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Please Do

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2131272-please-do.mp3]

 

Oh, how this dreadful heart

Still races

At every word

That passes through my eyes

How the thunder of anxiety

Flows and pulses through me

At just the mention of you

And reminds me of

Those damn eyes

 

How I tremble every time

Your heart passes through mine

Too often, far too often

I see the signs

Warning of danger

And yet, love, I still linger

At the crossroads

Where our hearts once met

Where I once thought

You were heaven sent

 

You, you, the most divine hell

How your every thought

Made my soul swell

My body quell

The image of you rough

Taking and making me

Submit to your touch

Oh please, heart

Please mind

Don’t bring his face

Before my eyes

Once more

 

Please do

 

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Her Restraint

She sank her teeth
Into his truth
And bled all his lies away

She licked and suckled
Their brains both muddled
Her seeking
Him giving
All that he was

She bared herself
To his teeth too
But too tentative
Was his touch
Her soul remained
Too tough

As much as she strained
To give what remained
Of her heart, her soul
Her very being
She stayed locked up
Incapable of feeling
To her deepest depths

Though her love for him
Coursed
Through every vein and vessel
She could not let go
Of what she’d come to know
Remorse
At every bend and trestle

Both remained at a standstill
Both always loving
Though her heart was locked
Unable
To let her love out
Never free from her doubt

Never having
Never fully loving
Always unaware
Of all she had to share

She keeps her love, desperate
For someone to feel
A heart that will heal
And allow her, finally, respite


Timeless

A collection of micropoetry I wrote on Twitter, finally collected into one piece. Some additions, revisions, and corrections.

*********************

He was timeless
Strong and slightly severe
With the deepest, knowing eyes
At first glance, she knew
She was helpless

She was both dark and fair
Pale soft skin, smoldering hair
And a sorrow held within brown eyes
She caught his eye
He was ensnared

Her eyes met his
Both entranced
By one another
Both romanced
By each other
Two souls
Connected
Like this

To him she was the light
He was the light to her
Both shone onto each other
Into each other
Banishing the darkest night
As they fell
So did their shadows

They examined their fears
Soaked in their tears
Bathed with each other
In dark shared desires
Hungrily they fed the fires

While their pain they stroked
Their passions were evoked
In whispers and moans
And deep muffled groans
They lit up the world
They now shared

He and she
Held tightly
Sweet words exchanged
Lives rearranged
They fit and they bonded
Their love resounded

But even echoes fade

Burned too bright
In their endless night
Both left charred
And with new scars
Surprised by new seeping wounds
And fresh blood they’d wrung

They fought to rekindle
But love quickly dwindled
More strangers now
Than they’d been
When they’d met
Love so strong, now gone
They wept

Parting in tears
With newborn fears
Unsure of themselves
And their place
In the world
Now frightened
Of love unfurled

~FIN


Quietly Waiting

I can write erotica, yes.  🙂

*****

You find me ready and waiting.  So ready.

On my hands and knees on my bed, wearing a short black nighty that does nothing to cover my bare ass.  Looking back at you with a welcoming smile, eyes shining with desire.

Without a word, you are on the bed behind me, your stiffening cock in hand.  Holding my hip steady, you slowly push inside, and release a flood of warmth – pooling there just for you.  You pull back and spread my juices all along the outside of my pussy.  The tip of your cock, dripping with my anticipation for you, circles and teases my clit, making me shudder and moan, pushing back against you.

You hold me steady, and with delicious cruelty, smack my clit with your cock.  I cry out, jumping, and you shush me, tell me to keep still.  Your cock rock hard now, you tease me again, running up and down the lips of my wet pussy, again circling my clit, again smacking it.

You torture me this way until I am begging you to stop, my clit crying out for steady pressure, for release.  Your cock so wet from base to tip, sheathed and glistening with my juices, you line yourself up, grab my hips, and slam into me hard.

