and so we dress like the wind and
speak like the rain.

as much as I have to say
I never know what to say
or where to begin.
or where to end

sometimes I find it easier to
start in the middle and see
where it leads me.

Sometimes, I just bite my
tongue and hope that
everything comes out
alright, alright.

I  miss you calling my name, while I'm right there - pulling your hair.
Getting you all hot and tired and messy.
tears in those eyes, as temperatures rise.
Make-up all over my neck, pillows, and flesh.
What started with a peck,
turned to nibbling on your neck,
Then bit your ear,
Pulled you near,
Now you are running out of breathe.
Teasing me,
This is what punish meant.
Dripping wet.
Clothes on the floor,
Bed sheets soaked in wet.
You whispered, "Hurt me!"
Said it so silently,
but so sexually.
Guess
you
were
testing
me.

You know what I  like; a fight.
Nice touch; and you love to bite.
We love the rush; you struggle
no match for my might.
Your tiny frame, twisted right.
Bending to my will.
Passion and skill,
screaming in pleasure-- you will.
Getting our fill, this little kink--
Heightens your delight.
Your body so petite, **** and tight.
squirmed your way to sweet surrender.
Gripping tight; it's now or never.
My weight pressed you to the bed,
Face down, pillowcase bracing your head.
Your *** up,
looking back at me,
just like I said.
My commands,
So stern -- you wet the bed.

Reaching down, I watched as your lips
Slowly they spread.
“command me!” is what they said.

Touching you in a way
That makes you look a way,
And say,
Naughty things, good girls
Like you,
Shouldn't say.
Me touching you in a way,
Making you,
Feel a certain type of way.
Foreplay,
We've been playing all day.
Obey,
Its better that way.
Our touch,
can touch,
the both of us both,
in a selfish way.

The taste buds on my tongue touches her skin and tastes her flesh
Every inch of her body succumbs to its strokes and its flicks
I paint a picture that cant be seen only felt
By her
First I outline her frame sending chills down her middle
I then run my tongue  along her spine  from the top of her *** to the tip of her ear; I linger breathing heavily onto her neck
Her legs begin to shake
My body thrusts against hers, her fingers wrestles in search of mine
Our lips lock
I flip her over; face to face
Eyes seeking, souls reached
But my painting is not yet complete
I trace her ******* with the tip creating perfect circles around her *******
Spell my name on her stomach as I lick my way down
Her back arches
My fingers pinch at  her nips as my tongue clashes with her ****
She moans
My tongue dips inside gathering more of her paint to finish my masterpiece
Then as her toes curl and nails dig in my back, it spills all over me
Her wetness drips down my lips and lingers on my chin
She's left  speechless, gasping for air
She pulls me up and kisses me
We lay intertwined, two souls one body
A perfect canvas of our love

In truth
I'm happy
But I used to be
Quite broken
Hence the poems
And the heartache
And the sadness
And the hurt
Of course
Now I realize
If I press enter
At the right time
It can be considered
Art.

O babe,
there you go again,
holding yourself like that,
up in the air,
fishnets & lace,
hiding your face in the pillow,
your gorgeous hair
sprawled all around,
& making sweet sounds,
as I temper
my sword.