
This wanted to be a story, but it’s the last day of poetry month so I tweaked it a bit. His handshake told me secrets Tight, but not too tight Slightly calloused palms And unbelievable heat I knew in two seconds His attitude, aptitude The depth of his command And his ability to direct me …