No Tease Tonight

I’m too tired to tease
What I need is
To be on my knees
For I am so ready to please

Ready to kiss my way
Up from her knees,
To her hairless pink lips
Glistening with her need.

Her little bud protruding
Just begging to be ******
She’s just what I need
She’s so ready to be ******.

My lips circle her bud,
My tongue dances on the tip,
Her hands in my hair;
Keeping my fire to her wick.

He fire is raging
Growing strong and brighter
With each ******* kiss…
With each probing lick…

She cries out, I need you too,
And I spin myself around
Never loosing contact;
With her jerking mound.

I lower my hips, to
Her waiting lips and tongue
I cry out against her
As they make contact as one.

Two women needing to ****
Two women needing to please
Both getting ******,
And I’m still on my knees.

©May 16, 2014
D. D.
Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

I told God,
"Write a poem please."
he looked down,
pointed at me.
"I already did."

Can I touch you boy?
Right through this sheet?
Can you feel me?
My love and my heat?
Can you tell me please?
Do I even cross your mind?
And have you ever struck in rewind?
Do you even miss me?
Or is it all about the illusions I make?
Do you even remember the places
we thought we stake?
Will you boy?
Will you please understand?
That my love is so **** pure
It is not just a feeling, it is wide as universe
Of this I assure!
Can you even imagine the feel
cause now I want to reveal
You transformed my life into a holy shrine
It is like being in cloud nine
I don't know what you really think about me
Or do you even think about me?
All I hope is you to see
That I am right here waiting for you
And I'll always do
I'll always do.

If you say I love you, you're signing a contract
A document that you acknowledge the sharp pains that keep you from sleeping won't cease.

You're forfeiting the feeling of being loved in order to show someone love.

You're saying: "I know this will happen again and it is worth it."

I'm sorry for all the years of
misinterpreted body language.
Please excuse my hopeless
ideology of unrequited love
that I draped over you like
a tattered blanket.

Like a veil, a cloak
so bright and so romantic
I forgot you were underneath it.
I do not have permission
to get to know you.
There is no room in your life
for anyone else. You have
it all. Where did I
go wrong? Sitting alone in the
one bedroom apartment of my mind.
Staring at strangers.
Gawking at ghosts. Creating an
entire lifetime narrative
for someone who I'll
never know.

I will repress your rejection
I'll erase it from my work
of fiction.
Your picture will hang
on my lonely white wall
next to the other princes and
kings, all chivalrous, all beautiful
illusions who loved me.

I've grown far too old for this body
and dragging these bones feels like a constant battle

I tire of the Venice Beach lifestyle
all the ******* romances,
those hot sandy beaches
and one night stands,
strange sunburnt embraces
and sideways glances,

won't you take me to Paris?
where the skies bleed in colours
with its cobbled streets,
cafés and nicotine tainted prophets
where the dreamers dream deeper
and the kisses are sweeter.

I can't sleep- and I'd like to think you are still up too.
But I know you aren't.
You are curled up in bed with the smell of her perfume
acting like a lullaby.
I'm not saying I miss you-
that would be silly.
I'm the one that ended things.
I'm not sure I ever really missed you
Just the feelings I once had-
you reminded me that I could in fact love someone.
Looking for those feelings is what keeps me up at night.
I know you are asleep because you have found those feelings
with her.

I want to write my memory all over your body.
With kisses born of love and longing,
Passion fostered from your embrace.
I want to fit my body to yours and hold you,
Breathe in as you breathe out.
Leave you with images of me content in your arms.
Wrap your arms around my name,
Write your love across my heart.
I am yours to hold through the night.
I want to imprint myself on you.