I always want one step more than people are willing to give.
One word, one touch past their limit.
Always striving to find the person willing to match me step by step. It is my fondest wish. My hearts desire. And probably asking entirely too much. Or perhaps just too much information into a public space. But if you don’t roll the dice, you’ll never hit eight the hard way.
desire
Switchy thoughts in the Afternoon
I’ll tell you my innermost thoughts but you’ll see only filthy desires.
I hear you say “Come over here.” An innocent phrase, but it makes me want to crawl to you. To say, “Yes, Mistress,” and wait for your next command.
Gazing up in adoration. Waiting to be beaten, punished, taken, humiliated and fucked. Waiting to hear the order to pleasure you. For most I’m a Master, for you I’d trade in my paddle for a collar, at least for a while.
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Maybe…
Wanting you all the time
Needing to taste your body and your mind
Wanting your stories
And the look on your face as you lose yourself to pleasure
Needing to feel your skin whenever
And to hear your thoughts on Pablo Neruda
Wanting your voice to talk with confidence about everything in your world, including me
Maybe I’m selfish
Maybe I want too much
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Just a bit of Ennui
Written and rewritten
Erased
Start over, start again
So tired in the post lunch depression
Kiss me
Feel your heat against my skin
Convince me I’m real
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Reveal yourself, so that I may
I look into your eyes, giving you my soul
I take fierce possession of your mouth with mine. Hand to the back of your neck while my other grasps your hand our fingers intertwined. I growl my desire. Every inch of my skin burns to touch yours. To revel in your pleasure, waiting for the sweet moment when you say yes. I undress you slowly. Each button, each clasp revealing more of you. I hold your eyes as I stroke and kiss every inch. I’m ready, but I go slow. I write poetry with my fingers and tongue on your skin. Tell me about your day, I need to hear you while my eyes and hand and mouth, taste and touch and drink every square centimeter of you. Of my temple. I worship. The jasmine earth of your taste, golden nectar. This and a thousand other pleasures, fills my mind.
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Every moment of every day
desire for you consumes,
a flame bitter and cold,
need raging across nerve endings,
need for your touch, your voice, your words,
crawl to me,
rest your head on my thigh,
taste your mouth,
teasing your body,
looking into your eyes, kindling flame,
in pleasures ragged and painful, hold you to me,
my hands and tongue exploring every inch,
knowing and needing,
your soft whimpers,
the feel of your body around mine,
tight with desire,
scream startling neighbors,
make you mine,
again and again until we dissolve in pools of sweat,
never stop making love to you, even when our bodies fail us,
whisper my desires, future plans,
taut with greed for you,
all that you are,
there is nothing of you I do not worship,
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My Miss
I would rather be near you than be far
To be inside you, exploring the world
To feel you around me, to press fingers and tongue
I need to be inside, to share as much space as possible
to feel your heat, for you to feel mine
this need, this desire, to mark you as mine
to demonstrate to the world that you are free
but
This physical expression is just that
if it is not to be
then I know my thoughts will be curled in your mind
teasing you with the possibility of this life
That there is someone who wants you in ways you can only imagine
who needs you in ways you’ve never dreamed possible
who would delight in your freedom to persue your desires
and help you reach as far as you need to.
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Penned in
You’ve missed nothing
There’s nothing here to miss
Just an avalanche of words
Blowing in maelstrom like autumn leaves
Just my truths left on the ground
Trapped by being written
I wish it were otherwise
That your touch on my skin would be physical reality
But no, just this story we play
But no, just a dream
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Detente
A lifetime of words spill out
Hearts blood on the page
Desire, want, and need
Logic and emotions in sync
Ruled by nought but the moment
The moment and you
A world of spun glass and long stemmed rose whips
Screams and whimpers
Ecstasy and agony and the float
Feel my flesh, know that I am real
Ask and it will be done
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My miss
Desire is a funny thing
It bends and rages
Holds steady and grows
It can burn out or grow forever
For you, my desire cannot be sated
only briefly abated
day by day desire spins to the edge of control
Until only “yes, sir” returns me to peace
Pelgris 