I come instantly, screaming out your name, grinding my ass back against you.  My pussy convulses around you as you push, burying yourself so deep inside me.  Your cock bathed in waves of hot, wet, clenching flesh.

I am still coming when you start to fuck me, gripping the sheets of the bed with white knuckles.  You move in me, slowly at first.  Watching as your cock emerges from my cunt, wet and sticky.  Watching as you feed it back into me.  I am so tight around you.  With every slow thrust, you claim me, stretch me, fill me perfectly.

I start to move against you, and you pick up the pace.  Your hips slam against my ass, your hands find my shoulders and pull me back on you harder.  Loving the feel of your cock inside me, both of us lost in the agonizing pleasure.

Suddenly you grab my hair, wrapping it around your hand and tugging slightly, holding my head up and making me arch my back more.  Reaching down with your other hand, you graze my clit, making my pussy bite down harder on your cock.  Fucking me steadily, your fingers circle, rubbing harder and faster.  And again I explode on your dick.

While my cunt clenches around you, while I am at the brink of collapsing in rapture, you grip my hips tight and pound into me mercilessly.  Your cock battering my pussy so hard it’s all I can to to stay upright.  I am overcome and in tears while you take me.  Your cock swelling further inside me as you fuck me, staking me so deeply.

With one final hard thrust, you empty yourself in me.  The feel of your cock throbbing and twitching in me, hot bursts of come flooding me, sends me over the edge, again and again and again.  I grind back against you, wanting every drop of you, needing it.  Loving giving you that release.  Loving how you give it to me.


From The Vault – 1

I say “From The Vault – 1” because I’m sure there will be times like tonight where I have nothing much to say, but still feel like posting something.  So here’s the first of what will be a few; something written years ago and tucked into a forgotten corner.  Don’t mind the cobwebs – and by cobwebs I mean hilariously bad writing.  =P

 

*Untitled – circa 2007 – unfinished and unedited*

 
Shouldering into her favorite black hooded parka, Kris glanced at her reflection in the hall mirror.  Though she didn’t consider herself “beautiful,” she could see what it was perhaps that drew men to her.  Her large brown eyes twinkled as she gave herself a once-over, taking in her full lips, soft cheeks, perfectly proportioned ears and nose.  Lustrous brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in graceful waves, natural highlights sparkling in the evening light that poured through the windows.  Giving it a toss, she grinned.

Her gaze traveled down, admiring the plumpness of her breasts, just visible over the tight black tank.  Her stomach wasn’t yet as flat as she wanted, and her hips were full, leading to thighs that had always troubled her.  But, even with the cotton-soft blue jeans she wore, her legs and butt looked fantastic, especially with the tall sweater boots snugged up to her knee.

Kris grinned again, slinging a tattered black purse over her shoulder.  Making sure she locked and bolted the door behind her, she yanked the hood of her coat over her head and sprinted through the downpour towards his car.  He was just getting out to come to her door, so she saw him standing there, his hair already matted down with rain, his shirt on its way to becoming soaked.  She laughed, and they both fell into the car, shaking water from themselves.

Without a greeting, he turned the ignition, giving life to the stereo.  Nine Inch Nails screamed through the dank air as the car’s heater kicked back on and Kris pulled her hood down, her hair tumbling loose.  Buckling her seatbelt, she turned to look at him.

He was an Adonis.  To her, a perfect specimen of what a man should be.  At roughly six foot, Lewis wasn’t huge, nor did he have the physique of a body builder.  He was well built, lean, with blue eyes that flashed at her at all the right moments.  His gleaming blonde hair fell lightly around his shoulders, a high forehead and aquiline nose perfecting the visage.  But, oh, it was his lips that made her breath hitch in her throat.  Those lips that made her ache in the middle of the night if she was weak enough to let herself imagine them; their softness, their warmth, the lingering pressure they left on hers long after they had parted.

