Silent is the night and warm are your lips A gasp a moan a shiver Like electricity playing across bared skin My body arching into your heat To grasp more than the physical An angels whisper but the devils touch Mmmm the pleasure felt is almost too much Reaching forever into the unknown abyss Never giving more never enough Striving for the impossible dream Scared to let go and wary of holding on What happens to us when the pleasure is sated Do we walk away with nought but a look Or with a smile and whisper Both knowing we have all the time in the world..........
I long to step into his bedroom and never leave To crawl into his bed and fall asleep To have his scent surround me completely I long to love him slowly, to taste his skin To run my fingers through his hair To feel his fingers run through my own I'd love to taste his lips and his tongue And have him cradle my face in his hands To have both of us on our knees as we kiss To have his hands on my lower back, pulling me close For him to pull off my shirt and kiss my neck As his hands work off my bra and then fall to my pants For his hands touch my skin is more of dream then a dream I long to feel his bare chest against my own To touch him intimately and feel it move in response To kiss his neck as he licks mine I want in his bed for him to lay me down to rest In my arms I long for him to finally be For my hair to water fall down my chest between us To fall down shielding us from the world
i feel your angst dissipate beneath my hands when cautiously exploring the strength of your arms wrapping around my waist to assuage the savagery of my unrequited hunger like a physical ache demanding to be acknowledged and violently sated in determined movements only known to the two of us . . . locking, rocking... . . . pulsing in the same flesh vital and beautiful and primal we are unearthly i am alive again coiled around your length and held close by trembling fingers the sky liquesces scorched by our heat trapped in the cracks where our obscene reflections are oblivious to the world beyond the window
...succumbing to thoughts of tasting your bewitching scent with adamant soft kisses imbued with wicked intentions searching for places undiscovered in you
My flesh is laid nearly as bare as my mind before you. Stripped of all defenses by probing intellect and nimble tongue, you permeate everything that I am in this moment. Every last drop of my sweat, and tears is offered up in humble hopes of your gratification in your possession.
a beauty who sheathesherself in darkness,she dances through my dreams.her slender hands lingerin my unruly hairand her face haunts my eyelids.this should be wrong-or so I've heard,but I've tasted her poisonand now I'm attracted,swinging around in a dazeof blissful sin.
I want to drown him, make him choke on my liquid love, watch his beautiful eyes fill up with tears, I want to be the last thing... the last thing he sees... smells... tastes... the last thing!
I do hope u will fan me as well
