I’m not sure if my heart should be ignored
I’ll follow any thing that leads me to your door…
… You just drive me wild
– The Blow Monkeys –
a promise or command…
divining…
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
– William Shakespeare –
finger lickin’…
muse…
When the muse comes to your bedside don’t tell her you’ll fuck her later.
– Allen Ginsberg –
more things that make me moan…
When my nipple hardens in your mouth.
Hearing your voice, husky and hot in my ear.
The way you watch me as I undress for you.
Your cum face.
Licking and sucking the length and width of your dancing cock.
Hearing your fantasies, making them happen.
To dress for you, without a bra and barely a pair of panties.
A hearty, deep finger fuck.
My long legs draped over your shoulders.
My lips barely tracing your body… all over.
Your sex smell.
Being completely still and naked in front of the other, barely breathing… watching the other.
Your hands gripping tight in my hair, on my hips, around my breasts.
Every time you blush.
When you undress me, slowly, gently, sweetly.
When you firmly, unapologetically hold my wrists above my head, pin them behind my back.
When your brow creases from need, from the intensity of our pleasure.
The nape of your neck.
Knowing what you think when you touch yourself.
Your secrets.
what i want 2…
I want you to put my legs over your shoulders.
I want to fuck outside.
I want you to seduce me just by hand contact alone.
I want you to suck on my feet while you fuck me.
I want you to write poetry for me.
I want you to finger fuck me hard until I squirt.
I want you to buy me lingerie and then watch me slowly undress.
I want you to read to me.
I want you to wrap your hands tight in my hair.
I want you to wake me with kisses.
I want to wash you with my bare hands.
I want to watch us in the mirror.
I want you breathless.
Fuck, I just want you.
“He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with rain beating on the windows.”
– Don De Lillo –
your hands…
– ii-
your hands unhinge me
bending me to your will
kneading more than words
fingertips trace
my shivers
my shivers
your palms
chase my kisses
though we say it is yours
the pleasure is all mine