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Your warm hands caressing my skin,
Your cool breath on my lips,
Our sweat soaked bodies explore each other,
We are connected in so many ways,

Love,
Ideals,
Personalities,
Skin...

I awaken and find a blade by my bed,
I stare at it longingly.
Wishing I had the courage to pick it up again,
Feel it draw the familiar scarlet line,
Bright against my skn,
My skin...
More sensual than anything I've ever felt.
Outside of my dreams of course.

In my dreams I've felt so much more.
Your body and mine.
Together.
Warm,
Hot,
Hotter than flames,
Licking at bare skin.
Beautiful.

The tastes.
The smells.
The sounds.
The way you feel.

I'm just a lonely girl,
Waiting,
Looking,
For love.
Safety,
Someone who actually cares.

I wish for a boy.
Who wont leave me.
Or use me.
Or throw me away.

I want someone who can love me.
For who I really am.
Not who I should be.

I need him.
The one I love.
Not who they think I should love.
Who I should be with.
According to so-called "friends".
The ones who share the glory when I win.
But kick me when I'm down.

Where do I belong?

In my dreams...
Whenever I'm with you,
I don't hear our clothing fall.
nor the change in our breath,
or the neighbors down the hall.

There is no sound in between us
the heat then speaks instead
it dances with us, back and forth
leaving sentences in sweat.

I have never heard hesitance,
or shame when we are close.
I hear nothing but the sweet nothings
that we already know

So to me we lay in silence,
which is strange to all but us
but our true love is deafening
if you listen hard enough.
I am an italicized remark,
your spicy punctuation;
I am your steamy satisfaction,
your permanent vacation.
A unique innuendo,
a read between the lines;
I am a story like no other
as I lick between your thighs.
from Cosmo,
The New Yorker;
A romantic gentleman lover.
A sweet wine you taste-test
and lick around my lips,
I am a kiss you can't resist-
a naked sweat, a seductive bliss.
I am the palm that stings the skin,
a ***** spank than burns within.
I am a moaning, seeping ******
that rumbles with percussion.
I am your emphasized description
although no adjective does justice.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
 Dec 2010 Tricia Trout
Andrea
I look Up at you,
     We're laughing and smiling
and suddenly you lean
                                               Down,
       [and cage me In]
                                My Back
                Against the Wall
You,
Against my Front

                Your hands are everywhere
     Your mouth is keeping me alive

I'm Surrounded

     We're not even inside yet
but I understand the impatience of your hands at my hips.
     by the time we make it to the door,
I've managed to
     leave
                      a
          bread
                   ­            trail
        of
                     clothing
                                            behind
     ­               us
and your mouth has managed to
             find
          a
                        trail
                  ­leading
       lower
                           and
                                       lower
                on
                               my
                                             body
There's a speed bump
    at my collar bone
          so you stop for a moment
At this point my mind,
     refuses to focus,
          all I know is you:
       Your mouth,
                          skin,
                          ­    hair,
                                   hands.
I can't get enough of You.
       You can't get enough of Me.
I feel
      Devoured
You say
      Love
And We
           *Crash
Copyright Andrea Sheppard 2010
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