I almost titled this “I wish I wasn’t”. Because I care too much about how people feel about me, I don’t handle people turning away from me well. Opinions and silence matter equally to me, and inconsistency is confusing. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive Unbelievably fragile when I don’t believe I am Speak with …
In love, I’m not in it, but I find I misunderstand it I find I long for it with focused intensity, but… I’m a runner, a pusher, a shover Laces tied, sprinting fast Not running as a challenge, but hindered by fear Can I be caught? So far, no I wonder if it’ll ever be …
Morning rises Fire burning hot even as sleep pulls Every word you send becomes heat Inspiration that parts thighs Could you cross the distance? Allow me the chance to share my cries To sit astride and ride Go until the feeling passes? Come, soak up my heat Please…
You’ve startled me awake Made me long for one kiss And when longing turns to desire? Will you relieve me of this ache? I’ll wait to see, cautiously No one else has me this intrigued
Say the right thing Melt me Heart, mind, core
Turn on you stomach Raise that lovely ass high Spread impatient thighs Wide. Wide. Wider. That’s my girl A cunt so sweet Scenting the air I smell I inhale. All of you Let tentative fingers touch Slowly tease dewy lips Uh uh, not until I say Go until I say stop Show me what’s mine …
Intellectually she can see her worth Herself painted in beautiful pictures Being objective, she is a majestic being Except Her majesty is obscured by uncertainty The painting seems less vibrant And intellect can’t stop feelings. You feel me? Reconciling self is hard The world pities and destroys Not that she needs any help Or would …
Please A… Post dinner Post dessert Palate pleaser Plated perfectly Paired with wine Placed on the tongue Pierced by teeth Pleasant taste Pleasure? But who was most pleased?
Well known is your predilection A need for a certain dish served warm Keen on the salty taste, lovely earthy aroma Fingertips divide so the tongue can scoop out Coating the palate, whetting more than an appetite
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 …