Tell Me (Erotic)

I don’t want you to touch me

I want you to want to watch me touch me

Rather

I want you to tell me how you want me to touch me

Should I circle the clit

or beat it like a tambourine?

Should I glide down and delve inside

Glide up

Glistening these lips covering what’s inside

What do you want ?

More

Sound

Like walking on wet ground

Slap

Slap

Slap

Tell me what you wanna see

There are 10 fingers aching to please

There is lotion that heats at the touch

I pour that on and the neighbors will know what’s up

Should I spill it all over me so you can see

My liquid heat starts out stevia sweet

As I turn and burn and whip the cream into a marshmallow delight

Tell me,

Make me move

Make me quiver

I’m waiting.

Loved by the Ocean (Poem)

I live by the sea,

Rather the ocean blue.

With its deep swells,

Seagulls too.

In the day,

As the sun rays,

Bounces off the diamond shore.

My thoughts drift back.

To a time I lack,

A love so pure.

Not to sound contrite,

But for tonight ,

I’ll tell you a story,

That holds true.

Of a particular loss,

That has cost,

How my ocean turned blue.

I was surprised,

To see inside,

what he wanted to convey.

I was scared,

Unprepared,

not knowing what to say.

I wrote him a note,

A letter in tears,

Of all my wants and all my fears.

And left it for Hue.

I left,

no ran,

Away from a man,

Who lived by the ocean blue.

Till this day,

My heart can’t convey,

The loss of the love so true.

Take my advice,

Don’t think twice.

If he swims your way.

He is one of a kind,

That man of mine,

His love will never stray.

I Hate — You? (Poem)

I hate that I was attracted to you.

I hate that you affect me.

I hate wanting you.

I hate it all you see.

It started off great.

It was so sweet.

A twinkle in your eye.

I shuffled my feet.

Then you asked.

I said yes.

You wore a suit.

I wore a dress.

The meal was nice.

The talk was brief.

Didn’t want to say goodbye.

Didn’t want to go to sleep.

The night was perfect.

Intense was passion.

Scared it won’t fit.

Learned you wore Maxion.

Easy was the glide.

Every stroke hit the spot.

Increasing the pace.

Not wanting you to stop.

Then it happened.

Without control.

My release.

Touching your soul.

You showed to much.

That was not your plan.

Why didn’t you say it.

Why didn’t I understand?

I don’t hate you.

Not really you see.

I hated that I wanted,

More than it could ever be.

I sit here thinking of the touch.

Of the embrace.

I hate that I’m alone.

I hate this look on my face.

Again, I don’t hate you

It was a dream that came to life.

It should have stayed a dream.

I would have had a better–,

Life.

(Let me know how this makes you feel. Fia xoxo)