Love

When you were a child,
It was dad,
It was pink,
It was flowers,
It was bliss.

When you were a teenager,
It was blond,
It was blue eyes,
It was love notes,
It was ecstasy.

When you were a young adult,
It was your best friend,
It was hot,
It was long phone calls,
It was delight.

When you were older,
It was random,
It was obnoxious,
It was fights,
It was tears.

When you are older,
It is your child,
It is persistent,
It is motivation,
It stood the test of time.

Doctors diagnosed it with a multiple personality disorder,
The FBI will offer you a restraining order,
Because it can be as fickle as a feather,
And as unpredictable as the weather.

But Barbie and ken,
Bonnie and Clyde,
Romeo and Juliet,

Simply called it LOVE.

By: A.S (My Wife)

Her Story, Her Hope

She is sick and tired of trying

And ending up in front of a blank wall

People ask her why she shows no emotion

Well maybe it’s because she has tried,

And all she got in return was an ice bucket

They tell her she’s not beautiful

She asks them who defines beauty

She’s sick and tired of trying

And amounting to nothing

People ask her why she doesn’t trust

Well maybe because she has tried,

And all she got in return was a stab in the back

They ask her who she aspires to be

She tells them she’s creating her own person

People ask her why she doesn’t watch the news

Well maybe because she has tried,

And all she saw were people in expensive suits

Speaking empty words, promising the impossible.

Now, when you see that girl sitting alone,

Ask her to tell you her story.

Disappointment is all she ever got

Under the Christmas tree that she never had

She has learnt the hard way, that expectations

only ever lead to disappointments.

She still has hope,

That one day, the world will be a better place

Where your inner beauty will be more

Important that the birthmark on your face

where your wealth will be measured by

your values and not how many zeros you have.

By: A.S (My Wife) 

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

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 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 ... *

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