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Desire, Sex and Cigarettes

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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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Fantasy

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I can feel your eyes

Drilling a hole at the back of my head

My skin is flush

From the desire you awaken

 

I can feel your eyes

Caressing my curves

Turning me upside down

Spilling my emotions on the sidewalk

 

I can feel your breathe

Raising the hairs on my body

Making my blood rush all over

Getting my knees weak

 

I can sense your intentions

Wrapping themselves on my breasts

And my nipples are hardened

With a raw yearning and naked want

 

My imagination is a mess

At the hint of your scent

Driving me over the edge

As fantasy collides with reality

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2017 in Poetry, Uncategorized, Women

 

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Badge of Honor

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She wears her scars like a badge of honor

From the heartbreaks and the disappointments

From the lies and the slanders

From her friends and family

 

She holds her head high

Strutting around in her  heels

With the glances and the sighs

Forming a part of the music her hips sway to

 

She wears her scars like a tattoo

Her eyes batting off the tears

Her heart beating with a flutter

With self-doubt and a stubborn will

 

She puts on a show for the world

But over time

She has convinced herself

That this is who she is

That the world is her oyster after all

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2017 in Uncategorized, Women, Writing

 

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