Your tongue dancing arches my back Fingers dipping inside as I moan This pleasure so acute I can barely breathe You render me senseless as you send me over Drinking my pleasure like wine And as you lift your lips to mine I taste sweet passion, immeasurable delight
So, for all my frank exploration and talk of sex, what you don’t know is I’ve been pretty sheltered. Some of it comes from an upbringing with an over protective mother (aggravated by the early loss of my father and an older sister who got pregnant young). I just didn’t get out much. There’s more …
I wrote part of this while in the grips of medication and exhaustion. I’m only marginally more alert and traveling to boot. This particular train story won’t leave me alone though. The moment he entered the train I got that… Feeling about him. He had dark, close cropped hair that I wanted to touch. He …
Words from The Sunday Whirl. I’m a messy combination of half-naked woman and sex hormones. It’s too hot to ache for a body against mine yet that’s exactly what I want. — So… Overheated Needing spread limbs to twine Wind tightly together Please Craving a strong hand Around my sweat slicked throat Fisting through my …
The other story wasn’t coming together so I’m tossing you poetry instead. Connected to the first story Dragging me under This need to break you Tie you forever to my side By blood and by breath Bones crushing, crashing down I leave, come back, leave Unable to break free Even as we break each other …
A day early with this, but that’s okay. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, words from The Sunday Whirl (the words are up on Facebook). Prompt: Charmed — You get me with a simple phrase, capture me with the range of your brilliance I am fertile like my heart, shifting close to the bright beam that …
Haven’t done any poetry in a while. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction and words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Accident — The deep cut should’ve been my clue as the visions danced like bright fairies before my eyes I quickly became a nebulous thing, red blood dripping, my spirit hovering above my prone body Opaque …
Really quick update because I’ve got some serious packing to do before I fly out this weekend. Week 2 requires us to look up articles related to one of our goals. My first goal revolves around editing so I went on a search for articles of the breed. I asked Vikki for help and her …
The queen of self-fulfilling prophesies, me Of the dark skin The brown eyes Mouth too wide, but silent Too silent for you to understand The shift in our conversation comes as no surprise My expectations outstrip your performance Or maybe it was me who was too high Searching for affection in lies You meant to …
Last day of National Poetry Month. Highlights from this month includes some haikus and lamenting my missing creativity. While I’ll continue posting poetry, I feel it important to note the end of the month with a motley crew of poetry. I’m utilizing Andy’s prompt for the first. Prompt: Unintended Consequences Word Count: 123 Jealousy Opening …