This is how it goes
your hands will be proxy for mine
my hands will be proxy for yours
your fingers my fingers
and my fingers yours
what I describe, you enact
told in detail so exact

Just to begin
I squeeze your *******
knead and pinch
tweak a ******
give it a tug

Stroke your tummy
work over your thighs
move up the inner
where skin is smooth
circle around, moving in
till soft contours are caressed
through pants that burn
to be removed
that pain you to wear
and I see in my mind
as you describe
the spreading, darkening patch
that fills the gusset

Now they're pulled down
removed quickly, completely
and you are revealed
spread, opened, shameless

Gentle fingertips tease
dance in circles, barely touching
yet the fire within grows
back and forth, round and round
dance the fingertips
as both reciprocate
with growing pace
and firmer touch

I hear you gasp down the line
and your breathing quickens
as you hear mine
as your excitement fuels mine
as mine fuels yours
in our feedback loop of lust

And I tell you how
my fingertip would give way
to tonguetip if I could
that I can taste you
in my imagination
fragrant, salty sweetness
with musky undertones
the tip of my tongue now circling
then flicking back and forth
beating out the rhythm
that you best harmonise with
bringing forth your moans

Then darting down, back
between wet, glistening folds
exploring each ridge and valley
working remorselessly

Breathing faster now
with animal grunts and moans
directions of pleasure gasped
breathless down the phone

As fingers again
take the lead
find the opening
slip readily within
probe, explore, ****
find that place
on your front wall
yes, just that spot
that's a little rougher
and feels sooo goood

Add a second finger
working and *******
licking and rubbing
moaning and gasping
barely intelligible now
...yess...more...yess...ohhh
are all that have meaning

Finger three joins one and two
then the pressure builds
demanding release
and shaking and thrusting
grows to shuddering
and...yes...yesss...sooo clooose

******* faster furiously
till we both explode
hearing each other's
voicing of our ecstasy
in language intelligible
only in this one context

Brains and voices return
as we bask in the afterglow
and what passes between us then
in those moments
is the deepest intimacy of all

Cynthia Pauline Jones 01/02/2014

I thought you were my angel
maybe I was yours instead
you needed some distraction
having recently been wed

I thought you were my angel
perhaps you really were
yet it was just a temporary job
just me that wanted more

I thought you were my angel
it seems that wasn't you
your true vocation's as my muse
I guess that will have to do

Cynthia Pauline Jones, 6/10/13

Not worth a valentine
roses, chocs or fizzy wine
yet again one goes out
and none, not one, come back

I thought that this year
would bring an end to fear
things set up to be different
yet one by one new barriers rise

Things are rarely what they seem
the old tale of shattered dreams
so much promise starting out
but everything turns to dust

Cynthia Pauline Jones 14/2/14

I can be a sadist
I can be a ****
I enjoy a bit of pain
I'm often filled with lust

I want to be the Top
and to be topped too
I'd love to tie you up
or to be tied by you

Push the right button
and I'll be your subby
or grant to me control
I may lock you in the cubby

Stick me full of needles
or I'll put some in you
zap me with electricity
I may pass the current through

Whip me, flog me, spank me
I too can you impact
I'm happy to do whatever
and that's a ***** fact

I can be anything for anyone
pretty much more or less
it all depends on circumstance
and on what you confess

So let's stop prevaricating
and get on with the fun
let me know where and when
and which way round you run

Cynthia Pauline Jones 25/10/13

Sometimes I think
we dance
through time
you and I
around and around
one another
sometimes together
sometimes apart
always entwined
one way or another

But this time
something got missed
we fell out of synch
you found another
this time around
you're her's
but there will again
come a time
when you'll be mine

Other times I think
that we have
just the once
that there never were
those times before
that we won't have
a next time around
that we missed
our only chance
yet still something
feels so right

So why does
this invisible thread
connect us still
why do I feel
it extending
onward and back
from the beginning
to the end
of all time?

Cynthia Pauline Jones 3/10/13

I want someone
to be my friend
or maybe more
it all depends

If there's a spark
that lights both our flames
it could be fun
if not, no blame

Just to be held
can be such bliss
to hold in return
perhaps share a kiss

Should things progress
yet further still
please bear in mind
I mean no ill

If I put my trust in you
and you put yours in me
we could get more entendre
by doubling it you see!

Cynthia Pauline Jones 4/10/13

Diving into the darkness
surfing through the void
life without a safety net
no parachute, no ripcord

Letting go of everything
no limits, no taboos
just merging of identities
no more me's or you's

Following the dynamic
breaking all the rules
learning to transcend
what makes humans fools

Pain and degradation
is my path, my destiny
I might lead or follow you
until we are both free

So take my hand
we'll make that leap
we'll cross the line
there's no return, but that's fine

Cynthia Pauline Jones 15/02/2014