My damp skin, always a reminder of what you do to me.
The evidence of my emotions always present
through the crumpled up tissues piled high
beside me.
Love or lust, pain or shame…the moisture
always gives much away, revealing
everything I feel even when I try to hide it.
Emotions inside, bottled up and shaken,
seem to explode in any way they see fit;
running down my cheeks, or my legs,
just begging for release.
Please help me ease the tension;
wipe or rub, kiss or hug,
my skin is wet and needs attention.
You exhaust me with the games you play,
how stubborn you are, and the
hateful words you say as if you’re entitled.
We are a matched pair, you and I;
so full of passion and pain
and though we fight and scream
and lose our way, we always come
back together in the end.
So send the hate to its grave
and let’s start new again;
every morning is fresh
with only a few remnants
of the day
before.
It’s easy to turn this into a game,
you’re so full of spunk and aren’t ashamed
of who we are and what we do together.
You think your ideas are your own
but lover, you’ve never come up with one.
I spin my web and capture you with ease,
knees bent, begging for release,
obviously enjoying every second of
this mess we love to make.
We take these turns and change our minds,
who’s on top and who’s behind;
it’s funny how you think at times you decide,
but we both know who’s in control.
In This Moment
I can hear the pounding,
sounding through my mind.
Pulsing deeply,
timed yet freely,
as we lay intertwined.
The warmth of your body
fondly stroking mine.
Walls start breaking
as hearts are aching;
perfect love designed.
In this moment
nothing matters;
I am yours
and you
are
mine.
Not really wicked, but it’s what I’m feeling at the moment.
The taste of your skin, salty and sweet,
two parts you and one part me.
A dash of lust, a splash of greed,
perfect balance to fill my need.
All Tied Up In You
in your hands
Untouched by locked lips.
Torrid dreams beg for release.
Do you have the key?
Oh the countless times you’ve crossed my mind! I struggle to hold back and keep myself in line; I know the risk, but strain to refrain from what my heart thinks exists. Do you see me? Have you looked my way? I’d love to say you have but my jealous eyes can’t hide the reality. [...]