until my moans fill the room.
Make me wet, I want every inch of you.
Slide your fingers inside...please...
Place your lips on mine, suck me, bite me.
Do not let me breath.
You, you are the one I desire.
Don't make me wait any longer.
Just take me...
Sometimes I worry my mind thinks about it too much, has been so long. Missing the sensations, physical, emotional and mental, the connecting with someone in a way we don't with most others. A very special sharing of ourselves, a giving, almost like a gift, and memories to...
Hair cascading over me like a black silken veil,
Hot breath, moist lips eagerly meet,
Skin on skin,
Beads of sweat
Two become one
Joined in unison
Waves pulsating through flesh
Joy exploding in blissful harmony,
and undressed. You see me plainly? There is much more to it. I sometimes wish my soul would pierce right into yours and through it. Enigmatic and transparent it's easy to see and hard to tell but my emotions seem to make me sneeze in glee and frustration I laugh at myself. I...
There is in me a thirst for your eyes
A desire to realise your dreams
There is in me a hunger for your hands
A desire to feel your emotion
There is in me a thirst for your lips
A desire to feel your taste
There is in me a hunger for your touches
A desire to provide your...
Long sharp finger nails
Piercing my flesh
Long stilettos spikes
Keep me asking for more
In order to forget
All that is
Can you match the intensity of that day
When the waves crashed upon me
And I truly felt as one
Can you understand why I sometimes...
I have intense desires too, but they're too deep for me to explain in words and I'm a little too shy to relate to them anyway.. But don't worry, none of them are sick or twisted. Ok, maybe a little bent, but that's it.
I'm naturally a reserved, socially withdrawn person, and I like it like that because that's how I've always been and who I sincerely am at heart.
Being how I am, it's difficult for me to make & keep friends, especially close friends, because I have an innate aversion to...
Her Pale Skin, Pressed To Mine...
Her Breathing, So Very Shallow In My Ear...
My Racing Heart, Chasing Hers...
Her Mouth And Tongue, Lost With Mine...
I Press Her Back,
I Part Her Thighs,
I Raise Her High,
I Feel Her Body, Quiver
I Make No Room For Mistakes!
She Knows Me Well...
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
~ Pablo Neruda