touseled, wildish hair
a sexy scent lingering
your beard unruly
please come back to bed, sweet man
fuck me, leave me disheveled
Tag: sex
Romance In The Air
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
meandering aimlessly
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.
Reblog – Her Secret
When fantasies become real…
Urges
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 To Do
what begins as lust
ends as a malady labelled “sin”
blissfully ignorant
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! ;)
Drenched
the sight of you
invites fantasy
the thoughts in my head
get slick
with anticipation
the moisture
in my mouth
in between my legs
fills in
drips out
my whole body
begins to
liquify
with the thought of you
covering
every
wet
inch
of
me
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Putting Out The Flame
virtual toy
meant to heighten
and arouse
deep-seated needs
never shared
left swipe
right swipe
dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
and longing
hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
jerking off
whatever self-esteem
you have left
titillating stimulation
brought havoc
for the only lusty one
actually
wanting you
When Over
our faces are flushed
the scent of pleasure lingers
regaining our strength
It’s A Thing
whisps of emotion
congest inside me
longing to reach
for you
so close
so intense
you don’t
even know it
carrying a torch
unseen
bursting bright
when you are near
this is not
a passing fancy
and this is not
going away
i’ve got a thing for you
Cook, Meditate, F#@k
Pausing my distressed state, I distracted myself diving deeply into gastronomy. Immersed and focused on fusing the flavors of carefully selected ingredients, I relished the finished product. Ingesting my creation, finding enjoyment in it, allowing a small measure of an easement to occur in my current state of dysfunction.
The problem at hand begged for inner reflection. Waking every morning was a ritual of opening the eyes and viewing out my bedroom window, just staring at the trees and listening to the sounds of nature. Sometimes for hours. Processing, mulling over and remembering every moment of pain. What felt like agony and torture initially gradually allowed a sense of understanding to move into the grey matter.
A deep need to release anger and frustration created a passion for a familiar act. I required the physical focus, a hungry attack on the flesh. It was an attempt at duplicating intensity, replacing pain with pleasure. And it was had.
The process helped.
I got through my trauma.
**Originally published 1/16/18
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