Looking away, she laughed.  It was ridiculous how crazy this man made her.

They talked, having long ago gotten used to speaking over and around the ever present pulsing music.  With each word  – about where they should go to pick up a twelve-pack, what they should get, what they would spent their night doing – his voiced thrilled her.  Low, somewhat gravelly, all-together sexy.  She could hardly keep her mind on the conversation, her thoughts were spinning out of control.

Walking though the grocery store, they touched casually, as friends will do; playfully punching and pushing, leaning close to see what the other was looking at, their bodies brushing as they passed in the aisles.  Nothing that would suggest a romantic connection, unless one looked hard enough and long enough.  They’d both grown accustomed as well to keeping their feelings from prying eyes.  Of which there were a few.

They entered the cooler, looking for cheap (but good) beer, and she entertained the thought of taking him right there.  Pressing up against the cold cases, letting him feel the full heat of her body, the heat that he himself created in her.  She longed, desperately, to feel his arms around her once more, taste his mouth on hers.

The moment passed, and they walked away trading childish insults that were their form of affection.  He grabbed her hand quickly on the way back to the car when she nearly skidded on the wet pavement, their eyes locking meaningfully.  Back in the car, the music blasting once more, they fell into an easy, comfortable silence as a favorite track played out the feelings between them.

You and me
We’re in this together now
None of them can stop us now
We will make it through somehow
You and me
If the world should break in two
Until the very end of me
Until the very end of you

All that we were is gone, we have to hold on
All we were is gone, we have to hold on
When our hope is gone, we have to hold on
All we were is gone, but we can hold on

You and me
We’re in this together now
None of them can stop us now
We will make it through somehow
You and me
Even after everything
You’re the queen and I’m the king
Nothing else means anything

They spent the evening and night watching movies, playing video games, talking about nothing important, merely enjoying the feeling of being able to be together.  Meaningful looks and suggestive comments were batted about, along with much laughter and teasing.  Though she wanted nothing more than to throw herself at him, she knew how this game was played; she was an expert.  And she honestly enjoyed this quiet before the storm.

Six beers and a few shots from an old bottle of Smirnoff later, they stumbled back to her place.  He didn’t need an invitation anymore, they both knew what they wanted, and had been waiting all evening for it.  She led him to her room, shutting the door and turning off the lights as they entered.  He sat on the bed, watching the muted TV she had left on as she tossed her coat and purse onto a rack by the door.  Turning to him with a smile, she fluffed her hair out behind her, still damp from the rain.

As she moved towards him, his eyes lifted, and he grinned softly.  Such a tough, sarcastic guy in all other arenas, Kris knew that here he was hesitant, shy even.  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of his waist, her bottom on his lap.  Looking into those deep blue eyes she loved more than anything else, she lowered her face slowly to his, letting their lips touch briefly, their noses rubbing delicately against each other.  She kissed him softly, opening her lips as he did the same, their passion straining as she worked up to it’s release.

Th-th-th-th-that’s all folks!  That’s all she wrote.  =)


Pretend – Voice

Wish you were that kind.
That you stalked my every line.
Looking for yourself.

Wish I was the one,
Your all encompassing sun.
Revolve around me?

You don’t have the time.
No, your passion surmounts mine!
And I am eclipsed…

It’s not meant to be.
It is obvious to me.
Please, pretend you’re mine?


Flames; Haiku

Few words were exchanged,
Yet enough to spark a flame,
“trespass sweetly urged!”

Notwithstanding doubt,
Desire will always win out.
Flames turn to a blaze.

Heat engulfs, swallows,
Fills the aching emptiness.
Searing with relief.

A wildfire builds, boils,
Tongues of flame caress and writhe.
Torrid heat mounts, swells…

Conflagration reached!
Brilliant sparks shatter the night!
A roaring release!

Flames recede in waves.
Quiet, blissful aftermath.
Coals still burning bright.

Until that next Good Night.


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