Friday, 1 February 2013
Explorations
The secret world of smooth warm flesh
your graceful curves delight my eye
they call my fingertips to explore them
such a wondrous geography, paradise
I ache to be your favorite native son,
born to love each rise, and silken valley,
humbly bow my head to drink so deep
from your wellspring of sweet desire
I long to quench my lusty thirst in you
parched, like a desert nomad's throat
dream of the day when you float above
find sweet release, like clouds and rain
your hands reach out, to take my face
and pull me to your waiting breasts
to suckle you long as a greedy child
lulled by the music, of your hot breath
your fingers plow furrows in my hair
and trace my brow, fever flushed
softly croon song of love to me
need binds me tight to your side
do you feel me throb so deep inside?
a counterpoint to your rolling motion?
my growling voice echoes in the room
your name kisses my lips and tongue
trembling thighs, so graceful spread
heaven's gate open so wide to see
to plumb the hot and fragrant depths
as you moan and deeply caress me
Moonlit Night
you glow like the light of the harvest moon
soft golden rays to fill my starry heart
your sweet breath teases my naked skin
so warm and moist like a southern breeze
your scent the perfume of night blooming flowers
your taste salty and tangy like the warm sea air
your body trembles at my slightest touch
a willow tree, shook by the lusty wind
your mossy rise is so dewy and inviting,
softly, and seductively, it calls out me...
to kneel and taste your secret delights
lost in a vortex of your endless desire
as the harvest moon looms overhead
and bathes our flesh in it's soothing light
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Eye See You
The windows to my soul
A little part that unravels the whole
No secrets revealed yet nothing kept
Get lost in the moment, dive into the doubts
Swim in my essence, drink in my being
Can you read me?
Do you understand what you're seeing?
Neither do I.
A little part that unravels the whole
No secrets revealed yet nothing kept
Get lost in the moment, dive into the doubts
Swim in my essence, drink in my being
Can you read me?
Do you understand what you're seeing?
Neither do I.
Friday, 9 November 2012
A Quickie (contd.)
*... continued ...*
Chris closed his eyes in surrender.
Jenna had obviously made her mind up and she seemed to be convincing him as well. Slowly, she molded her fingers around his hardness, squeezing lightly against the head of his organ. He let out a ghost of a whisper, as he relaxed against his will. Jenna seized the opportunity and took his lower lip between hers, cradling his chiseled jawline with her free hand. She sucked on it as hard as she could, threatening to pull it off into her mouth. She smiled to herself as his bulk seemed to melt into her arms. She grazed her teeth against the soft innards of his lip.
Then he snapped.
With a rigor that took her by surprise, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air, firmly pressing her back against the cold glass walls of the shower. A passionate desire burned behind his eyes, something she had never seen before. She knotted her legs firmly around his midriff, locking her ankles behind him and slyly pulled him into her. She offered him her neck, which he took almost violently. His lips ravaged her thin sensitive skin, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Her nerve endings swam in delight, thankful for the layer of flowing water that diluted the intensity of his kisses. His nails trailed teasingly down over her sides, flowing along the rivulets of water that poured from her wet hair. She made mental maps of everything he was doing. And then his tongue surprised her, darting out from between his parted lips to further torment her neck. It swirled its way up her neck towards her jawline. Then slowly along the contour towards her ear. He slowly took her ear lobe into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. Her head tilted towards his mouth of its own accord. Her brain seemed to be swarmed with contrasting senses; the cold of the shower wall and the warmth of the water, the softness of his skin and the firmness of his body. She could feel one of his hands snaking its way up over her stomach. His palm cupped round her breast and he squeezed hard.
A pulse rang through her body. She lost some control of her legs and they began to quiver. She knew she was dripping over his lower abdomen, he didn't seem to care. Her nipple hardened slightly as soon as his fingertip grazed it. He circled slowly over the dark knot, applying gentle pressure against it. She tensed as it hardened to his expert touch. He rolled it vigorously between his fingertips and made her squirm against him. His palm seemed to be sculpted for her breast to fit perfectly into his grasp. He rolled his smooth palm over her rock-hard nipple, ripping into her self-composure. She moaned deep and long. She hated that how he always robbed her of control she possessed at the beginning, but also never complained about letting him take charge.
