Tag: sexuaity

Water (poem)

This should feel

Soothing to fevered flesh

This is gift

That requires no thank you’s

Instead

It does what it was not meant to

Spurs and ignites

The tenderness deceives

Taunt flesh

Should ease

Tightens in places

Oh god the places

It surrounds

In false security

Like a child held in warmth

Break away once and the chill

Reveals pebbled flesh

Dusted peaks scream

Need

Relief is not close

Still

The offer of tenderness

With the lap of soft foam

Should I continue

To enjoy the offer

Or leave making this

A torment that cannot

Be replicated

Run

I want you to run from me
Run as far as you can
Once I decide to set my sights
My vision will only see you
I will not be able to restrain myself
I will stay in the shadow and watch
You will feel me there
You will never see me there
Take the out
Run
I feel it just at the surface
Itching to be released
To consume you
Swallowing your fear like an aphrodisiac
Your eyes widening
Revealing everything
You secretly know… don’t you
That you are the rabbit
Not the pure, pristine rabbit
The one you should have been a cat
The number of lives you used
Trying to get away
The forest has no panic button
I am the wolf
Salivating from the sound of a rapid heart
Fighting the urge to chase
Do not taunt me
You know what and who I am
I watch you swallow
A nervous penchant
Shows the effect of what is occurring
You walk towards
Run
Run away
This is the last of the warnings
You come closer
The more I lose myself in this
The more you will have to endure

How are you all? I am writing out of sequence. This is the second part. The first is called Think and the third is called Behind the Door. The secret will be announced soon.

My Love (Poem)

My love does not lay in a bed of roses

nor does my love like to follow a trail of dying petals.

My love does not have poise’s woven into her hair,

My love is not conventional.

It is potent

Dash away the repetitive symbols,

For my love do not require these objects.

For my love will always cherish the moments.

The memory of the first hand holding,

The first held breath,

The first gentle and  truth in a kiss.

My love is not in the past,

but ever present in the now.

Fia Naturie

Poetic Voyeur

Why am I drawn to your writing?

I’m not sure myself.

 Is it because I can see the damage and every word

Or is it that I can see you 

See, you get so engulfed in every word 

To make your point come across?

It’s my own form of voyeurism. 

You’re so open in a different way.

Do you pull your hair and get aggravated 

When you can’t get the right words

Or when you’re writing something salacious, 

do you put the phone down? So no one can see? 

Maybe you could close the book. When you feel, 

your ears are turning red from what your mind created 

To see the human body and all its splendor on the outside.

 Is deliciousI 

I will not deny that

But to see what’s inside the mind is so damn sexy.

I like to watch as you toil around thoughts

.And then present it to me

Do you give secret notes away?

I’m a greedy bitch

Is it wrong for my beast to stir when you do

As I read the pulse in my neck begins to beat fast

Breathing air is difficult

When did air become thick

I feel my heart start to stutter

Not realizing I stop breathing altogether

It’s a drug, the words

Sweet then dangerous

A tender kiss to open one up

Then the moment a moan escapes

The world slips away

It’s just the words

The ache

The  need

Half-hooded eyes

Blown pupils

Inner heat

Created by the poet

When it all comes to an end

I’m left with the tremors

I’ll wait until the next

Poetic piece

The question is…

When can I …

Have more

One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.

Dantea’s Level of Hell (End)

Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water

Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord

Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down

Again, our eyes meet
Continue,”  I say breathlessly 

Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before

Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me

You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you

“You take it, and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent

Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat

Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern

Removing  my belt
Hitting his hand away

“Turn around, hands behind you’re back”
On command, he follows

Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.

I want it for me.
Do you understand?”

I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night

Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see he cannot take anymore

I take what is mine?
Every bit of him

He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?

(Okay, fire starters, how did I do with this mini series? Edged you all the way to the end. Let me know what you think.)

Dontea’s Level of Hell pt 2 (English)

I will wait
For time is neither fast nor slow

You will be here
in my bed, on the floor, against the wall

There is no place
That is more sacred than in me

Moving past the insignificant wasp
I watch you ingesting the fluidity of muscle

If it were in me, I would whimper
Like an animal that lost its precious toy

We both will wait
tormented by societal norm’s

Meaningless words
said out of an insignificant mouth

Your mouth is what is need
Your soul is mine to bend

“You will not speak of this to a soul,” I whispered
Riding my untamed stallion to completion

Once my name is uttered
Then you are openly mine

There is a circle
Within the circle, things are done
Things are said
Things that are better off dead

You have entered my circle
My Hell

Pleasure intense and relentless
is a hell on the body and mind

I must control my savagery
Innocents is best taken slowly

In secret, I enjoy my own release
No one else will enter this inner sanctum

…To be Continued….

Grown Man Lovin’

You know, back in the day

I love me some young men

I was willowy, I was spring, Damn I was May

I was down to trying every position conceivable

Hormones were rampant

The body and spirit were ready, willing, and able

As work starts to consume more time

Exhaustion and getting money

Constantly plagues the mind

You start thinking, where did they go

There were always a couple

Going with the flow.

Taking matters into one’s own hands

Look and you shall find

Yourself a gown ass man

The ones that develop their own technique

Have your heart fluttering

Having your body say yes if it could speak

He comes into the room with one thing on his mind

You, no cloths, ass in the air

Pillow biting, taking you from behind

You stop just for a second to say one thing

I don’t want any bruises

You understand what I mean

You’ll get a bruise only you can see and feel.

Right on your inner thigh

It’ll make you wet and you won’t want it to heal

Now let me explain grown man lovin’

It is a tried and true method

Ya hear me, I am not frontin

They start with that whisper that hits behind the ear

 A practiced tone

That causes goose bumps and raises those baby hairs

Hands and fingers roam south

 a slight U turn north

A dip in the valley then a suck in the mouth

Now, depending on where they are from

You are a good girl, a darlin even a babe

Every term of endearment to make you cum

If you watch close they have a signature move

As if there is a song in their head

And they are dancing to a groove

You are close, the tremors start to begin

Your bite on a pillow

So the neighbors cannot hear what’s happenin’

A grown man will see his cue

This is it

Time to do what he came here to do

Legs spread wider

Deep groans are felt from his balls

About to unload inside her

Clap, clap clap

Drip drip drip

All the way down the back

“Please, please now I beg”

He grips my thighs tighter

Before I slide off and he’s holding one leg

Explosive eruption

Implosive destruction

You lose recollection

For the faint of heart

I advise you this

Do not start or be a part of this bliss

They make you want more and more

That you just cannot have

This is another one of my musings

Just being very, very bad