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Stacy Mills Dec 2015
I have you  *******. As I fasten the wrist straps I kiss your palm, trailing them down your arm, to your shoulder, and on to your neck. Where i linger and nibble maybe just a bite too hard. I take your lobe between my teeth gently n let it slide away. smack! The whip bites your chest! Followed my hands reaching to caress the welts. Again followed by my lips Lavishing kisses n nibbles along your chest, lingering on the ******* to flick with my tongue. And down to your **** stomach. Crack! Another whip bites into your thigh. Again followed by my hands and sweet kisses. I place a hand on both your hips and trail my tongue the entire length of your shaft. Then along the sac line, as i reach around and lift you, down your ***. Taking both ***** into my mouth I massage them with my tongue. Slowly swallow the entirety of your ****. My mouth now resting at the base and circumference, I  swallow a few times to let my throat do the massaging. Then back to the head, with my lips, Where I flick my tongue over the v and take you in and out of my mouth simultaneously, Until your just about to explode. Then I use my hands to finish you as I like to watch the eruption. And finally climb on top and finish myself. falling beside you gleaming with sweat and heavy breathed we slip into a deep restful sleep.
I'm not sure this allowed on here but I wrote it and wanted to share.
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
The more growing that happens the more mature my love becomes.  Your love. I need to be a protector,  a protector for the love that you manifest into being. That which we are.
Time and the Ego are my only distractions. To say otherwise would be a "waste of time"  I miss You.
All of our moments together seem like dreams, dreams that come together and make a love story. One that is bright and true. Weird right? Good weird. The best. I'm grateful for our experiences together!
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
Time has torn us in different directions but when its right the wind will blow us back together and then well be the glue that will hold us together for all eternity we just have to grow first!
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
As I've walked this earth throughout the expanse of my existence, i have seen such beauty that has awed and bewildered my senses completely.
Then I met you!
I look back at those things i thought magnanimous; and they dull in comparison. The sheer epicness that your magnificent individual presents exudes; it astounds me. And no matter the lengths I go to try to put to  put to words the wondrous excitement that envelopes me when you r within view, I will never  be able to describe it fully enough in any world. There are no words that will ever come close.
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
Sitting  alone on the darkest of the nights
No stars are seen to make it bright
You feel a presence behind your back
Turn around but see no track
Standing up you start to pace
A cold wind blows across your face
Walking back and forth you fall
Come to find out your alone after all
This was the very first poem I wrote. I was 16.
Stacy Mills Dec 2015
what do you want me to say, what do you want me to do to prove to you that I'm sorry. I never ment to hurt you. it was the farthest thing from my mind, but I did, and I hate my self so much. I don't wish myself death. I want to wreathe in my hurt knowing I can't fix this **** up and your suffering for it. I want to peal all my flesh away and show you how much it hurts me for having been the source of all this anguish. I don't know how to deal with any of this.
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