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Glorious bronze sight.
My hungry mind’s fantasy.
Basking in her gaze.

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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.

 

 

 

Trysts In Dreams

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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 in 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, every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies 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 what needs to be touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.

And then I wake up…

 

**Originally published PhiloSusi 9/9/15 Re-posted here with minor revisions

Deviant Bent

I don’t know what you like.
You don’t know what I like.

The head thinks it’s normal,
society thinks it’s wrong.
What you prefer feels delicious to you,
but exposing it is dangerous.

The Internet says it’s ok.
My friends say it’s ok.
I feel like it’s ok… privately.
But the judgment is real.

What’s right and what’s wrong?
Your inner circle doesn’t care.
Absorbed in your version of the unnatural,
it feels good.

But the outer structure is in control,
and pleasures stay hidden.
So back to reality now,
back to bland.

We’ll keep hiding in our world of normal.

Well, some of us.

 

**Originally published PhiloSusi 8/18/15 Re-posted here with revisions

 

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My lover begins to arouse me.

Easy, gentle caresses sensually sliding down the arm.
A trail of warmth left behind from his touch.

Hot breath and lips making their way around the small of the neck.
Small moans escape me, begging for more.

Delicate licks leaving a moist trace around the back of the ear.
Tingling feathers out to my extremities.

The tongue seeking refuge in an acquiescent mouth.
Our fervent kisses forge deep, wrestling in liquid and softness.

Touching
Teasing
Squeezing
Kissing
Laughing
Moaning
Aching
Arching

Reaching for the other for pleasure.
He does that to me when we can’t take life seriously anymore.

Only having each other will satisfy.