heat rises between us
ecstasy burns intensely
climax imminent
Tag: sexual
Delectation
kisses burnt into my psyche
lingering hot in the air
the afterglow palpable
and instincts left wanting
pleasure and delight once more
The Kiss
Redux
the urge presented itself
in the most opportune moment
an unexpected pleasure
brought joy and chemistry
and a lingering fortune
a slick comfort
of trapped tongues
finding bliss and harmony
wet exchanges
of future promises
desires for fulfillment,
yours and mine,
the priority
on the to-do list
of this sensual journey
towards mutual satisfaction
a repeat expression
waiting for its turn
patience, a frustrating value
only eclipsed
by distance
sweetness will
be won again
desires satiated
by unending
fulfillment
Originally posted on I Write Her, 3/17/2019.
Come Hither…
Inspired by What do you see #234
such a blazing stare
can feel your eyes burn for me
i’m coming, darling
Oh my! Is it getting hot in here?!?!?
Reblogs – A Faded Romantic’s Notebook & Michelle Ayon Navajas
Once in a while, a special relationship comes along that has us firing on all cylinders, and feeling an implosion may be imminent. They are hard to ignore, hard to forget, and will occupy our minds for years to come. And if we’re lucky, will last a lifetime.
Germination by A Faded Romantic’s Notebook
Once that dark
decadent
dangerous
but oh so delicious
seed
has been planted
in her fertile
creative
intelligent
imagination
it cannot help
but grow.
I Thought We Lost It by Michelle Ayon Navajas
i thought we lost it
that with which why we love
the most together
the endless conversations
the pointless arguments
the nonsense “sense of humor”
i thought we lost
who wouldn’t?
time and distance
made us strangers
life changes and perspectives
made us different people
or so i thought
i thought we really lost it
i really thought so, that
there wouldn’t be stories to tell
there wouldn’t be crazy theories to argue
there wouldn’t be silly jokes to laugh with
i thought we really really lost it
but i was wrong
for no amount
of time
or distance
can break
that crazy bond
that crazy connection
we have,
only for each other
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.
Open
Redux
Originally posted on I Write Her 7/7/2018. Published here with revisions.
lady luck presents a life-altering prospect
an enticing, not-so-subtle invitation
a seductive and alluring treat
or a delicious deception
like a meet-your-maker kind of wile
i want to get wet, and i think I might drown
teased by lousy timing
yet it keeps me invested
my head fills with rich fantasies
more possibilities awaken
the proverbial juices are flowing
the world is spinning on a new axis
i’m confused
but i’m open
Tryst In Dreams
Redux
Originally published on PhiloSusi 9/9/15, reposted with minor revisions.
I stir, aroused by the return of past fiery life episodes. The intensity of the morning awakening revives exquisite sensations and feelings; I’m in awe of the desire which returns me and deposits me back into my past.
The pull of his gaze, a finger tracing my mouth and drawing me closer to his lips. Soft, warm wetness, mine mixing with his. Each kiss, tender and fierce, hasten our breaths. There’s an urgency, a tension demanding release, but craving so much more before it comes.
Our hands brush across each other, clutching then releasing at the subtle moments. Sighs and moans escape our lips when the gentleness or coarseness reaches a threshold in our bodies. Arching our bodies, pressing closer, the bulge of desire wanting to be cupped. It all feels so quick but in slow motion. The haze of excitement moves us, our bodies following an unscripted dialogue, but knowing exactly what to say.
We explore with our eyes and undress each other with our hands. Our clothing is our only barrier, so much is already understood – the hunger to taste each other, the desire bound tightly until the right moment it can escape, the secret carnal needs – all are free at this moment.
Our tongues speak the language of sensuality, experiencing color in what we taste. The room feels engulfed by us, our red-hot fluidity. We vibrate with the energy of our imminent coupling. Every cell in our being is aroused with anticipation, and every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies are in tune to receive what the other has to give.
Deliciousness and moans escape our lips as our limbs intertwine, feeling the smoothness of our skin as we embrace deeper into one another. Oh, the strength of our muscles tighten around each other, neither leaving intensity behind. The excitement builds, and the urgency to satisfy rises up in us both. We are open and ready now. Our passion is strong; our desires need expression.
Our eyes meet each other hungrily, penetrating the depths of our beings. It sends us deeper into our emotional hot bed inside; the tryst becomes more and more intense. The intuitive knowing of what needs to be touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like an invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.
And then I wake up…
Miffed
These wicked books created honey between my legs, leaving me with even more of a hunger than before. With rapturous delight, I felt broken well, over and over again. But with the sun rising, it was a sign to get up—the rays peeking silently through the silk curtain, the black fabric wafted by an invisible wind. Peeking out, I spotted dust kicked up by our family truck on the dirt road in the distance.
What a shame. I had hoped for another round, but this time with my handsome husband. Where was he going so early this morning?
Well, pooh.
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