His Pleasure

His Pleasure

In the middle of the night, the city is asleep. Except for the few that prefer to slumber during the light of day. Light from a full silver moon, softly illuminating his room. 

He relaxes upon his bent arm, as he watches her rest so peacefully. Noticing her semi erect nipples rise and fall with each breath she takes. He can't help, but to touch her. His fingers grazing upon her skin and she feels like silk. His fingers trailing from the apple of her cheek, down to where the center of her love resides. She doesn't awaken to his gentle touch. A slight smile begins to form on her face, as if she's having the most pleasant dream. He leans in closer to kiss her shoulder and continues till he reaches the ripened blackberries on her chocolate mounds. 

Her smile turns into soft moans, awakening to find his thick fingers massaging her special gift. Her growing arousal, causing her thighs to open like a blooming flower greeting the sun. His fingers dipping and stirring her honey. Soft moans turn into ragged breaths. Her back arching at the simultaneous, stimulation of his warm tongue flicking at her nipple and his fingers sliding in and out. Her ragged breaths turn into calling out his name. He loved the sound of his moniker, when she screamed it out in ecstasy. Her pleasure was his own. 

In her afterglow, no words were spoken. Their energies communicated far more efficiently than any words could properly express. She felt more free in his arms, than she ever felt on her own. 

Dirty Wings

Dirty Wings

Normally demure, yet always in control. She carried herself as a genteel lady. However, that was simply one side of herself. The side she allowed the world to lay eyes upon. Deep inside thrived a beast, rarely fed. It's hunger growing with each rising of a new moon.

The wanting, the needing to be dominated. An even grander need to find the one who harbored no judgment, yet shared her kink. Would she find her kindred soul, seeking to satisfy a shared appetite? The Yang to her sexual Yin.

Her desire to be bounded and used to fulfill his deviant, fantasies. Increasing the pulsation in her most intimate places. The desire to relinquish control in order to be controlled, so intoxicating.

The demure, genteel lady with a dark side. An angel flying with dirty wings.

Lovestruck

Lovestruck 

The essence of you is wildly intoxicating. Just to be near you is euphoric. You are everything I dreamt of, since I could compile my fantasy. It was as if the Gods heard my prayers and made you, especially for me. How perfect to find the one who ignites your soul, like never before. A best friend and the love of my life, wrapped into one lovely package. To keep a smile on your face, has become so very important to my heart. There isn't a day, a minute or second, that thoughts of you fail to cross my mind. My biggest wish is that one day, you'd see me in the same light.

Caged

Caged 

I can't escape the screaming in my head. I'm being split in two. Left, right, up down. What the fuck do I do? 

Feeling trapped like a hamster in a cage. Yet the cage offers comfort of familiarity. Perhaps it's the what the comfort represents that eating away the joy inside of me.

I've been here far too long, I feel pieces of me dying. I long for a major change, but the fear of failure is paralyzing. 

Do I continue on the path I'm on, knowing what the future holds? Or do I jump into the abyss and possibly resurrect my soul? 

Fork in The Road

Fork in The Road 

Darkness dancing inside, like a whirling dervish leaving filthy footprints. Or perhaps it's confusion, clouding my mind. Leaving me to feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. Terrified to find what awaits me at the bottom. My mind being stretched and shrunk, much like my soul. I've grown so weary, but I've got to make some moves. Happiness playing hide n' seek, waiting for me to find it. Or is it I that happiness seeks? Deciding which road to travel, was much simpler when there's more sand in the hourglass. 

My Loud Mind

My Loud Mind 

So many thoughts fighting for optimal position. All desperately wanting my attention, like a woman craves the man she loves. Which will finally gain my focus? Hard to say, when one has monopolized my thoughts for such a long time. Sleep eluding me, like a criminal on the Most Wanted list. Taking my appetite as a hostage. Fighting to focus on something, anything else quickly sapping my energy. Trying to mask the perfect storm building inside and it's rapidly becoming too much to handle. Making me far too lethargic for anything else. So I lay here, unable to quiet my mind. My thoughts taking turns assaulting me.

My Addiction

My Addiction

My addiction came in so unexpectedly. Knocking me off my feet, causing me to lose my bearings. Blowing through my defenses like a gentle breeze, so calm and lovely. Me beginning to remember what was wanted, but never felt I needed. 

Coming face to face with a dream, dreamt so long ago. The way his intelligence aroused me, to no end. So intoxicating! Finding myself looking forward to my fix of hearing the sweet sound of his voice. Imagining forever having his arms wrapped around me, like the wings of a dark angel. Thoughts of everything about him seeping into every corner of my mind. 

My wanting turned into needing with no warning. I ventured beyond falling in love. He became my addiction, from which I don't want to be saved.