How it should be

I want pull you up, heedless who watches
standing so close to you
my hot breathe against the pulse of heartsblood
small kisses trailing across the soft curve of neck
hands holding you close to me
body heat nearly unbearable
the scent of desire spilling from us
look deep into your eyes grown large with surprise
growl
you are mine. mine.
take your kiss as my rightful plunder
your tongue against mine
fast and rough
gliding and pressing
the floodgates of passion denied
press you down
sitting
removing your clothes
hands exploring every inch of you
soft kisses and bites on every exposed bit of you
Mine. mine.
holding your eyes
looking up
exposing your secret
your scent
tightening me
throbbing ache filled with tumultuous need to taste the storm of you
my lips against your pussy
mine, mine
taste of you dripping in my tongue
fingers stroking inside of you
kisses trailing up to your shuddering breast
fingers slick and pulsing in and out
thumb circling the soft nub of clit
licking your nipples
eyes holding you
bite down
marking you
mine, mine
bodies pressed so close
I take your mouth, lips pressed in with wild unbridled need
there is nought but you
you are my world
and we have just begun

A rooftop view

Love is a force all its own. It moves world’s as surely as gravity. But in its wake the things that are changed are you and me. Wiser, happier or devastated, all because the heart recognizes its counterpart and thrusts, dagger quick, into the mind. Taking residence, guiding us to each other. Leaves caught in the tempest. Clinging to each other, having at last found our way home.

Reverie

Delicate counterweight spin
Drunk on the power of your pleasure
No innocence in this sin
Consume you in full measure
Flaws like scars perceive
Tracery writ across skin
In safeties guise deceive
Distinct, alive with passion
Sink heat through muscle to bone
All doubts have found to flown
And only we remain

Love with me

Love with abandon
With passion
With panic and pain

Love with obsession
With desire
With creativity

Love with totality
With inclusiveness
With precision

Love with lust
With sensuality
With finality

Love with soul
With tenderness
With attention

Love with hope
With positivity
With sunshine

Love with darkness
With secrets
With dreams

And like that…

Your words caress my skin and set my mind to flame
I would take that flame and set the world to blaze
But your fires burn on the horizon
And I am unsure of where I stand

Fire light

Consuming fire, lick my flesh
pull the ropes tighter, wield the whip
strike flesh, pull cry
firelight throw shadows
devolve to grunts and growls
reduce to screams
panting pleading for more
one more touch, one more taste, one more

Lust fades to memories

I would give voice to other than lust but find, in these haunting seconds twixt witching moon and the long dark, find my heart empty. Or not empty, but rather ravaged by flames that course through, burning out all thought but you. You, spread inviting on my crimson bed. You, legs pressed around me, back against the wall. You, pale ass tantalizing and taunting. You, riding, your eyes black with desire. My face buried in you, your hands in my hair. Your moans, your shudders. Your pleasure bound at the end of my tongue.

But you are far away from me, We are long lost to each other and I am alone. Sitting in the pale light of approaching dawn.

My Morgan. My Morrigan.