I feel the warmth of your inner thigh,
my heart beats and the room heats,
lips I want to kiss, skin I want to touch,
my hips pressed against yours,
A warmth in your body I want to explore.
Tag Archives: lust
Un-sexy stories of heartbreak told to lovers
Title: your dick in another I loved you but you fucked another. Does it make you feel good to mistreat me. Does it make you feel good to hurt me. And disregard my feelings. What am I a doormat, not … Continue reading
Dragonfly wings and midnight tears
Tears can be a good thing. It is part of me, so why not embrace it. I think the more emotional I am the better love I will be. Love is about passion, and to feel that connection as I … Continue reading
love in nature
Title: tonight’s adventure I begin this tale as I walk through the trees into the evening. The solid ground getting mushy. Walking through the water my puffy dress getting wet. I try and hold it up a bit but it … Continue reading
Trance
I walk through the crowd, intense music playing like a fog. Flashing lights moving bodies, as I move on closer to you. My vision of you going from a haze to complete blackness, then back to a haze. I am entranced in you.
You are covered in streaks of fluorescent body paint. As am I. Your hair, skin and clothes all dusted in that burn red sand, skin Sunkist, eyes alive. All signs of being out in the desert to long.
You are excited to see me, to share the night with you. Under the stars, at this hippie festival.
Rooftop
The afternoons are long, your legs are longer. Here on the rooftop. I sit at a wooden table, a chair empty opposite me. You make your way to join. Your butt fills the chair. I breath you in. And know your skin. It’s warm here in the sunlight. Warmer still near you.
I hear a bird chirping, distant sounds of civilized life going on without me. You hold my hands. My palm exposed. Your fingers running from my wrist to finger tip. “Do you feel that?” you ask. Eyes fixed on mine.
This is where I am meant to be, squinting in the afternoon sun, with you.
Let’s get fat together
I am at my desk when you come in, and flutter down onto my bed. Your dress spreads out like a squashed balloon. I get the impression that I was meant to be somewhere today. But as I do, I get caught up in my work.
You look over the large fruit bowl on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Selecting carefully an apple from the pile. I can hear crunching as you enjoy a few bites, covering your mouth with a finger as you chew.
“So are we going to do this?” You say.
I look up, swing my chair around. Before taking a final look at my work. I pick up a piece of fruit in answer to your question.
BENT ON LOVE 