*** Contains erotic imagery. Perhaps skip this if that offends. This harkens to the Lustful Empress of yesteryear…. ***
To teeny tiny toe
Time twists and slithers
Down the sides and surfaces
Of privately possessed
Minutes and seconds
And sweetly salacious hours
As fingers dance
And body sings
Deconstructing the bones
Of an arching frame
In a moment of death
Steeped in moonheld moans
*** Spring makes me slightly more MORE… sometimes. ***
*** And it is reuniting me with my love of lingerie. All women (and men… and whoever else… yolo) should get some… and wear it every day… under your regular clothes… hehe…. ❤🌷 ***
Up in flames
My cat-tongued sandpaper heart
With lickings, lappings and lullings —
I’ll never forget
How he husked my top from my body
And lay me down to languish
In the throes
Of something ineffable.
The length of me
As if I were a wide open prairie
As the gloaming lifts
At the break of day.
I felt a shiver in my teeth
And in my bones
And in my every hair follicle
But it started in a place
Where his fingers had disappeared
And I spat unspeakable words
Into the grass.
I broke the lavender-scented water skin
With curled toes
And submerged my lust-stained body into the tub.
When I felt those familiar tongues of slippery fire
A hidden space in me
Where lie all the secrets I never knew I had,
Without meaning to,
I gave the water her competition
For who is actually
Take your lust-laced musings for a walk
Amid my swelling mounds of Venus,
And feel the mighty surge of the Aphroditic tides
Squalling forth from the twilight
Trapped between my quaking shuddering limbs.
Let my Aeolian murmurs dance upon the top of your head
And your shoulders
As your moans get tangled in fractaled folds
Of my glistening moon-steeped love
I feel your whispers between my legs,
Against the gauzy material hiding my pulsating jewel,
Against the outer curves of my quivering thighs,
All along the flaring lines of my gyrating hips.
I feel your whispers there,
And your saliva
Pooling at the dip of my waist
And the mouth of my pussy.
Pull the lace away from my dripping cavern,
And lick me until you’ve made me
Before your adoring eyes
And gaping mouth.
As I absent-mindedly bite through the rind of a cucumber slice
To the crisp watery flesh beneath,
I can’t help but think of the time I bit your ear
And made you bleed.
The taste of your blood was like manna from heaven.
The moment I tasted it,
I knew I had been craving it for eons.
***Inspired by… eating a cucumber… for real. Haha!***
As I lie patiently in wait,
For happenings unknown
But sensed in every cell of my body,
Secret hidden parts contract and expand,
Like a star finally given over to its inevitable death.
The air is thick with violent evolution
And feels like a soaked wool blanket
Covering my still body,
Which writhes and pulsates beneath my confining spacesuit of skin.
I cannot bring myself to move,
For unseen parts are shifting and evolving,
Exploding like blinding supernovas
Within my every molecule.
The heat and force of the remnant pulsar
Beats like a drum
Between my quaking legs,
And I am powerless to stop the double beams of electomagnetic radiation
Blasting out from my core
And into empty space through my root and crown.
Walk your fingers down the length of my body
And let them tell me just how much you miss
The soft curve of my waist
And the way my flesh gives
Beneath the strength of your
Press your ear to my lips
And let me tell you all the ways
That I want to come undone
For there are countless many.
I want to see you drip and drool,
And salivate diamonds
Into my heaven-laced pussy.
Put your face between my thighs
And let me bring you to your
Know that your place
Is where my waves ebb and flow
And the sea meets the moon-greedy sky.
I still feel your heated and hushed words against my dew-licked skin.
Flame-scorched whisperings that blow cold the burning beads of sweat curling down the dreamscape of my body,
Sending chills up and down my spine,
And right into the living marrow of my ghostwhite bones.
There is no place for a mind in times like this,
No place for thought,
No place for doubt,
Or for time;
We exist on a timeless, senseless plane,
And I am content to abandon the density of this earth for the Light
Of a higher realm.
I lost my head the moment you opened your mouth upon me,
And fed your utterings and divine growlings into my soul.
Pluck my strings
And transform me into your instrument of longing.
Play me like your fiddle,
And make me reel and tremble as you conjure music with my moans.
Compose me like a salacious symphony,
Edge me towards a frenzied crescendo
Of cacophonous exclamation,
And pluck me until I deconstruct
Into single notes of pure tone and spent ecstacy.
Rip me apart
Tear it all off and away
Shatter and deconstruct me
Until I am a heaving collection
Of bones, groans and seeping mystery.
I want to take you into the well of my mouth
And make you dissolve
Into a thrusting puddle of quivers
And barely-silenced moans.
Happy Slutty-Sunday! I’m starting a new thing… lol
Recline next to me
And forget what day it is
For a fleeting moment
Until I am overflowing
Pouring over the edge
Rushing like ravenous melt water
Through caverns and crevices not able to subdue
The Flow of Us
Dip your fingers in my honey pot,
And you will see how sun-ensouled nectar drips from your digits like a viscous melody.
You will see my undulations beckon you to a second helping
Of unhinged longing and glee,
Long held captive by gates of goose-pimpled flesh and opaque black fibre.
I scribbled this masturbatory poem almost 2 years ago and nearly forgot about it. I doctored it a bit as time away from one’s own written word demands revision. I am sure I could have been figurative in my approach… but I am not feeling particularly subtle or figurative today.
Without further ado….
The bed below my ass gives every time I roll my hips down into it.
My glistening nodule, buried beneath fluttering folds of juicy wet flesh, tingles with every thrust upward.
My fingers quiver with want as they claw my inner thighs, leaving wanton red scrapes, almost breaking the skin.
My index and middle fingers form an inverted ‘V’ over my vulva, pinching and releasing my outer lips until my clitoris swells and hardens.
Fingers circling that sweet pearl of ecstacy like bees around the honey pot.
It will only take minutes at this point until I wholly unravel, burst into flames and leave this confining dimension for a few fleeting moments of breathless eternity.