Girls

Divine flickering clusters blinded me as she touched it.
It felt like hot mist rising from the arch of my back.
Reminds me of steam from the body when you strip bare in the winter.
The coil ofvisable heat from between my legs always caught my attention.
I thought ,"am I really so hot there?", then Id curl for a better look.
Nails pricked the tattooed flesh of my hips and I realized the answer was yes.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I see her hair spread out across my stomach,
a silky mass dipping,and jutting close between my knees.
The sounds any other time would have made me blush, but when she moved that way
my core coiled like a viper and the suckling would make my hips jump from the blanket.
They only stilled when she held me down, but she never stopped her feast.
I awoke from the dream with a fistful of her hair in my grip, could feel the warmth
of her body brush my wrist.
"Lets go somewhere..."
"Where?"
"I don't care"


Our dissapearance is ignored.
She stops and turns to me, runs her palm up the inside of my thigh and smiles.
I smile, my body smiles, my sex grins.
Words fall to wicked grunts and saucy whimpers. Hers.
Ever wondered what stradling a fountain in the summer feels like?
It feels like this. Drenched in tepid moisture,clinging needily to the lips.
Everything tastes like Japaneise cherry blossom.
She tasted like vanilla covered cherries melted by the moon.
I could have drowned in her,inside her.
We're not gulping for air, we're swallowing to feed again.

-S-

Copyright 2007
Unknown "The Shay" Rabid - 16 years, 9 months, 21 days ago

A Small Release...

Lush,the flesh of a thousand orchids blushing in stages.
The first ripple ,a creep of color gone unnoticed by the muse.
It crawls like tickling fingers from the heated center of her chest to round over collarbone and shoulder.
Mere seconds later and the pink patch spreads like dye on silk,reaching for the throat.
Sucking in the air needed to stay centered....sane, she shifts her focus, looks elsewhere.
Too late for its already begun. That sinking feeling starts and as part of her body feels
as if its being sucked into the earth,her back arches with the pull of her chest toward the muse.
Breathing becomes irratic.
Her palms begin to sweat and she feels the heat as trickles of female perspiration mist at her thighs
her hips...the small patch of skin between stomachs end and mounds begining.
Pupils dialated as a drug induced coma blankets logic and suddenly she realizes she's standing dead still.
Her muse is staring,it knows!
For that breif moment she catches the return of lust in its gaze. Memorizes the way everything smells just then,
the way the room seemed to tilt then right itself.
She would pant if not for being mistaken for a beast in heat. She wants to pant,Wants to arch her hips high and roar
when the mounting begins. If she was sitting ,she could press the folds of her sex against the leather
and find temporary solice in its cushion. Maybe she should sit...maybe she should just take the muse it her hand,
take its bucking ridge and demand.

The moment begins to pass,she's able to cross her ankles, knees tight together and squeeze the tingling from her body.
Did he see her shudder?

-S-

Copyright 2007
Unknown "The Shay" Rabid - 16 years, 9 months, 21 days ago