Senses Of You

I don’t let them look into my eyes

They don’t see me like you do

The light behind the dark

See my soul catch fire

I don’t let their words seduce me

They don’t sound like you do

Sounds melting me from hard ice to hot liquid

Heating up from embers to volcano

I don’t savour their many flavours

They don’t taste like you

Exquisite sweetness of life

Trying to satisfy the insatiable

I don’t let their touch linger

They don’t feel like you do

Caress sending chills across my skin

Touch that calms and excites me  

I don’t let them in my bed

They don’t smell like you do

The Waking Hour*

I wake up and my first thought is, “yeah, I overslept again”.  I may have been a little too friendly with the snooze button this morning.

My next thought is, “Coffee!” which excites me for a second, then I remember I’m supposed to be off the brown nectar at the moment; healthier body, healthier mind...all that malarkey. This is not a good week to be without my favourite vices, my usual calm is being threatened from all sides.

I lay back down as green tea does not feel me with much excitement, and think about those things that I try to dwell on only at late nights and early mornings, before letting the day consume me. Lately though those thoughts have been spilling into the day, affecting things I’d rather it didn’t, no longer contained. I don’t like that; things should stay in their boxes.

I say my morning greetings to my whatsapp and online family, some people I would never have thought I’d be as close to as I am, but I’m learning bonds can come from the most random, surprising places, when you least expect it. Now I just embrace and relish in it.

My phone shows me the missed call from Nigeria, “why do they call so early?” I think.  I sigh in relief it’s not Mum but I’m reminded that there is an important decision to be made. I’ve been stalling, hoping the Universe takes control but I think she’s handed me the reins on this one.

I think about the day’s plan, trying to decide on things. We finally have good weather and I should take advantage. Living at home and working from home can get a little claustrophobic. Being outside allows some air, some breathing space, freedom for my thoughts and letting it wonder away from me. Besides my sister has been dropping some major hints about peppersoup which means there is shopping to be done.

I leave the comfort of my bed reluctantly; decide a little extra joy is needed as I fill the kettle. A sigh of pleasure escapes my lips as I take a sip, I’ll get back to my healthy body and mind tomorrow.

*written for the 3six5 Nigeria project @ http://the3six5ng.wordpress.com/

Let's Play

Let’s play a game

We’ll start off slow

Just in case you need to take a breath

Let’s breathe together

Touching each other gently, softly

Let me hold the back of your head

Let me kiss you slowly

Pull me closer on to you

Set my body on fire

Tease me and open me up

Make me need you inside

Let me take you in deep

Let me clench around you

Feel the tightness, the pleasure

Let me ride, pushing back on you

Let’s increase the pace

Let’s lose control

So come play with me

And whoever dies the little death first...

Loses

Mother Forever

I see a picture and the tears form
See the thinness of her skin, the frailty of her bones
This lady who has such a lonely face, but there's still fire in her eyes
The beauty comes through when she smiles
My mother, my protector, my strength in every given day
Her strength may be weakening, her mind not entirely her own
She may not recognise all of me but I hear excitement when she hears my voice
I imagine her face lighting up as she makes sure I am ok
I see her deepest within, her hope for betterness and better things for her children
Her faith is still alive...it's still there
And as long as she has that, my strength remains

On My Knees

On my knees is where I wait for you
The air heavy with anticipation
As I wait to worship at your phallus

On my knees is where you find me
Callused hands caress my neck
Hair pulled back roughly at your mercy

On my knees is where you take me
Opening my lips up wide to feed me slow
Then more insistently to take you all the way in

On my knees is where I give control
Letting you push as hard as you like
Letting you pull as gently as you want

On my knees is where I take you deep
Swallow you whole as you come inside
Hold you close as you get back to me slowly

On my knees is where you love me
There is power when I'm on my knees

It Started With Her Legs.....

I first hear the sound of her high heels, walking with that confidence, the clicking making one of the sexiest sounds a beautiful woman can make

As she walks towards me I am taken with her legs, beautiful long legs I'd imagine wrapped around mine. Or better yet, over my shoulders as I appreciate her

She comes and sits beside me, her skirt riding up a little, showing a bit more skin and I am drawn to the shadow between her thighs as she crosses them

I see myself smiling and telling her she is beautiful; see her looking at me quizzically before smiling back

I see me caressing her legs, slowing up & down from her feet to her thighs. See myself opening her up to view the uniqueness that is her and her alone

I will watch her luscious lips as they come out to greet me.  Watch them quiver as I pet and stroke, all the while talking to them, telling them how beautiful they are

I see myself gently pulling them apart to look at her inner lips, licking them a little, spreading the top searching for that button

I’ll approach it slowly, travelling first to the tender spot that is her inner thighs. I will kiss it, lick it with the tip of my tongue, moving closer to her lips and then float away

I will want her to wait in anticipation. I will lick the crease of her thighs, make my way down slowly, nuzzle my face into her brush my lips against her center

I will feel her moving underneath me straining to get a little bit more of me then I’ll put my lips right on top of her clit kissing her gently, then harder

I will gently spread her legs and my tongue will separate her lips running in between layers of plump flesh as I feast on her

I will pull her lips apart and will flick my tongue against her clit quickly, feeling her legs shake I will start to suck gently, then a little harder

I will heed her instructions not to stop and suck harder still. I will slip a finger between her lips, first one and then another

I will speed up when she wants to go faster, slow down when her body tells me to, follow the direction as her body orchestrates

I will feel her body beginning to tremble in pleasure then tensing, I will suck harder then, hanging in there till it’s over, my tongue licking her lips gently now  

I see myself talking to her, stroking her, letting her come all the way down from her high gently  

I snap out of my reverie as she comes and sits beside me with her long beautiful legs, her skirt riding up a little, showing a bit more skin, I lift my eyes up and look at her smiling into those warm brown eyes and I hear myself say, “Hi.............

Think About Me

As I lay in the dark, with the world finally slowing down

Allowing myself to finally take a breath

I have to wonder, do you think about me

Like I think about you

As I close my eyes, letting memories pass

Letting nostalgia wash over me

I have to wonder, do you think about me

Like I think about you

As I remember your voice, whispering in my ear

Telling me I am your weakness

I have to wonder, do you think about me

Like I think about you

As I recollect every caress, your hands on my skin

Of you pulling me closer into you

I have to wonder, do you think about me

Like I think about you

As I recall every gasp for air, to replace what you took

Getting lost in the taste of your kiss

I have to wonder, do you think about me

Like I think about you

As I open my eyes, with my hands between my thighs

Trying to fill the void that you left behind

I have to wonder, do you think about me

Like I think about you