I crave your presence. Your company.
I crave your arms around my slender body.
your deep warm kisses give me chills. I crave your satin skin up against my silk.
One hand in my hair as you bring my face nigh, the other sneaky hand creeping slowly up my thigh.
I crave the beat in your chest harmonizing with the song in mine. oh, and the way your fingers tiptoe up and down my spine.
the way we would evade time
as you would invade my
privacy.
all my secrets, revealed as my clothes are peeled
from my body. Hot and sweaty. Ready
and waiting. Everything else around us is fading
until its just you and me.
My body screams "Please!" but you continue to tease.
My knees start shakin and my thighs start achin....
why won't you just GIVE me what I'm craving?
you grab my hair as you nibble my ear
then you leave a trail of kisses that lead to my
wetness.
sweat is
easing the tension between our skin.
again
your hands crawl up my thighs
as you gently ply
the two apart.
your face disappears as you begin your art.
The masterpiece you paint with your tongue,
you are the Talented One.
With each stroke,
I choke
as a deep moan deflates my lungs.
I try to escape you, I try to crawl away
But you pull my hips closer, forcing me to stay.
My right hand grabs sheets as the left hides my face
as your magnificent tongue explores my secret place.
chillbumps erupt from my peanutbutter skin
as uncontrollable convulsions are birthed from within.
Then
I am overcome with a shower of warm wet bliss.
Mission accomplished,you've spilled my sweetneess.
No one else could make me feel like this.
My Sweet Darling Love, I crave your kiss.
1 comment:
I guess you have moved on unless this is actually about me. I somewhat miss what we had, but I also miss the sanity that I once had. Why has my life been so fucked. Death is a victory, life is a loss. Winning at what cost. I lose nothing, but everyone loses me. Am I really that important to keep around. She tells me not to leave her alone in this world but I feel I must to not take another life other than mine. I wish I was nothing, not air, not skin, not hair. I wish to leave this existance into what I believe will be nothing but darkness. Maybe there is a heaven waiting, but if it is waiting for me, it is waiting to reject me from it's warm presence. It wants me in the heart of the heat where I may reign with my evil thoughts, or more likely relive the pain of life over and over. Is there no escape?
When does it become easier to say fuck it?
Thoughts of a soulless man.
You know who I am.
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