1.14.2014

Races

My heart races
Skipping beats
I'm lost in
My own mind


What I sow 
What I reap


Abruptly and absurd
Stop... Just stop
Refuse


Tenacious with reckless...
Need
Indeed I must 
Cannot yield


Racing again 
Toward this
Surreal and real
So-real


A direction
South?
Have to


Be 
With 
You
My ladyfriend. 
 

1.08.2014

Taste.

Pulling you to me. 
Kissing you, traveling from your lips to your cheek. 
To your ear, and down your neck. 

Following your neck line, kissing your collar bone. Pausing only to pull your shirt off. Then traveling down your chest, leaving a torrid trail of kisses to each nipple. 


Pushing you back onto your bed, I stop, just too look into your eyes. 
I can see the lust, the need for my touch. I must have you

In this moment it's yours, and so am I. Entirely with out exception and no one else in the world matters, or even exists. 


Crawling on too of you, kissing you again, this time following the same trail all the way down your belly. 
Unbuttoning your pants with my teeth. Kissing right under the button, and across the waist band. 


Hooking fingers in the belt loops and easing them down just a little. Pausing at each hip for a slow teasing kiss, then following them down, kissing you through your cotton panties. 
Nibbling and teasing each thigh. 


I look up. Whispering... I love you gorgeous... inching back to kiss you. Once more, hands on your body, pulling you to me, their need so evident. Raw


Running rough hands through your hair, along your neck. Feeling your soft fragile skin. Following the curves of your body, memorizing every sensual inch. Tracing your mound, following strong thighs, I part your legs slightly.  


Allowing one hand to wander, it finds you. Finds your panties, and slips just inside the elastic. 

I feel you wriggle under my touch, and my need for you grows. 


My hand wanders farther, allowing it to touch you, barely caressing you. You quiver. Your soft skin, and well groomed hair, mine for the taking. 


Kissing you again, more deeply now, I find it. I slide my fingers through your slit. Feeling your wetness, making little urgent circles on your clit. Opening your mouth to let out an inaudable moan. 


Hearing you moan softly, I explore you again. Deeper now barely allowing a finger tip to enter you. Push reach, pushing it in you. The arch of your hip in time with my hand. Moving in and out of you. 


I can't take anymore I think to myself.


Kissing my way down again. I slip your panties off. Slowly spreading your legs as I kiss my way up. I need to taste you 


Running the tip of my tongue up your thigh. Pausing only long enough to allow a long slow kiss between your legs, savoring this, before continuing to the other. 


I whisper. Urgent now, as I say it.  I need you. 


Kissing you, opening your legs wide.  Allowing my tongue to explore you. Tasting you for the first time, pure ecstasy. 


Sucking your clit into my mouth, fluttering my tongue against it, pressing it into you. Following your bodies curve down again and entering you with my tongue. I can taste you now, feel you pressing yourself against my mouth. Our need for this, primal. 


Eating you while you fuck my face, I can hardly take it. Arching your hips to meet my tongue.  My throbbing cock needs you. I do not indulge my need focusing only on you. The need to please you is too great. 


Spreading you wide with my mouth, feeling your body buck and throb against my tongue. I taste it, and feel your pussy clamping, pulsing around my tongue. 


Your hands in my hair. Pulling my face to you. I can barely breath, don't care. More then air I need this. Give me this, let me taste your ecstasy


You ablidge, grabbing my hair, fucking my face as you explode in the throws of ecstasy. Wrapping your legs around my head, I hear only muffled cooing, aminal instinct to display your joy, lust. You allow me this, give me this. 


All I want is this taste, your taste. 






1.07.2014

Rouge, Porcelain

Velvet
Emerald, and Rouge. 

A fantasy?
Soon to come true

Camera and Pen
A phone

Powerful verses
Breathing life with words.

True to life
Thing described... 
Needs. These Will do

Given
Taken

Watching lips
Watching words? 

A unique rouge
Against pale porcelain

A dream?
Fantasy
Future.


All too unknown.
Fathomed as reality

1.06.2014

A ringer

The phone just rang It was her mother. My daughters mother... she's dying... Now what?

1.05.2014

Out of No Where

Out of No Where.

It came like fire
Rolled in like thunder.
Hit like a freight train


Reckless abandon?
Yes please, I'll have some of that~


A chance?
? I guess so. 

Very different Isn't this
But very tempting

Stop it.

An entirely different
Time
Place
Planet?


Mountains, cars, trees, shops, people
Seems just like any other.


Why does this feel like such a change?


It's not that big of a deal... Gonna be alright...
It feels so easy, do I know you already?


It makes me feel good
And I feel great about the promise of this. 


Worries of pain
My intentions are true


Protection... Protect it
Safe, safe with me


My muse, lover, ladyfriend..?
More then love.


My heart. Soul. 


When I wake
You're in my arms.


Dreams of red ---r Green -y--
Purple...

            becoming my soul
            Are my heart

All the bad, all the good
You made me feel again

1.02.2014

Words

Words.

Filthy word
Strong word
Powerful word. 

Word about love
Word about fear.

Words of trust
Lust?

Word about creation
Creating a new

Beginning? Ending?

Words are such amazing things. 
Changing
Designing
Building
Destroying


Defining? 
That one is hard though. 
Somethings
Undefinable?

How 
One uses, chooses, and combines 
Words
They define them selves

Intentionally or not
 Word 


Even now these words
As I write them
They hold true power. 


18 months

I have not blogged in 18 months. 

There wasn't a point.

Now it's winter. Bitter cold and snowing. There's more warmth now in my life then in all my years before. 
 
Something changed my soul. Turned it to a shiny blue color. Warmed me up in my frozen world. 

Like fire. 
This warms me. 

I'm afraid to want through the inferno. 
Drawn like a moth to the flame.

This. 
What warms me. 

Inexplicable. Rare. 
I must have this, It pulls me it.

The need for it.

Unimaginably real and starkly gripping. 

The gallantry, a must.

Where this came from? 

                      I haven't the want to ask


Something unlike all others.
Forged of loss and need.

A real woman.



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