Courtesy of Allison Broeren
Every girl should have a poem
or a song,
to know she’s touched a heart so deep
She dances through my words,
spinning sideways into phrases that aren’t even hers as I sleep
I can’t leave her behind.
I look everywhere and find her eyes.
I change the color of hair, scent, style,
She still finds a way in.
Slimming between paragraphs
a twitch of a lip
or a finger slip down my page.
I may forget her,
but for now
I let her
write herself through me
Every girl should have a poem.
A quick little dirty read for your Saturday:
She grabbed my open collar with both hands and swung me to the wall. I felt the thump reverberate through my body even as I felt the edges of her teeth against the peak of my breast. She bit hard enough to hurt, but not enough to break skin.
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What would happen?
…If I crowded you as we spoke?
If I pressed you to the wall and held your hair
And kissed you
If my hand found yours and held it firmly up by your ear
If you found my back with your other arm and pulled me closer
Closer until you felt the doorframe dig into your shoulder
If you ran your fingers down my sides, press in your palms and push me down
If I look up eyes wide,
Would you take me into your hands?
And give your lips to my forehead, temple, cheek…and mouth?
Consuming my senses?
If I took hold of your shirt, would you resist?
Giving your lips but nothing else?
And if I beg you
To feel you closer
To feel your body imprinting itself on mine
And your hand creeping into my jeans,
If you heard my moan
I want to know,
I need to know,
What would happen … next?
I promised a bit of fiction on this blog and here it is… it’s NSFW explicit, specific, erotic and features two women. For more specifics read the tags. If this is you’re thing then please, find a quiet place and clicky through 😉
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I have been working in my home studio, diligently learning Garage Band like a good Fox. =^_^=
You disrupt me
Come closer to me and say my name
Tip the balance of my desire
So I can’t hide it anymore
Let me lean against you
And feel muscles tired and sore
Your hands taking still more
Pain and pleasure mingling
And your kiss,
Shattering my soul
Be my distraction
In my mind and dreams
Until it seems
Reality is just the figment
And the imaginary becomes real
Bind me to your bed,
Bind me in my mind
Blind me to your ways and
Show me what it is to be
As you do what you will with me,
Take me with only your voice
You give me no choice
As you slip inside
Your eyes glittering in the candlelight
As the flame trickles down my body
And leaves patterns on my flesh
That I will secret away for days
Will never become routine
But for now
In this scene
Make me scream your Name
I don’t kiss
I’ve been chased for a kiss and kissed in a peck
But my kisses
Because it’s not really a kiss,
If you can’t taste,
The person you’re holding to you
as your lips form and give,
parting as tongues plunder,
stealing the air from the other and
just hold tight and moan in short breaths,
Sharing light caresses
Until lips meet again for another.
The chance to let go and explore another’s soul
Because a kiss can be nothing at all,
Or the whole truth of who a person is,
But how would you ever know?
If you kiss