But tonight was hers.
Wrapping her hands behind his neck, she pulled his lips into hers, tracing across them with her tongue, asking him to open up to her. He parted his lips and she accepted his invitation, snaking her way into his mouth, nuzzling her tongue around his. She sucked gingerly, the way she knew he liked and his manhood responded with an approving nod. She held on to his rod and pulled on it, working her way up his shaft. She could feel vibrations running through him. She worked it faster. He sunk slowly as he whispered a moan. She caught it in her mouth and kissed him hard.
She pulled away for a second and whispered almost inaudibly:
"I want you."
* ... to be continued ... *
*
Chris closed his eyes in surrender.
Jenna had obviously made her mind up and she seemed to be convincing him as well. Slowly, she molded her fingers around his hardness, squeezing lightly against the head of his organ. He let out a ghost of a whisper, as he relaxed against his will. Jenna seized the opportunity and took his lower lip between hers, cradling his chiseled jawline with her free hand. She sucked on it as hard as she could, threatening to pull it off into her mouth. She smiled to herself as his bulk seemed to melt into her arms. She grazed her teeth against the soft innards of his lip.
Then he snapped.
With a rigor that took her by surprise, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air, firmly pressing her back against the cold glass walls of the shower. A passionate desire burned behind his eyes, something she had never seen before. She knotted her legs firmly around his midriff, locking her ankles behind him and slyly pulled him into her. She offered him her neck, which he took almost violently. His lips ravaged her thin sensitive skin, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Her nerve endings swam in delight, thankful for the layer of flowing water that diluted the intensity of his kisses. His nails trailed teasingly down over her sides, flowing along the rivulets of water that poured from her wet hair. She made mental maps of everything he was doing. And then his tongue surprised her, darting out from between his parted lips to further torment her neck. It swirled its way up her neck towards her jawline. Then slowly along the contour towards her ear. He slowly took her ear lobe into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. Her head tilted towards his mouth of its own accord. Her brain seemed to be swarmed with contrasting senses; the cold of the shower wall and the warmth of the water, the softness of his skin and the firmness of his body. She could feel one of his hands snaking its way up over her stomach. His palm cupped round her breast and he squeezed hard.
A pulse rang through her body. She lost some control of her legs and they began to quiver. She knew she was dripping over his lower abdomen, he didn't seem to care. Her nipple hardened slightly as soon as his fingertip grazed it. He circled slowly over the dark knot, applying gentle pressure against it. She tensed as it hardened to his expert touch. He rolled it vigorously between his fingertips and made her squirm against him. His palm seemed to be sculpted for her breast to fit perfectly into his grasp. He rolled his smooth palm over her rock-hard nipple, ripping into her self-composure. She moaned deep and long. She hated that how he always robbed her of control she possessed at the beginning, but also never complained about letting him take charge.
But tonight was hers.
Wrapping her hands behind his neck, she pulled his lips into hers, tracing across them with her tongue, asking him to open up to her. He parted his lips and she accepted his invitation, snaking her way into his mouth, nuzzling her tongue around his. She sucked gingerly, the way she knew he liked and his manhood responded with an approving nod. She held on to his rod and pulled on it, working her way up his shaft. She could feel vibrations running through him. She worked it faster. He sunk slowly as he whispered a moan. She caught it in her mouth and kissed him hard.
She pulled away for a second and whispered almost inaudibly:
"I want you."
* ... to be continued ... *
*
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Insight (Into Me)
Many people see me, but do not know me.
I understand how that must feel.
Sometimes I barely understand myself too.
I am discovering myself further everyday.
Learning while I work and while I play.
17 years I have lived with me.
Yet, I still find new ways to surprise myself.
New boundaries to push and test.
New extremes to subject myself to.
New places to go and things to do.
They say I have many talents.
Don't be deceived. It's not true.
As far as I know, I only have two;
The ability to learn,
And a powerful determination
To attain that which I yearn.
