dragonlilly8's blog: "dragonlilly8"

Do you know the ropes? Are you a quick study? Nylons? Lace? Black lace boy shorts, Black lace bra, Black lace garter belt, and thigh highs. Red fuck me nail polish and lipstick. platform stilettos. You sitting in a chair, black light strobe light, "10 or a 2-way" playing. You can't touch! gyrating hips, straddling, still can't touch! My finger in your mouth, down your chin, chest, navel. I turn around, straddling. Still can't touch! I bend, taking off one thigh high, looking back at you, shaking my finger no. I turn, walk and circle to your back, you feel my warm cleavage on your neck, Hot breath on your ear, The tip of my tongue on your lobe, arms on your chest. You can't turn around, can't look behind you, I slip one shoe off, now both are gone. I circle back around so you can see me again. Gyrating, straddling, you can touch now. A little warning: My sexual appetite is.... not easily appeased.

She waits with baited breath, As he glances ever so slowly her way. She feels the blush run through her body, As his gaze travels from her eyes, To her neck, Her breasts. She shies and averts her eyes, Only for a second. She slowly raises her eyes to meet his, The chatter disappearing. He begins to walk her way, Holding her entranced. Anticipation electrifies her nerve endings, Quickening her heartbeat. She notices the subtle smile playing on his lips. How it extends to his eyes, Transforming them. He reaches for the back of her neck, And leans down, To whisper in her ear. The slight breeze issuing from his lips, Sends shivers down her spine, Adding heat to the flames already consuming her body. She looses her breath for one, Two, Three, Four beats of her heart. The smell of him so close, Intoxicating. He brushes his lips down her neck, Feather light. She has no choice but to close her eyes, Imagining the two of them in a secret embrace. She looses her breath again, For one, Two, Three beats. Opening her eyes she looks up, Ready to meet heis mouth with hers, Realizing that he's no longer there. She peruses the room searching for him, There he stands, Eyes still fixed on her from across the room. Like a lion stalking his prey, Never moving.

The Frenzy begins... He pulls on my shirt, Lifting it above my head. The hunger playing in his eyes, The lust forming his lips, As they move toward my breast. My pulse rising, I moan in appreciation. His warm tongue circling my nipple, As it rises to greet his hot breath. I tear madly at his shirt, Dying to touch his bare skin, The brush of it makes my desire scream for more. He pushes me against the wall, Rabidly licking and sucking. Shoving my skirt to my waist, Exploring the heat between my legs, Forcing me to cry out in delectation. I fumble with his pants, In a zealous fervor I get them undone. Drawing them down quickly, Carefully encircling his hammer with my hand, Massaging until it quivers. A growl escapes his lips, Exciting me further. He turns me around, Pulling my hair, Pinning my hands to the wall, Exposing my neck and biting it. Ripping my panties off, He enters me. Bucking me furiously, The gratification enveloping me, I come explosively, Crying out, Shuddering. Unable to catch my breath, The waves of pleasure wash over me. Still, My lover continues. His thrusting becomes more erratic, Deeper. Grunts issue from his throat, I feel him begin to spasm inside of me, His grip weakens as he fills me. Satiated, We collapse to the floor, Siezing in bliss.

Beacons are sounding, A cacophonous shrill. Hundreds in an electric symphony, Of horror. Our darkest fears, Made a reality. Ash covers the surface, Blanketing the light. Seasoned men stricken, To the ground with disbelief. The mystery of why, Never phasing, The search for their fallen Brethren. We've let the beasts in, To cure the sin, Of complacency. They've taken their hold, Never so bold, Enslaving our masses. Our anger their food, As trapped we stood, In terror. As legions weep, And their tears seep, Into young graves. Our young men, Young women, Never to return. Embraces remembered, Debts rendered, On unfortunate souls. They return to their loss, The waves of moss, Eternal. The mother cried, When her son died. He passed alone, To the realm of unknown. It happened so quickly, The burst of fire sickly. His casket left closed, Her son in quiet repose. She interred her treasure, Never knowing the leisure, Of her son's company evermore.

The geisha sits on the soil of the sea, Watching the waves peak, Crest, Fall, Listening to the mournful cries of the lone bird overhead, Feeling beaten and worn like the shoreline, She knows dusk will turn to night. Night is when he comes to her, Under dark blankets of stars, Illuminated by shadow. The tide swells, The geisha gathers her pallet, Wrapping it just so, Gazing back at the sea, Longing for sweet release, The long journey continues, Walking with a heavy heart, Trained to let go. The geisha's hour of preparation begins, She lays out her stalking of silk, Her Chantilly delicates, Her heart heavy, She pulls back the bed sheets, Exposing the hidden sachets, The geisha picks them up, Placing them in the box of cherry wood, The preparation continues. Night is when he comes to her, Under dark blanket of stars, Illuminated by shadow. The geisha glances at her reflection in the mirror, She reaches for the oil that he loves so, Rubbing it into her sun kissed skin, She applies his favorite lip color to the fever there, Her heart heavy, The preparation continues. The shadows grow taller, Bringing with them the night, Slowly the geisha walks to the window, Perusing the street below, Her eyes yearning for him, The doorbell rings, Her heart heavy, She gazes into the mirror once more, Slipping into character, For one more stolen moment, One more secret embrace, One more kiss. Night is when he comes to her, Under dark blanket of stars, Illuminated by shadow. The dawn will come soon, Bringing with it, The burden of The Geisha.