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.

Reblog – Run through with want by Candice Louisa Daquin

As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…

Image Credit -Pexels

The Feathered Sleep

My days of corpulent debauchery

may never have begun

but when I close my eyes

I lie inside of you like an opal

reflecting your urge for living

like a night light needful of no power source

you radiate energy as

a feral creature might fight

for its life caught in snare

the abundance of your desire

fills my emptiness with electric skies

your skin holds the damp of sex like a flower

urging me to break free of fear

consume your longing with my own

the meeting of our bodies breaking against

each other with the force of pent hunger

just one smile and I am on my knees

thirsting for your power over me

there is nothing I wouldn’t offer

even the pulsing vein in my neck

to subsist in your magnetism

where suddenly, life itself seems alive

and I can hear every cricket

every night creature stirring

the movement of you

toward me

and how I am terrified

and run through with

simultaneous

want

Reblog – Incendiary

Haven’t we all encountered an intense attraction that could make us lose control? I know I have, a few actually if I’m being honest. 😉

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Photo by Mark Velasquez

How can one define attraction?

I look at you and I am entranced.

A beautiful face. A gorgeous body.

A clever, creative, independent mind.

A generous heart. A submissive sexual soul.

I do not know if the rest of the world sees you as I see you.

I do not care.

To me, you are so incendiary

you could burn your way

out of Hell

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Mark Velasquez. Model is Ashley Amarillas

I posted this some years ago. I can still be set on fire.

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Reblog – Dreamscape

Oh, to be the One…

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If the night

gives me

complete control

over who fills

my dark

delightful

dirty

delicious

dangerous

decadent

Dominant

dreamscape

it will be you.

Oh, believe me

it will be you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Believe me, it will be you.

Art by Omar Ortiz

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Reblog – I will

I will always breathe deeply when I read these lines… 🙂

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

I will undress you

slowly

with my words.

I will guide your hands

irresistibly

with my voice.

I will arch your back

beautifully

with my control.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this some years ago.   I will …

Art by Francesca Strino

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Reblog – Cursive Prose by Martin Lewis

When I originally read this piece, I commented “A lover’s language…”. Such a sensual piece. I wonder which writing tools were their favorites? 😉

https://theblightersrock.wordpress.com/2020/12/23/cursive-prose/

CURSIVE PROSE

I close my eyes
and in my thoughts
I ink a cursive
unwritten verse
upon her nakedness
poetry for us alone
words that she will only
let our fingers trace
whilst reading
to each other.

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



Open

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.

**Originally published 7/7/2018 on I Write Her