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Desire, Sex and Cigarettes

Desire__by_ShanaArielle

I can remember the exact moment when I fell in love with you. The moment I read your work and connected with you on another level. I had not met you then. And I sat there staring at the screen and thinking how foolish i was to be feeling this way when we were virtually strangers.

When i look back at it, I was always in love with your style of writing more than i was in love with you. And i looked forward to putting a face to the words that had stolen my soul. And i still haunt your site to find  new posts. And listen to the music we shared to find you between the lines.

And you beckon me with your toothy smile. And we are taking random pictures. Dressing up to go out. What’s some harmless flirting going to do after all, right? Except it is not harmless. And it turns out we crossed the line between flirting and wanting each other.

And we are holding each other. Laughing at each other’s jokes. There’s this funny TV series we watch together. And there are endless possibilities running through my mind.

I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back. We were in a bar seated across each other and you were smiling at me and our gazes couldn’t break. And the crowd faded as we danced suggestively.

And we stumble over each other. Am reaching for your lips and your breath is fast. Your eyes are glazed and my senses are peaked from the sweet scent of you. I don’t remember how we end in your room.  Your nipples are pushing against the fabric of your tee and I suck your left breast as you moan and push towards my mouth.

There is a certain choreography to our movements. It feels natural that I am here with you. This moment feels like it was waiting to happen. Your part my lips with your tongue, tasting of cigarettes and mint, and I’m breathless.  We make love then, with no strings attached. And it felt as good as i knew it would.

You are dancing with me and my eyes are closed. You pull a little closer and a part of my soul tugs with happiness. Your eyes have this mischevious look and i am smiling now. We burst out laughing because that seems to be the only way we communicate lately.

I like the way your breasts look in your tee and the way your eyes twinkle when you smile. Stay with me. I don’t want you to leave. I like you best when you are laughing without a care in the world. Put off the candle. I want to feel you with my senses ,just without my sight. Until you fall asleep. My nipples graze against yours and my whole body is throbbing naked desire and wanton want.

Your husky voice drives me over the edge. Over and over.

 

 

 

 

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Posted by on March 18, 2017 in Erotica, Muse, Uncategorized, Women

 

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Beautiful disaster

beautiful disaster

I’d like to write you a poem
To describe your lips and eyes
To describe how you make me feel
To describe your scent

But words evade me
And the rhythm is off
As my beating heart flutters
Beneath the touch of your finger

The sky seems bluer today
It must be the sound of your voice
Twisting me into a ball of desire
As your words caress me whole

And i have a feeling we are gonna win
Despite the scruples and fights
And your eyes are a deep pool
That have me swimming endlessly

I’ll take you down the road
The winding paths of passion
Maybe we can find love or lust
Though i might settle for a taste of you

And when you look at me like that
I find it hard to breath
And my legs turn to jelly
As the rhythm of your heartbeat
Melts me into mush

And your arms are inviting
Despite your sullen face
And my lips want to graze yours
In a heated debate of blatant desire

And your touch sets me on fire
Your musky scent a perfect distraction
It’s an emotional roller-coaster
And the sky is so damn blue

Your name on my lips
Is the only aphrodisiac
And i hope you are listening
As i sing out my soul you

My mind is on a trip
And my fingers wanna rake deep contours down your back
And leave a trail of myself
A tattoo of beautiful disaster

I hope you don’t mind
I can’t write you a poem
but i’ll take you down the winding paths
twisting in a reckless abandon of desire
the beat of our hearts a muddled frenzy

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Poetry

 

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Coming Out

coming

She is cupping my left breast and teasing my nipple as she stares intently into my eyes. She looks pensive. She is here, but not really with me. I can tell there’s something she wants to tell me but is wrestling with the way to frame it. I let her stew on it for a while. When i can’t wait anymore, i snap at her “ What the fuck is going through your mind?”

She looks at me and makes to smile then goes, “I noticed you’ve grown thin…”

Thin. She said thin, good people. Level with me here. The fact that she was just swooning over me minutes ago and moaning her ass out seems to have totally slipped her mind. She said thin. Really, how do you even describe someone that way.

Well, i might have shed a few pounds, but really, i don’t look like America’s Top Model or one of those Victoria’s Secret models.

“Who are you pining for? Is it him again? You know he is poison in your system. You ought to flush him out for good” she goes on as if she hasn’t seen the storm brewing in my eyes. “Seriously honey, stop doing this to yourself…it’s better to love something that can love you back” she winds up the observation philosophically…no longer tweaking my nipple.

“Coming from a closeted lesbian, that’s rich”, i spit out thoughtlessly. I see the pain in her eyes and feel guilty for a while. Then anger at the truth she just said hits me and i just ignore the feeling.

“You have a way of brushing away reality, that even amazes me. And not a lot amazes me. How long do you intend to be in the closet? I’ll get tired of coming to see you whenever you are horny, and then what? Are you gonna find a girlfriend then?”

She started it. I don’t come with brakes when i start to verbal diarrhea. She looks the other way as if that will make the words less truthful.

“C’mon smartypants. What are you going to do when i move on and actually find a man or a woman to live with. What then? You are fun and all, i admit that. I fell in love with you at some point, but i’m over it”…she gasps at that as i go on with my tirade.

“What do you want?” She says suddenly.

“World peace…gender equality…a million dollars..ice-cream, another fuck…in any order”, i say jokingly.

She is seething in blind rage at that point. I just look at her sheepishly

“I am fucking serious. What do you want?” she goes on without the slightest sign of a smile on her beautiful face. She dimples up even when she is crying. She makes me hot when she is mad.

Well, no one has ever really asked me what i wanted before. I’m feeling a mixture of emotions. But i need to answer her.