I'm lazy but I dream big.
This is both a blessing and a curse.
Because sometimes, my ability is my own hearse.
When I have a goal, be it in a day or a year,
I strap up my boots and I work my way there.
I can be unrealistically optimistic.
An impossiblist if you will, it's unhealthy.
Because when I set a goal beyond my grasp,
My failure is inevitable.
Failure is followed by self-reproach.
Self-reproach invites INSECURITIES.
I am riddled by many of those.
Ugh, the pressure is immense.
It crushes me in every sense.
Physically, mentally, emotionally.
It harasses me from all sides.
From my parents, peers, society and from inside.
I fear mediocrity, it's an idea I cannot bear.
But not in itself. In reality, it is my potential I fear.
They say ignorance is bliss and such it is shown.
Because left to myself, I would not have known
Of this "potential" hidden in me
That everyone else tends to see.
But now it has been spoken of, I am aware
It would be a shame to let it waste away
I must blossom and develop a name
A legacy to look back and smile on when I am old and gray.
However, this lays a question heavy on my breast
And I need to address it to experience rest.
In all honesty, who do I do this for?
Is it really for me? Or do I labour for the score
Of people who implore that I can amount to more?
Do I work myself sore for those who adore my candor
And those who find valor in my fulfillment of the requirements
Of those who came before?
I try to convince myself that I sweat for me.
That my passions are my passions because na so dem be.
But when I fail at something, I don't feel quite the same.
What if I am not who I think and someone else is to blame?
Can you really term me 'intelligent' based on numbers on a sheet?
There's so much on my mind, I don't know what to say.
I started this in fitful rage but it seems my anger has faded away.
I think I was angry at myself, I can't even remember why.
But I've now sunk more into thought than I was before.
I cant' even maintain a train of reasoning anymore.
Screw this, I'm going to get food.
I understand how that must feel.
Sometimes I barely understand myself too.
I am discovering myself further everyday.
Learning while I work and while I play.
17 years I have lived with me.
Yet, I still find new ways to surprise myself.
New boundaries to push and test.
New extremes to subject myself to.
New places to go and things to do.
They say I have many talents.
Don't be deceived. It's not true.
As far as I know, I only have two;
The ability to learn,
And a powerful determination
To attain that which I yearn.
I'm lazy but I dream big.
This is both a blessing and a curse.
Because sometimes, my ability is my own hearse.
When I have a goal, be it in a day or a year,
I strap up my boots and I work my way there.
I can be unrealistically optimistic.
An impossiblist if you will, it's unhealthy.
Because when I set a goal beyond my grasp,
My failure is inevitable.
Failure is followed by self-reproach.
Self-reproach invites INSECURITIES.
I am riddled by many of those.
Ugh, the pressure is immense.
It crushes me in every sense.
Physically, mentally, emotionally.
It harasses me from all sides.
From my parents, peers, society and from inside.
I fear mediocrity, it's an idea I cannot bear.
But not in itself. In reality, it is my potential I fear.
They say ignorance is bliss and such it is shown.
Because left to myself, I would not have known
Of this "potential" hidden in me
That everyone else tends to see.
But now it has been spoken of, I am aware
It would be a shame to let it waste away
I must blossom and develop a name
A legacy to look back and smile on when I am old and gray.
However, this lays a question heavy on my breast
And I need to address it to experience rest.
In all honesty, who do I do this for?
Is it really for me? Or do I labour for the score
Of people who implore that I can amount to more?
Do I work myself sore for those who adore my candor
And those who find valor in my fulfillment of the requirements
Of those who came before?
I try to convince myself that I sweat for me.
That my passions are my passions because na so dem be.
But when I fail at something, I don't feel quite the same.
What if I am not who I think and someone else is to blame?
Can you really term me 'intelligent' based on numbers on a sheet?
There's so much on my mind, I don't know what to say.
I started this in fitful rage but it seems my anger has faded away.
I think I was angry at myself, I can't even remember why.
But I've now sunk more into thought than I was before.
I cant' even maintain a train of reasoning anymore.
Screw this, I'm going to get food.
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