Restless turning Twisted sheets Shallow dreams Choppy breathing Chatty tongue Babble, babble Dawn breaks Groggy recollections Body aches Dragging frame Unpaid debt Adding up, adding up
I usually don’t post more than once a day so forgive me this second one. Just writing what’s on my mind. Scathing Lashing, rendering helpless Her words burn Mowing down strong men Beheading with deadly accuracy Practiced cruelty? Staving off advances, discussion Utilizing an intelligent mind To dissect with ease Cut to the quick To …
Dark clouds Hurt feelings A longing to express Held captive By the need to remain silent Vulnerable, nursing gaping wounds Pain intertwines with confusion Words form a single file line ready for release Give voice to fetid feelings Diminish the choking hold Let pain slip beyond clamped lips To produce a calm heart set to …
Tracing from root to tip Sucking in the stray drips Enjoying that unique flavor A taste too delicious not to savor
Been thinking about this post I’m old enough Age, experience, time Accomplished enough Degrees, wisdom, ability That I should open my eyes each day And know I’m capable More than able Can take on the world With the snap of my fingers Except a fear resides in me A worry that I can’t That I …
Just a feeling, right? Until it becomes a tangible thing More than a lump in my throat More like I’m choking to death I’m a sensitive soul Offended by my upset sensibilities Can’t quit my job, can I? But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be What’s bubbling up is this urge To …
Quickly I turn Face down Face buried in pillows Facing the rising need Legs part I’m remembering Slick sounds A slick body thrusting into me Mouth open A lazy moan slips out A long groan slips out A quiver winding tight Bursting wide A pretty peach so pink Wishing to be touched By more than …
We roll around in filthy fun Sex, emotions, insatiable lust Dirty stuff staining our skin Coating lips and throat Bodies reeking of it The fragrance of mutual exchange Won’t leave this spot Until we’ve soaked it all up The best of our mess The brunt of our desire Slacked in powerful waves That ruin more …
I ask nicely For one lick Because I love it The peppery flavor Coating my tongue I lick again Until you ask nicely “May I?”
Thoughts of old lovers rise like ghosts Slipping beneath my skin to burn Haunting whispers in my mind Keeping me from my sleep