“For starters how about you coming out of the closet. You need to live to your full potential and not tied down by society and it’s opinion. I want to get over this creep in my system. I want to be happy. Sounds silly but i do. I want to travel the world and make love on the beach. I want to watch the sun rise and set with someone i love. I could go on, but you are not Oprah” i say without a smile..

“You’ll get your slice of heaven. I know that. You are made of more than you accept. And you are the most stubborn piece of shit i know”, she says with a smile, no longer mad at me.

I notice that she mentions nothing about coming out and i decide to drop it. We’ve had this fight over and over.

“It must be wonderful to have a gift of seeing into the future”, i mutter as we fall over ourselves with deep laughter.

“I feel a migraine developing”, i tell her as i start to dress up.

“You got it the wrong way darling. THAT, comes before the sex,” she says with a shriek, pulling out a cigarette.

As she saunters to the window pane, i put on my sneakers watching her. She has an ass to make your jaws drop.
I manage to break myself from the trance to bolt before her husband comes back. We kiss one last time and the taste of cigarettes and her sweet taste linger long after we part ways.

 
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Posted by on March 20, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Writing

 

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Finding it hard to ignore

last

Am finding it hard to ignore
The things i want to do to you
I’m finding it hard to hide
The way i want you

The rhythm is just right
And when you move your ass like that
I find it hard to keep my hands off
Stirring the devil within

I’m twisting and melting
Then you smile
And i burst in the seams
And the sway is just right

The waves move just perfect
When your peaks are taut
And my heartbeat is a mess
In sequence to the juggle of your perky breasts

You are naked
And i am watching the mirror
To catch a glimpse of you
And it jolts me to the core

It’s not my fault
You are naked
And i am perverted
Wicked even

Am finding it hard to ignore
The things i want to do to you
I’m finding it hard to hide
The way i want you

 
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Posted by on March 13, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

 

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Sin With Me

sin

“Forbidden pleasures are always sweetest…”

Come sin with me
When the moon is high
And the wind is howling
To the beats of our hearts

Come sin with me
When the storm is setting in
And the tide is brewing
To the rage of our lust

Come sin with me
Till we are dripping with dark secrets
With your conscience bloodied
And your lips lying

Come sin with me
To the cry of the wolf
To the dark hour
To the rise of the sun

Come sin with me
To the feel of your pulse
Running wild beneath my thumb
And the marks of my fingers
Like a tattoo on your back

Come sin with me
Crawl the gutters of deception
Because we both know
The break of dawn brings back reality

Come sin with me
Fulfill that dark desire
Behind your batting eyelids
For sweet release

Come sin with me
Till the feel of your release
Is the only memory
You’ll carry with a smile

Come sin with me
With the rage beneath your prude facade
Let go of the pretense
Just for the night

Come sin with me
Because the night is short
And you can carry the secret
Chained to your soul

 
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Posted by on March 5, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

 

Do I Want to Know?

do i

You’ve got some balls
I’ll give you that
Brushing your tits on me
Breathing soft in my ear

You’ve got some guts darling
Rubbing your length on me
Taking my hand in yours
Making my head spin

And then you smile
Like a Cheshire chat
And in some way you are
Because you swallowed me whole

You’ve got some audacity
Smiling at me
With your lips inviting
And your skin begging for my touch

There’s this song
I have it on repeat
When your image decides
To take a rest in my daydreams
It reminds me of your curves

And then you smile
Like a Cheshire cat
And in some way you are
Because you swallowed me whole

Do i wanna know
What you really want
If you feel the same way
If this feeling flows both ways

Because when i’ve had a few
It’s you i want to call
Maybe i’m too busy
To fall for somebody else

 
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Posted by on March 5, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

 

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I Remember

remember

I remember the taste of your lips.

The lingering aftertaste of cigarettes and toothpaste in a failed attempt to mask it. You always promised to quit but never got around to doing it. You always had a silly excuse for not doing it.

I remember the feel of your skin on mine. The warm feeling it send coursing through my blood. The desire it awoke within me. The rush of emotions i felt. The way my legs turned to mush just from the press of your stomach on mine.

I remember your hands. I always remember them. Your hands had a life of their own whenever they came in contact with my skin. Then the lights would shine brighter. Music would sound better. The birds always chirped just right when you lay your hands on me.

I remember your tongue. I get goose bumps at the thought of the trails your tongue left. I blush when I recall the fire your tongue set ablaze with the slow dance down the planes of my belly. Down there.

When you set your lips on my mound, galaxies spun fast. The stars twinkled with a colorful soundtrack. A hurricane spun and twirled with a furious passion only my heartbeat could match. A storm brew at the sea with a rage that only my desire could compare to. The wind howled uprooting trees in its wake.

When you set your mouth on my sex, the world as it is came to a grinding halt. And then you set it ablaze with the slow trails you made. Then a fire that couldn’t be put out got lit by the soft bites you made soothing them with kisses.
Then my moans would spur you on and you’d make love to me with just the rage in your eyes. The look you had then would make a German Shepherd whimper at your feet.

I remember the way you made love. Gently at first. Then with a passion that bordered on rage. My moans always made you wild. And I felt it in your thrusts. I tasted it in your savage kisses. I danced to it in the feel of your caress.
Then my body acquired a mind of its own. My back arched towards you. Strung so tight i could snap into two. My fingers dug so deep into your back. Your name on my lips over and over like a chant from a twisted cult.

When I could hold out no more…. My desire spilt out in crashing waves. Your hands tight on my hips pushing me on. And the look in your eyes always softening. And you’d pat my hair as if to say, good girl.

Yours wasn’t pretty either. You suppressed the sound of my name in a curse. And I held your shaking body in my already spent body.
Then we’d lie there in post-coital bliss.

I still remember.

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2015 in Erotica, Muse, Uncategorized, Writing

 

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