Corseted Curve

Wrap me up in silk and leather

Wrap me slowly as we breathe together

Listen to me gasp in pleasure

Like I found some hidden treasure

While you lace me up real tight

Drinking me up with your sight

Tugging at the tight restraints

Kissing so hard I start to faint

Looking like you need to take a sip

Straight from down my nether lips

I look in the mirror, to see what you see

Looking at a different version of me

The rising and falling

Heaving and sighing

Voluptuous bosoms over-spilling

Over abundant gift so thrilling

Cinched in waist with just the right dip

A handful for a proper grip

Captured curves of rounded hips

The dangle of suspender clips

I watch you try to quench your desire

Just as I preen for you to admire

Imagination fly and minds untie

Mutual understanding greeted with a sigh

Let me be your Venus in curves

Be the price only you deserve

Dangerous Fascinations And Unhealthy Fixations

One of my favourites (edited):

We all want things that we know are bad for us. Everyone has dangerous fascinations and unhealthy fixations. Some of them are a little harder to explain than others, but most of us know how to keep our impulses in check, we use willpower to fight off our darker instincts. Unfortunately, for others willpower just isn't enough. The siren call of one's own obsessions is simply too strong to resist. The thing we used to want becomes a thing we now need. Our obsession becomes our compulsion. Until we realise, pursuing the one thing we want most in life has left us without much of a life at all. But in the end, the compulsions are still there taking us to ecstasy or pushing us over the edge to the brink of death.








*Medium

Fantasy Unfulfilled

Eyes meet across a crowded room

Curiosity piqued, questions asked without words

Compulsion to touch and be touched unrealised

Secret smiles exchanged, needs recognised

Moving closer still, just enough to feel the breath on skin

Not so much that it is noticed by those unaffected

Lips move speaking one thing, eyes saying another

Only the eyes speak the truth

The truth of fantasies waiting to be fulfilled

Fantasies of soft skin against hard surfaces

Of warm hands exploring  hot bodies

Fantasies of arched backs and bended knees

Of being unmasked and boundaries crossed

Where the only restraints are ties that bind with pleasure

Chaffed wrists, nails scratches, bruised lips

Of begging with unintelligible screams

Fantasies of coming together skin slick with sweat

Tenuous link temporarily broken

Attention is called back to the crowded room

When they meet again lips and eyes are in sync

Speaking the same language, saying the same words

Words of goodbye in parting, speaking of promises to come

When satisfaction will replace curiosity

When desires will be brought to life