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
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.
my lover’s glance
stirring me
private invitation
to an intimate world
no words
just sighs
shyly seductive
yet bold
no hesitation
just urgency
touched above
and below
setting fires
within
raging
out of control
anticipating explosions
the fireworks kind
demanding pleasure
and yet giving it all
take me
away
he understood the chemical power
stirred the emotional pot with music
it was a formula for fame
made all lips lick
men drooled
women swooned
had a good beat
“I’d give it a 98”
instant success
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
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.
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.
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
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