I had you worded like a love spell. So quiet, so sweet. Wrapping my body around you like a sex fiend, I twisted my tongue around your tip. Made you so far inside my mouth, I made my own eyes water. I rolled with your wave, gave you what you needed, when you needed, rightContinue reading “Caught in your whirlpool”
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Stillness between movements finds the tension building… Between the dark spaces of you and me I find light in your grazing fingertips. Between the slow paced breath of us I find the comfort in your quiet lull. Between the fluttering pace of heart beats I find the likeness deep in your eyes. Between the softContinue reading “Between”
You come. You dose. You take. You consume. You lead. I follow. We breathe. It falls. I listen. I’m quiet. I consume. I want. The day follows me in absence and all I believe in is now. I think as you wish.
don’t hold back
You make me feel. Better than I was, like there could be a place for you where there was no one else before. You make me want, you make me ache. Hungry for your taste, ready for your touch. Willing to beg you to leave your scent all over me. I’m caught up in thisContinue reading “don’t hold back”
girl caught in your whirlpool
Thoughts engage me in silky memories of you. You’re like a playlist that crawls beneath my skin, My Eyes close with the thought of it. My fingertips find my lips, Tongue grazing the surface with thoughts. I’m suffering from hunger, A desperate need to taste you… And no one else will do. And with theContinue reading “girl caught in your whirlpool”
She was, she is.
She was a silent love force. A Muse of her own. Something like magic, anxiously stirring in a teacup. Desperate to be drank and understood.
I thought it’d be him. I can feel the sting still deep in my psyche. I knew for sure it’d be him. Until the time came to produce and felt nothing coming to me. I thought it’d be the end. I knew it deep down inside. I knew for sure he could be my guidingContinue reading “black light”
The book found me again. As a teacher to tell me to let go of the emotions with thought and experiment and learn and feel utmost pleasure and play in the deeper end. I can’t help but constantly question. Constantly think about the next discovery of you. Driven by a deep rooted ache that won’tContinue reading “bittersweet exploration”
I like your focus, Given deliberate. Courteous with thought, kind in movement. I like your texture, Curious with landscape Hidden softly, carefully felt. I like your sound, Sweet symphony delivered with purpose. Slow like honey, dripping with accuracy. Tell me that you’re my magic. Then show me.
I can be in love twenty one times and it doesn’t matter. Because when I look at you, my heart splits and my soul expands. And in that factor, I’ll give what you ask me to. I am ready for your warmth, patient for your glorification.