I. Purity
He used his talons as his lifesource
Not only to embrace those lifegiving nutrients
But to fend off the unwanted.
She was fair-- in no way meek,
Her body was a temple of the goddess, Worshipped.
Rarely did she speak of evil,
Oft she spoke of love, demanded respect.
He saw her across the room
Large woman, Huge smile
Eyes piercing his soul.
He could not escape.
The refuge he sought was in her arms. Just
out of reach.
Her eyes invited him over
Her words, welcoming, offered the seat
beside her
He sat at her feet...
II. Clarity
Etchings on the wall
Reminded her of the past.
Her hopes, her dreams.
She was willing to be worshipped,
Tasted, Savored.
He knew what he wanted --
Her body and soul.
The tactile embrace of
Lips on skin,
Hands through hair.
He moved to her feet,
Removing each shoe delicately,
With purpose.
Intensly, he lifted each foot to his mouth.
He sucked, he savored.
He wanted this.
A woman at peace in nature.
Draped in the silk of the goddess,
She was embraced, taken.
Captured.
His kiss lingered.
She saw herself in his eyes.
Bathed by his tongue.
Electric.
Connected.
(a work in
progress)
Multifalsities
He walks right back in like he said he
never would again.
I've been one to recognize his outspoken
dirty lies,
by the steely look in his beady eyes.
And I can see the falsities, the dirt that
stains -- just at the knees.
He never has to say please.
It doesn't matter where or when.
You can bet that he'll come back again
for more it seems...
But that's not what it means.
He comes to say the dirty lie, then spit
his venom in your eyes.
Once again reprieving, once again deceiving
in the background you kneel believing,
it's a new day, nothing that his tongue
can say
will touch you like it did yesterday.
So you lay the knives upon the counter
believing that today you have the power.
He sees that look shining in your eyes
and he can't help but mesmerize.
You can't complain, you feel no pain
so he does his will to you again.
No questions asked, there is no last.
Forget the past.
The multifaceted falsities of a life remain,
so he comes to you day after day
to renew his strength, and cast his claim.
Release Me
Romance.
Intriguing.
Non-believing.
Unreal.
Not necessarily necessary.
But damn good when it is.
Happy feelings, soft caresses.
Feeling your tongue linger there...
Then licking your way up from venus,
to my belly,
in between my breasts,
flitting licks up my neck
and pausing at my mouth.
Long deep kisses.
Not fucking.
Romance.
When these things happen,
I crave penetration.
I want you deep inside me,
in more ways than one.
But I am afraid,
I don't want to let just anyone in.
If it's just a romance, fine,
but don't lie!
I just want hot, wet, sex!
Hard and fast
then soft and wet.
Caress me, possess me
bring me to ecstacy!
Crave me, enslave me.
Bring me down to my knees
so I can please you orally.
I want to taste you, to taste
it.
To suction the erruption
deep in my throat
I want you to watch
as I trace my fingers down my throat.
Who knows what feelings
this will emote?
Is it hot,
way sexy...
Or does it make you want to cry?
To let loose a piercing scream
and not know why...
