Tag: Intense

Talk To Me

Seduce me with your words

Take me to a place, only you know how

Speak in the language of us

Let me close my eyes and feel

Every syllable

Every consonant

Every vowel

Guide me into a world that is ours

A lone

Away from prying eyes

Talk to me

Lead me to where the core of my desire is ignited
Let your words fall into a metered syncopation

In your own language

Describe the nuance of a touch

Make me crave you

Remind me of hunger

I starved myself

Waiting for you to feed me

Talk to me

You can whisper

To elicit my response

Speak on my lips

So I can taste your words

Ingest it until I’m full

Are you mad?

Or is it me who has gone mad

Waiting for you to say a word

Any word.

Take without touch

Make me vibrate

From your tone

When you are done

Make me regret

Your silence

How much for an Idea?

I didn’t know there was a currency for an
  Idea
I thought at least that was free
   My dear
But what is coming off in waves of
     I fear
Is that the cash in this cave is
      insincere
Giving you what I got, was a token in a
pond
It caused too many ripples to stay afloat
or stand on
Wanted to give back what I
 gravitated to
But the money is stacked against me, I didn’t have
a clue

Dollars, Euros, Peso’s. Dram’s
Don’t know how much
Now I don’t give a damn!

Freedom of speech
Freedom in a word
Free is the consistent thing
and that is what I heard.

(Let me know what you think? love to hear from you. Fia xoxo)

Suck–Tion (poem) 18+

Excuse me why do you have 2 straws,

And suck on them so intentionally?

That is two questions.

And who might you be?

Just a person walking by,

 With a curiosity.

The action of a suction is to pull what wants to stay in forcefully.

Now the 2 straws are what I like to play with

I don’t understand.

Sit and I will explain this or go

And you will never know

(She sits)

The first straw is thick and long

and very strong

The second is petite and tight

and fits just right

I work on both

To get the reward

“Reward?”

The cream of course

Do you want to watch as I do this?

It’s a technique

Starts with a twirl

And ends with a kiss

“A kiss from a straw?”

Yes

She watched with intent

Every movement in aww

What I did with the little straw

Increase her breaths.

Pushing her breast against her bra

Then I move to the bigger

Taking it deep as I fed

Suck so hard

Going straight to my head

She watched my lips

My jaw

My throat

Then she heard it

The kiss I for told

I opened my mouth

Showing the creamy gold

She swallowed

As it slid down my throat

The trick is my dear, to get it down before it’s cold.

“Which straw did you prefer.”

I just looked and smiled, then said

“Does not matter.”

She glanced to the side and I knew he

Was watching.

Two curious pets, perfect timing.

 

Welcome to my Kinkdom (Poem) 18+

Close the door

Don’t say a word

Too much clothes

That’s absurd

Take it off

Slow so I can watch

Then get on your hands and knees

Crawl over there, never walk

Do I want to spank

Not sure I’m feeling it

I do want a gag

So your spit can soak it

I don’t worship enough like I should

St Andrews cross is looking pretty good

Tie you in an X

Then decide what is next

I want you raw and trembling with need

Wetting the floor with your seed

Whap!

Oh that was my hand

On that plump ass

It was begging for it you understand?

Will tonight be the night I claim you for the world to see

Not yet, my pet

But I love it when you plead.

Now stand

Let me see what’s instore

Inpressive yes

But I want more

Your body is mine

There is no doute

What I want is in your mouth

Once you are bound

I’ll turn you upside down

And with a flick

I’ll raise your head just a bit

To the cross you see

I straddle your face

Enjoy the delicacy that is me

When I cum

And dripping down your face

What do I want you to say

“I will eat you every day”

Mistress!

Cry (poem)

 

Why do angles cry?

On angelic faces,

Leaving tracks behind.

Leaving traces,

On a wound,

That cannot heal.

From lashes of words,

Made from steel.

Why do the tears fall from grace?

Upon this fragile place.

Weeping and

Wallowing

From this ache.

Why does it feel like I am losing control?

This never-ending hurt.

Deep within my soul.

The pain of trying to speak.

Yet the words are unspoken.

Why do angels cry?

I’ll tell you why.

Because I—-.

Cant.(whispered)

I want to F–K You (POEM) R rated

I don’t want it sweet.

like those songs that we hear.

I don’t want it sloppy.

That is not why I am here.

I want to fuck you.

Hard and fast.

I want you so deep.

till I can’t last.

I’m already wet.

No time to delay.

Take it out,

or I’ll find someone else to play.

I want to F-U-C-K you.

Till my name is branded in your soul

Till all mother’s weep.

Till all father’s lose control.

We waited too long.

Took too much time.

You said you would do it.

You wanted to be mine.

Are you going to give me what I want?

You will have a good time.

This I promise.

You don’t have much time.

(Answer Yes/No. Fia would like to know)

 

 

 

A kiss from an Innocent

I don’t know.

What don’t you know?

I want to tell you.

Then tell me.

No, I guess it’s not right.

Then show.

Really?

Yes.

Is it so simple?

Nothing is simple.

But you said—

I gave you an opening.

You gave me-

An opening.

Close your eyes.

No.

I can’t if you watch.

Then you shouldn’t.

I want too.

Do it, don’t think, go by instinct. I will not run.

Blood rushing through restricted veins

Moving into touch, to taste.

The barest of pressure.

Entrance granted.

Sweet and decadent.

You stopped.

Will you allow me to go further?

Didn’t you want to go deeper?

Yes.

I’ll open for you once more. Take what I give you freely.

Really?

Yes, Really?

Unclaimed (Poem)

I never claimed to be a poet.

The words come to me,

In twisted mysteries.

I do enjoy it.

All the leeps and bound,

And tumbling sounds.

Breathing deep.

Until I feel the  ground,

Swallow me whole.

My eternal soul,

I never claimed who I am.

This person.

These hands.

These thoughts.

Unchangeable demands.

Passion creeps in.

Every crevice.

Every word.

Every syllable.

Yet unheard.

I never claimed anything at all.

Until you.

No Air (Poem)

 

I cannot breathe.

Being pulled back and forth.

As if my mind has not been,

used and abused,

Since the clock struck 9.

I pushed in the key

Heard the tumble of the lock

I need you here.

This moment.

This very second.

Can I take my coat off?

Can I put my bag down?

I asked for this didn’t I?

When offered the position?

I said Yes.

It was one night.

I didn’t care about air.

I didn’t even know my name.

It was heaven.

Now I’m insane.

Trying to take a deep breath.

Trying to fill my lungs.

“I can do this”

I will not be undone.