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Cné Jan 2018
~
Him
sits in an arm chair
slouched and relaxed,
watching her
with a glass of whiskey
in his hand

~
Her
lays on the bed
naked, long legs spread
watching him
watching her.
~
Him
asks her to do
what he had
been dreaming of
even before seeing her naked.
Beautiful scenery

~
Her
strokes light and feathery, at first
delicate fingers tracing
up and down
while the other hand
on her breast
tipping her nip
~
Him
mesmerized by the show
he takes a sip of whiskey
the burn does not compare to
the burn growing in his pants

~
Her
dips a finger inside,
spreading the glistening liquid
found across her inner lips
increasing the pressure
and moving from side to side
~
Him
doesn’t know where to look
as she concentrates
on her ******,
pulling at the tip
she gnaws her bottom lip
he settles on her eyes

~
Her
picks up speed,
the circles of her fingers
smaller and smaller,
focusing on her pearl
shallow breaths growing rapid
as she nears her peak
~
Him
slips out of his shirt
he starts to sweat
unbuckling his pants
to release
the growing pressure

~
Her
tilts her hips
finding the optimal position
to intensify her pleasure
~
Him
holds his breath
to hear the
gasping of her breath

~
Her
eyes on him, longingly,
back arches,
head falls back
and lips part
“Oh God”
in heavy breath
~
Him
“Amazing”
whispers unsure he said it aloud

~
Happy **** Day
Maria Polina Jan 2018
She remembers his touch,
His desire to
Please.
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Not for the sake of reward,
Just out of love
Love.
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She yearns to feel
Him
Firmer, Fiercer.
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She squirms
Beneath his
Grip.
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“You don’t look
Like
you want me to stop.”
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A flutter; a
Gasp.
Enough.
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Release before –
She
Can’t let go.
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Why do we crave?
Emma Dec 2017
What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I am supposed to see a woman, with her head held high and shoulders back.
An object, something to admire.
Someone who has appeal, but is not too enticing or distracting.
Someone who enjoys quiet things, never yells or gets angry, and who is polite.
Who likes soft colors and never gets in the way.

****. That.

I see a beast that with pride in her step, and roars at people who confront her.
Her eyes are black slits riddled with challenge, and stares into the minds of those that are confused by her.
Her fur is not well kept out of spite or laziness, and flows in all different directions.
The bright colors shriek, "I am here. I will be seen."
Her claws are ready to protect herself from predators, who seek to destroy the mindset she is in.
  
The beast never slinks around or avoids being seen.
When she walks, she makes sure every step counts and strides forwards with confidence.
Fierce. Intimidating. Loud.

I am a woman. My roar makes the earth tremble in terror.
strength is key
Ash Seville Nov 2017
my lover,
let us own the night.
the candles, our witnesses
the velvet sheets, our jury.
play the murderer for
i yearn to be
your victim.
commit your crime
and free yourself from
your prison.
let time be in sync with our movement;
let lust be named love
Cné Nov 2017
You approach me
i feel that look of
Justice in Your eyes
though blind by Your tie
around my sullen eyes
i’m tethered to the bed
splay for Your display
“i’ve been naughty, i know,”
i say, lowering my head
and though You know
how sensitive i am
i must be taught firmly
i feel Your grasp
around my throat
i shiver at Your touch
of glowing hands
scalding hot
You release
moving slowly
down my curves
i feel every hesitation
with pain and pleasure
anticipation
my moans just a whisper
as Your fingers
twist my *******
lingering for a moment
before Your wet lips
kiss my stinging nip
i feel my wetness
in an instant
i wonder at Your pleasure
You pour hot oil
upon my tender flesh
i cringe, at first
and then melt
‘neath Your caress
pain and pleasure
“time to turn you over
naughty girl”

flip and belly flop
arms stretched high and wide
ankles spread secure
to the corners below
Your tongue a whisper
a wondrous tone
a trace at the crevices
down below
i feel Your tenderness
though i know
where this will go
Your hand dipped
in the caldron
of my *******
i sense your hand
raise to the heavens
i am stubborn
a lesson to learn
i refuse to brace
feeling the full
wake embedded
on my cheek
imprinting Your sting
so i don’t forget
forever seared ...
as I awake from a dream,
sweaty and breathless, wet
a fantasy so vivid
I couldn't close my eyes
without hearing his voice
It frightened me,
enraptured,
obsessed with a world
I had only glimpsed
in my dreams
Submissission just for fun and pleasure.
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