no words…

It doesn’t matter that we don’t always understand the Now or can imagine the Future – I still want to kiss you all the time.
Your smell lingers on me for days after we have touched.
My knees still grow weak from your one casual glance.
Your voice trembles down along my spine, landing hot and wet between my legs – always between my legs.
Your eyes slay me; I am riveted, there is no going back.
Not now.

Listen.

Can you hear my heart beat faster?
There are no words.

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.

this tease…

I don’t want to cum like this, but I want to see who breaks first.  Who can resist lunging atop the other?  My eyes locked on your cock, your fist, clenching tight, pumping faster and faster.  My tits swaying as my finger starts to grind faster and faster over my clit.  My pussy glistening with wet.  I can see it in your eyes, and you can see it in mine.  We both want to fuck, but this tease…
It makes my heart race.  It stokes that fire inside me.
– slutgirlomk