tangerine coral lotus blossoms on indigo sapphire waves framed with
ivory sand. the sun holds court in the sky beating down warming
with a glow of amarillo sun blaze. you & i on an island -- you wear a
of ruby silk covering only scant sections of skin. your hair is in
fixed to the top of your head -- a crowned glory of cinnamon-colored
scented with frankincense & myrrh.
you smile at me -- placing a throng of lilies on my head in welcome. i
before you dressed in strategically placed flowers. tangles of
covering my hips & in-between my thighs. gardenia buds & petals over my
breasts & shoulders & a crimson petaled rose for you between my lips.
our lips meet -- & we press our soft cheeks together & you take the rose
my mouth & you place the rose over your ear.
we take each other's hands & walk over where you have laid a blanket in
sand. we stand before each other touching palm to palm, toe to toe, &
to breast. we peer into each others eyes bumping noses pressing our sun
warmed flesh -- letting no air escape between us. my hands touch your
your hands touch my hips. my lips touch your lips & your lips touch
your soul reflects your smile -- & your smile reflects my soul. there is
golden thread that holds us together & our lips speak vows to always
honor & protect each other. we are the only witnesses that we need.
you become my wife & i become your wife here under the sun--on this
for us to explore & find each other.
you spread me over the blanket like honey over vanilla ice cream. you
over me, letting the fringes of your silk glide over my skin. you slowly
remove my flowered trappings, kissing away the petals so that our
the sand is arrayed with them on either side, so that i am before you
offering myself to you over a bed of white linen & petals. the foliage
the palms overhead creates a canopy, letting spots of light slide in.
you blindfold me & i can only see a thread of light that is spotted
eyelids. i feel something tantalizing cool slide up my arm, over my
blades, into the dip of my neck then over my lips. it is a sweet piece
mango -- i recognize the flavor immediately & smile. i want to touch you
am bound on the honor system not to. i do not touch you unless you tell
next i feel something warm gliding over my arm, over my shoulder
into the dip of my neck then into my mouth. it is your tongue. you kiss
deeply & suck on my bottom lip. you tell me that i taste like mango. i
feel the sharp point of your nail tracing down my neck & then lower on
nipple. then there on my nipple you place what feels like the white hot
clamp of fire -- but without looking i know it's an intricate set of
clamps that rush a tremble through my body like wildfire.
i can feel you lower your lips to my nipple & trace your tongue around
unclamped nipple. you move your hand & then return with wet cold ice.
ice, the sweetness falling between two intensities. my ass moves in
against the linen, jerking slightly, feeling the first tendrils of orgasm
bubble up inside of me. you place a warning palm over my sex & say no,
i know this game well. you will take & take from me until i submit &
my final release. to disobey you would be blasphemous.
you cup my sex in your hot palm, just stroking the surface -- never the
core of me. i feel you move beside me & you lower your lips as if to
from my chalice -- i gasp as i feel your tongue part me in half. you
electric pulse inside me that makes my heart palpitate the cadence of
name. my hips crash like a folding wave & my legs thrash with trembles
you stop abruptly.
your voice growls low & you warn me that you will spank me if i move
i feel you take the clamp off of my nipple -- & then put the nipple into
mouth. you put the clamp on my opposite nipple while applying the ice
other one. you trace your fingers down the slope of my belly and pause
fingers over my glistening sex. then my body jolts involuntarily as if
charged with a mind of its own -- the aftershock sweeping through me.
you growl & turn me over so i am over your knees with my bare bottom
in the breeze. & i think this is what i was counting on. you tell me
i am a slut, a bad girl, a tease -- these are things i know by
heart -- they are
all true -- & my cheeks grow warm with your praise. my ass wiggles a bit
your knee -- pressing my sex against you. your hand falls across me like
whip snaps -- touching all five fingers down in your assault.
you spank me until your hand is tired -- until you are so frenzied with
own lust -- until you take me like i am meant to be taken on all
fours -- bent
over your lap with your fingers moving inside me -- twisting me up inside
until i cry out your name & beg for release.