This daffodil wants to play
She wants to feel the sun on her skin
The rain on her hair, she wants to laugh with glee
Sugar, spice and honeybee. She wants the joy, the pain
and laughing in the rain.
She enjoys being spanked, or slapped or liking it rough.
She wants you and she wants you a lot. Think about that buster!!
Oh what I would give to kiss your lips again
and to feel the safety net of your arms around me
I am like a bee that hides under the skirt of the flowers
just to keep smelling its sweet scented essence.
Feed it, fuel it, succumb to it. But the hunger doesn’t subside. It intensifies
needing, clawing on my sleek skin. With every arch of my back, he thrust even deeper. I could feel my velvety folds getting sleeker, but the hunger for more doesn’t stop. I met his thrust with my hips and my legs wide open to receive him. I can’t explain how much I want him. How much hunger for his lips and how deep my craving for him.
You come to me in bits and pieces
a glimpse as fast as lightning
such fleeting moments in my dreams.
You speak to me in rainbows and moonbeams
I hear you on cloudy days in distorted language
of rain and thunderstorms.
You capture my attention like snowflakes hitting the window pane
You hold my heart so delicately in your hands and I long to see the depth of your soul.
I wanna moan your name
gently into the night
while your lips burn mine
your scent take a permanent residency
on my bed sheets
your name inhabits
the very core of my body
the heat… oh the heat
I wanna moan your name gently into the night…
-photo by pixabay
Every glide and stroke of his tongue sends shivers down her spine summoning the lake to swell, little buds of roses to blossom in sweet harmony with every sound from her lips. Finally the clouds parted and the heavy crescendo of rain came down greeting his warm presence.
Dozens of rough draft and crumpled papers
strewn across the floor. Still drunk on whiskey
eyes puffy from keeping the night company.
Attempting to write a decent poetry
thoughts of you keep popping in and out of my head.
Both sweet and candid moments we just had few days ago
still stuck in my brain. I don’t think the April rain will
wash all of them away.
I’m still going to wash my brain with whiskey…trying to concentrate on writing. Trying to push thoughts of you away.
-photo pixabay I could continue washing your memories off of my thoughts…
I asked myself why?… why trying to steer clear from thinking of you. For now I do not
know the answer to that. I just want to keep writing and come up with a beautiful poetry. I want to have a love affair with my thoughts, paper and my pen.
She, who is not afraid of danger
light in her feet, a dancer a phaser
as if she has wings to flutter away
somewhere safer than there.
She’s no stranger to danger.
Photo by Pixabay He, who is addicted to the flutter of her dark eyelashes
palms always open to welcome her
when she returns.
Think of it in the rain
in the silence of midnight
a subtle sensation on your skin
perfumed by a blossoming flower.
Each raindrops leading you
into the dawning light
the verdant illusion
drawing you to the simmering heat.
He opened my eyes to all the sensation only felt by my skin
Feed your desire
every chance you get
Focus on the illusion
of your want
Ignore the white noise in your head
keep feeding your desire
the fire that gets you going…
Keep feeding your desire, the fire that gets you going.