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It is the tease
the slide of lace.
A moment of urgency
as fingers
as tongue
find the waiting ache
her thighs
wet and trembling with arousal
as his mouth moves
from knee
to thigh
to exactly where she needs him.
Bare to his gaze
his tongue hungry
he takes all she has to give
becoming the feast
that never ends.
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He reads her
and wonders…
is it his name written between the lines
Could he be the one,
her eloquent distraction
the frisson along her spine
The fire within her tangled sheets
the heat between her thighs.
Could he be the one,
the smile that appears when no one is looking,
a secret she keeps close to her
Is it his face that haunts her dreams?
He reads her
and wonders…
and wants it to be so…
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it is symbiotic
this need
giving and taking
letting desires unfurl naturally
without agenda or design
words left to linger in thoughts
accelerant to dreams
where lust is rough
and thorough
as he bends me over his desk
my dress bunched up around my waist
his hand upon the small of my back
I feel the press of the wood against my belly
and the press of him against my thighs
my body is on fire
every nerve ending alive and firing
there is tenderness
but in moments such as these
when need is raw and powerful
he shows me just how he craves me
what he can give me
and with it
how my body aches
for all that he is
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Bend me to your will
as my mind aligns to your desires.
My body aching
for the press of your thoughts
for the words that make me quiver
in delight.
Shape me
mould me
to you
as you find our tastes
mingle upon the same banquet.
Our hungers sated
our thirst vanquished
by this feast we have created
just us two.
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She looked levelly at him
‘this can be yours’, she said,
the plum kiss of her glistening lips a distraction from the words.
Still, he heard them and heeded their plea
the ichor of desire pumping hard and fast through his veins
ringing in his ears
a rushing river of carnal thoughts.
One look at her
and he could clearly see
that the shape of his destruction
would be found
in the curve of her sensuality.
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I taste the unknown
in your kiss.
It conveys me to places
I can only imagine,
places where I am pliant
underneath your fingertips.
Your touch
hard
soft
unrelenting with passion.
It fuels my hunger
and my curiosity
to know more
to do more
to be more.
With you,
within this,
a boundless need
has been unleashed.
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I was the sweetest,
the most innocent bad girl
he ever created.
Especially on Sunday.
.
Sinful Sunday.
Soft white skin
and pure white ribbon.
A sensuous tether
to wicked thoughts
and desires
pulled tight by him.
Making me wet and wild.
.
A Sunday prayer.
A single wish
whispered from my lips
that was
purity and sin
interwoven.
.
I am
A body trembling with sinful wants
and a soul aching with innocent need.
.
I sit upon the church pew
modest in dress and demeanour
distracted
by the secrets and sins
that dance within every line
of the poetry I am composing
in my head.
.
You are deeper than skin
greater than sin
absolution is mine
as you touch all the parts of me
that ache for you.
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