with longing uttered
a desire introduced
let us endeavor
at your mound
touseled, wildish hair
a sexy scent lingering
your beard unruly
please come back to bed, sweet man
fuck me, leave me disheveled
The evening, filled with promise,
persuaded the new lovers
a moonlit evening walk
would only enhance their affection.
The owls hoo’ed a synchronized chorus
of enchantment for the young couple
walking beneath the branches
upon which the birds conducted their symphony.
Many of the land creatures hid
upon hearing the lollygagging footsteps
in their territory of brush, grass and trees.
With love on their minds
and lust in their loins,
the young couple in love
hoped the night would not end
and that what had begun innocently
would come to fruition
with bodies unclothed and
breaths taken deeper than capacity.
But what the lovers didn’t know,
the owls were calling out a warning,
not a concerto inciting lust,
for the uniformed men were just around the bend.
When fantasies become real…
It is her secret.
It always has been
Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.
A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.
Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.
Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.
Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.
And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and…
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lust takes hold
an uncertain future
plays out delightful scenarios
there is an engorgement of the senses
looks exchanged, bodies trembling closer
once hips begin to undulate
pulsing bodies find themselves
like waves crashing
into each over and over
again and again
instinct takes over
desire is paramount
and tensions are strung tight
feeling a yearning for ecstasy
just slightly out of reach
… until it’s not
what begins as lust
ends as a malady labelled “sin”
just enjoying the moment
young and reckless
we are so guilty
given our inexperience
tough lessons to be learned
chlamydia, syphilis, gonorrhea,
HIV, herpes, venereal warts and more
the afflictions of the un-careful
the consequences of non-protected fun
so if you don’t want to experience
mortification, embarrassment or symptoms
and loss of sexual partners
protect your privates
This has been your PSA for the day! 😉
the sight of you
the thoughts in my head
in my mouth
in between my legs
my whole body
with the thought of you
meant to heighten
dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
you have left
for the only lusty one
our faces are flushed
the scent of pleasure lingers
regaining our strength