kisses burnt into my psyche
lingering hot in the air
the afterglow palpable
and instincts left wanting
pleasure and delight once more
Tag: sex
Disinclined
i recall the ravenous embraces
whispered desires
and the urgency in his touch
feel good chemicals in our brains
driving us mad with lust
slowly the years passed
the temperature changed
opportunities for unity
became scarce
am i not lovable
yearned for or wanted anymore
this lack of action would seem so
Flames
Redux
let’s light up
be my flame
a hot warmth
scorch me with tenderness
burn me with excitement
dance for me
with teasing licks
rage inside me
extinguish me
but
don’t ever burn out
Originally posted 12/10/2018 on I Write Her.
Undulating
rising to meet me
curves so very sensual
bliss in connection
Making Lust
What rights did he possess to have such a lovely jaw? Blind with passion, I offered my throat to his roving mouth. My desire for him was such a riddle to me. He was tiny in personality, yet his appearance was stunning. I just wanted to bang him, but afterward would feel miserably disappointed in myself. I was nuts! Screw it. I’ll whimper later. Right now, we’ll fit together like a glove and find peace in each other’s arms.
Two hours later…
“Okay, go now, please.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve served your purpose, and I don’t like you very much.”
“Wow!”
The Trouble With Potations
great tasting kisses
i recall my clothes came off
whiskey’s fault or mine
Hunger
Redux
You’re not my type.
But I want you.
Grasp for me now
while I still have the nerve.
Be my sinful digression.
A lusty misdeed.
Come tend to this cold fire.
Raise my temperature.
I swell to your dauntless kisses
and searing touches.
Unleash me.
Feed me.
Satisfy me.
Originally published 9/15/2018 on I Write Her.
Reblogs – Candice Louisa Daquin & The Blighters Rock
Lust, desire, love – it changes us.
Acquiescence by Candice Louisa Daquin
Misused word as it is
Boiled in yellow jars for Winter keeping
Yet without transparence, instead, smoke
Succulent mystery, preserved in silent hem
As the smell of furrier and clay pigeon
Stays memories close to their pinching garter
These spent years darkling, indivisible
Poured too fast, some too slow, caution
A girl without hat in cyclone
Your hot fingers inhabit me, I belch recollections
As stars discovered when rain clouds part
So your claim, a thin chain around my throat
Never let go, whispered as we both, sank
Stones in our mouths, plum forgotten in haste
I possess scripture in my chest, atonement
Rings my eyes in manic luster, you swoop
Past the sun, eclipsing need to breathe nor swallow
I turned to the tread of you on my neck
Staring up at bare branches slick with nectar
Finding your lips on mine, rapt plunging claim
Of your hands running electric across years
I’d you’d carved me open, I’d offer no less
This steaming pained need, unquenchable
Set in annul, your black eyes roave the expanse of my heart
Yes, I breathe, yes I cease
Against the shore you wash against, sore inside for your ruthlessness
Misused word as it is
Pull the string, smother light, kneel low
Here … Here … Yes.
they emerge from stone
a passion hewn from marble
lovers forever
Stop Playing With Your Food
be provocative
rise to the top of your game
create your future
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #125 – Provocative
For those of you who have never heard of Pinky Patel on TikTok. She’s hilarious AND provocative at times! ;)
Shattering The Hold
Redux
Intensity laced with lunacy; it’s seductively subliminal.
Past hurt swept away by the look masquerading as deeply in love.
It’s not love.
It’s danger.
And it easily has you.
If you are not careful.
Psychological warfare playing out in the depths of your mind.
Don’t be deceived by the charm of the snakes, the force of the demanding ones
or the egos of those where clever observation never occurs.
They will hurt you.
Maybe not right away, but they will.
The scars of learning are deep and never healing.
See it before it gets a hold of you.
Originally published 10/22/16 on PhiloSusi. Re-posted with minor revisions 8/10/2018 on I Write Her.
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