I can offer you my hand,
my impatient tentacles that will graze your thighs. Let them find us gasping in bathroom stalls and buses with our fingers sticky with greed, with eyes that see only dark corners and opportunity as we rendezvous on lover’s lane.
Continue reading “Anything for you”
He was all logic and feigned cool detachment until our skins touched. At my grant of access, his tongue delved into my mouth. My arms reached up and tangled around his neck, while his fingers traced my spine, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. He tried to be gentle with my clothing, but his strong rough hands were not made for tiny clasps.
Kiss me where my carotid
meets my clavicle, leave
cherry blossoms scattered
across my flesh, dot the
highways of my neck. Bend
me like words. Arch me more
than a metaphor. Make me
your masterpiece. Please.
You don’t always need lewd,
dirty talk to turn her on.
Listen to her body,
the arch in her back
means that she is
listening to yours.
Continue reading “Lewd”
“I could be good for you,”
he said, in a brand new
tattoo kinda way, all
freedom and rebellion
and lust melting into
I want you tossed and turned,
and tussled in my bed. I want you
lost in the messy chaos of the sheets,
buried in your own breath, clawing
your way out with my name on your Continue reading “Tossed and turned”
Make coffee, so that the whole place smells like hazelnut. Put on some Marvin Gaye, turned down low. Slide back under the sheets with me.
Continue reading “The perfect way to wake me:”
He comes at the ungodliest of hours.
We speak without voices, hands and
hips asking how was your day, tongues
probing and thighs falling open in Continue reading “Lecherous longing”
He comes to me in the middle of the night,
a sweet apparition slipping uninvited
underneath the covers, he’d spell out nice Continue reading “Orgasmic storm”
I remember that one night,
how clocks stood still for us
and morning didn’t come
until we asked it to. Continue reading “One night in Eden”
Why do we always long for
the things that would lead us
to complete destruction?
The way I am craving for you.
My skin misses the messy scrawl
of your touch. My muscles ache
with need. I want to feel you in
the mornings and taste you in
the night, my soul years for
yours. I am craving for you.
Day 24, #naughtynovembernoir, hosted by @elle12368, @bluelotus.kamikazeheart, @__got2haveit, @wild.cherry69xo and moi
Teach me how to linger,
show me that nothing exists
outside the circumference of
your arms, help me to learn to Continue reading “Grateful for the mouthful”