A Girl On Her Own

Today is hot but not outside
The heat within her skin does hide
Thoughts of pleasure fill each vein
It’s desired so much it drives her insane
A kiss, a touch, or be caressed
Her heart is aching and it is distressed
The gentle breeze crosses her face
It cools her down, but in the wrong place
A cup of water will not cool her flame
It’s refreshing but not the same
Her juices flow as she thirst for more
Then she walks and locks the door
The feel of her hands upon each breast
As chill bumps rush across her chest
Eyes closed shut while desires burn
For sweet release her heart does yearn
Skirt eased off and legs spread wide
To put out what’s melting her from the inside
Finger tips brush up each thigh
As her head tilts back she lets out a sigh
Now between her lips a finger slides
So warm and creamy now it glides
Such relief as satisfaction has began
As her minds drifts off onto thought of her man
Amazing pleasure runs up her arched spine
With lips spread wide and feet on the bed
She bites her lip and tilts her head
The fire builds up as a roaring blaze
Mind filled with pleasure she drifts into a daze
The pressure and circles on her swollen wet clit
Should put out this fire in just a bit
Hearts beating faster as the fire peaks
Juices running between her cheeks as more does leak
Melted completely as her body does shake
Convulsing, shivering, and uncontrollably does quake
Screams erupt as the fire burns out
Lip is bit hard so she can’t shout
Desire fulfilled as her body does rest
Other than the real thing, this is the best

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.