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The Kiss
It’s not beauty that seduces my attention,
For you are not beautiful.
I am fascinated by your mouth.
The way your hair falls over your brow, the color.
I want to slip your glasses off your face and watch your eyes flare.
I want to unfold you,
And stretch you,
To lick and taste every inch of you,
until you shiver,
wrapped in the throes of a fever,
pitched into the fires of adultery.
I will burn with you.
How easy it is,
How simple to tell me,
“I want you.”
What seals your lips?
What fears have you succumbed to?
Have we not danced enough?
I Know That One Day Men Will Remember Us
Now embrace me,
Claim me,
For I am yours.
Just...ask...and I will fall
Backwards,
Unafraid,
Trusting,
Hungry.
If you only knew.
I will never truly know you
Until I bury my nose between your thighs,
Your hairs tickling me with your musk.
My tongue will taste you,
Savoring your flavors.
Your sack tightening,
Your cock trembling.
My tongue will Odyssey across the map of you.
My teeth grazing your ridges,
My mouth dipping into your valleys,
Rising onto your belly,
Sinking into you,
Circling you,
Swallowing you,
Sucking you.
You will trust me with your come.
This longing may only last an hour, a week, perhaps forever.
What matters is that I thirst for you.
I believe in this promise of pleasure.
I want it!
Sir
I want to adorn myself with your sweat.
Circle my neck with your come.
Raise my hips to yours.
Will you cross this bridge and meet me here?
Will you set aside duty for one night?
But before you accept my proposition, I must tell you this.
The magic promised cannot happen unless I discover your heart.
Love may have no place here.
Yet I must know you.
The dreams you carry,
Your boyhood memories,
what makes you laugh?
How did events circle us, resulting in your eyes locking with mine?
What was it that spoke to you?
Why me and not another?
You recognized me before I saw you.
You seduced me with the raise of your brow.
Human Touch
It was then that I remembered you,
And then I was lost.
Whatever happens I thank you now.
I am breathing my fill,
empowering my whole self,
claiming all of me back.
I had forgotten what it was to be a woman.
I never knew how much I have missed being me.
Did you know that I told my mother about you?
Strange,non?
She celebrated my longing for you.
Longing, because it meant I was alive.
Longing, because I had climbed out of despair.
I was cleaning myself up,
dewing my skin with precious oils and perfume.
I was feeling the fear of wanting you, pushing past it to reach out to you.
I am afraid of your power over me.
This is all so strange to me.
I revel in my desires.
For me to believe in magic, I must feel your lips against mine.
To nibble, and pull, drawing your tongue in.
I want to spent hours on your mouth,
Your chin.
Discovering your lower lip, that bit of hair beneath.
I want to suck your earlobes, dig my tongue into your ear and blow warm air.
You will ask me where I learned to do this, your voice shaking.
I will laugh lowering my lips to your neck
Exploring your collarbone.
I wonder if you will reach past the chasm to show me magic.
Tell me what to do?
What proof must I offer you?
Show me the way to your arms.
My pussy trembles just thinking of you.
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