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Undress me with your eyes,
While I do the same in my mind.
Your breath on my neck,
As your lips brush down to my shoulder.
Chills running down my spine,
While your fingertips graze my skin.
Sweet sighs whispered,
Softly in my ear.
Arousing my body,
Losing sense of all rational thought.
I close my eyes,
And inhale your scent.
Calming my mind,
And slowly giving in.
For its been too long,
And my body's been aching for this.
2/3/2016
The touch of your soft skin gets me breathing deep with lust, as my kiss lays upon heavens mahogany goddess. My mind entranced with visions of your true beauty as the primal urge to caress and press all of my passion against yours, sweat, skin and the smell of *** bringing us closer to one another!
 Feb 2016 Vicky Evans
Pia
Sex & ArT
 Feb 2016 Vicky Evans
Pia
For the human race
The game of *** is an art
One has to learn it
Good *** is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
What if I fed on the stars? I know I'd starve till darkness dawns upon us, consuming the galaxy at first ray of night. I'd hold every hope and dream wished upon, but sorrow would fill up my insides for I would never be able to make any of them come true.
What if.
 Feb 2016 Vicky Evans
Raven
Sunday morning
all is peaceful and quiet
I was drinking coffee
while skimming the morning paper
Listening to the cars
roar in the distance
You came out of the bedroom
yawning, stretching
looking cute with your bed hair
Eyes squinting
Adjusting to the sunlight
You made your way to the kitchen
poured yourself a cup of coffee
and took a seat across from me
We just stared
Studying each other
Not a single word uttered
We sat still in silence
a comfortable one
Few minutes passed
You looked a way
licked your lips then smirked
Often
I daydream about
doing a lot of things to you
I wonder
Are you thinking
the same way I do?
 Feb 2016 Vicky Evans
Steele
His teeth brush her skin and she flinches.
Breathy gasps on shifting eyes
Slide across the icy air, and inches
Of separation mark porcelain lies.

Porcelain teeth mark crimson brands
And whiter still the skin where wedding bands
Rested not long ago
Upon skin that recoils from his perfect hands.
And choices that only she can know.
 Feb 2016 Vicky Evans
serà
Moon
 Feb 2016 Vicky Evans
serà
You remind me of the moon
so beauteous
so bright
yet so far away
I wish I was an artist,
But my tongue is creative enough.
Dancing across your lips,
Creating the image in my head,
Breathing it to life.
Daring me with your eyes,
Your craving just one kiss.
As your lips brush against mine,
Barely close enough to even exist.

Use the gap between your teeth to help you breathe.
Because once your hands touch my body,
You won't remember to come up for air.

With your hands on my waist,
So lost in your embrace.
Our bodies,
Speaking softly together.
Whispering in the dark,
Pulling away,
Only when our lungs are desperate for air.
2/3/2016
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.
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