PerfectPointPleasure's blog: "Life's A Bitch"

It’s ten in the morning and you’re taking

My breath away again, leaving my lungs

Tight from lack of air and I am aching

For the touch of you and a thousand tongues.

 

Wrapped in your arms, your whisper awakens

Yearnings not felt since you held me last night.

A new but familiar passion burgeons;

I am the script and you are the playwright.

 

Beyond a symbiotic love affair,

We share a profound mutual respect

Admiring the other’s virtues. Oh, rare

Is such a friendship we choose to protect.

 

Love bites bruising my body still appear

From neck to thigh, mapping the course of lust

Expressed with no words but what I revere—

With such love, I cannot be a deist.

 

Dominance and authority take hold,

Exposing my neck with my head pulled back;

Your heated breath at my chin, arms enfold,

Fingers dig into my waist; all your knack.

 

The determination seen on your face,

The power I feel under your strong hands…

Reprobate, scoundrel, yes, even scapegrace,

Every touch and every word sets your brands.

 

Lost in you, exposed and vulnerable,

I abandon my will to your command;

I relinquish all desire unable

To deviate from anything you’ve planned.

 

I am bound to you by love’s servitude;

Freely and willingly I give you all

Of me in this, our lover’s interlude—

Your hunger never permits us to loll.

 

The game we play of Master and his Slave

Is the foreplay, practiced stimulation.

When I am in control, what say you, knave?

Will you serve me in this lover’s union?

 

Tomorrow. That is your ready answer.

Tomorrow, but for now you desire me.

Every season, from spring to winter,

Whatever you want is alright with me.

 

Your cool finger strokes down my warm cheek;

It feels so highly inappropriate

That they grow hotter under your magic

And I burn with something that is tacit.

 

With your hands on either side of my breasts,

You lift me easily, let me lower;

I feel the tip; my longing thus arrests.

I impale myself; you pull me closer.

 

“You belong to me. You are mine,” you say.

In perfect time, we move together in

This dance, in this couple’s perfect ballet

Of two bodies in unison of skin.

 

I whimper and mewl with sexual need.

I gaze at you and your eyes have darkened.

“Yes,” I mumble. “And you belong to me.”

Then, in the cool water, we both descend.

 

Kisses like there is no tomorrow flow

Passionately over face and neck and

Legs still wrapped around you should let you know

You had me at you’re mine; keep me in hand.

 

Draw me like a lodestone to your rising sea;

Cast over the edge of this orgasm,

As lights flash, I scream your name. You carry

Us back to earth, love filling the chasm.

 

Wrapped in your arms, your whisper soothes my heart.

I hold on and say your name privately.

In our secret world, you call me sweetheart;

Brush my lips with your kiss so lovingly.