It Wasn’t You

I shut my eyes.  Tight.  It wasn’t you.

As his hand slid over my  breast, and he moaned, it wasn’t you.

His hand slid over my belly, dipped down into my valley, my eyes just got tighter and I turned my head, willing his eager face out of my mind.

He moved on top and his head buried deep in my neck, his mouth breathing hot air, his tongue darting in and out and I groaned.  Where are you?

Why aren’t you here?  Why aren’t you him?  Why isn’t he you?

He entered me and my body gave in to the pleasure, gave in to my weakness and I begged my body to respond quick, begged my body to hurry up and get mine.

And within minutes, as he moved against me, grinding on me, filling me completely, my body released, pushing against him for that extra inch that would give me that extra mile.

And still my eyes remained closed.  Wide shut.  Your pretty face in my head, looking deep into my eyes, that smile spreading on your face, asking for my want, asking for my need, asking for me to give myself, your voice in my ear, your scent on my pillow, your touch on my skin.

But you weren’t here.  

Because it wasn’t you.

No Words…

No Words…

I don’t want to make my bed.

I don’t want to mess up the memories of my late night and my early morning with…

Him.  

I want the rumpled up bed to remain like this, the print of his head on my pillow, the duvet tossed carelessly aside to enable him to move…

On top of me.

When his lips captured mine, all the questions didn’t matter.  My why’s and when’s and how come’s were answered as soon as his tongue touched mine.

Nothing mattered.

His voice, his face, his eyes, his smile.

That smile.

And then he looked down at me as he entered me, his eyes watching mine, his mouth reaching and I could sense the struggle between kissing me and watching me and kissing won because kissing me was what he was meant to do.

His strokes were in tempo with my heart, his moans in sync with my breath, and I laid still, capturing the moment in my memory so I could think about it now, write about it now, remember the details now.

He spoke my words, my thoughts, my feelings..

Do you know how good you feel?

And…

I want to stay inside you like this forever.

And I smiled because I know.

I know. 

I knew then that I wanted him inside forever.

But then the waves started to threaten and I could feel him, and he moved, ever so rhythmically, pounding yet caressing, pushing yet touching, fucking yet…

Loving.

So loving and maddening and frustrating and…

You’re amazing.  

Perfectly in tune with what my body was telling him, listening to how my body moved, yet, still I laid, capturing, remembering, thinking…

Memorizing his body and his strokes and his touch and his skin, my God his skin, and his mouth that made me tremble and go weak and limp under his command and still, I laid, motionless…

No words.

And I lay here now, remembering, thinking, memories of his body on this bed, his body on mine, his fingers on my skin, his tongue probing, finding…

I remember your taste.

And I can’t wait to have him again.

Just Come Over

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I just want to talk.

I promise not to touch you.  Better yet, I won’t even look at you.

I don’t want to risk looking up into those eyes and being reminded….

So I’ll keep my head down, my eyes low and I’ll just listen; I’ll listen to your laugh when you realize how ridiculous I’m being and I’ll listen to your sighs and your deep breathing.  But I promise I won’t get close enough to hear your breathing.  I won’t even try to inhale your scent.

I just want you near.  I just want you close; close enough to touch, but I won’t touch, I promise I won’t touch but I want you close enough to feel the sensation of this vibe we have, this thing we share.  It’s here.  It’s still here.  I know you know it.  I know you feel it.  I know you feel me.  You.  Feel.  This.

That’s why you need to just come over.  Just come with me.  I promise I won’t touch you.  I’m aching though, physically aching.  When my mind wanders and I remember…..it’s this feeling that needs fulfillment.  You know the feeling….

But I’ll behave.

I’ll keep my hands to myself and I’ll sit away from you but I want you nearby I want you close I want you here so I can see you I just want to see you I just want to hear you please baby I just have to have you here with me but I won’t look I won’t touch I won’t want I won’t I won’t I promise but my heart baby my heart just aches and it’s a horrible feeling and it’s just hurting physically hurting and I just want to be filled with you I want all of you on all of me and I want your scent and your touch and your sweat remember when you sweat baby and you were anxious so anxious and I just wanted to please you I just wanted all your pleasure and I let you have it I let you take it I gave you all of me I gave you all of me for one night baby and I’d give everything to have you push up inside me all the way until my back arches that way and I’m pushed all the way back taking all you have for me baby and hearing you tell me you’re going to come you’re going to come you’re going to….

Just come over.

I just want to talk.

Making Love Into The Night

Making Love (Into The Night) – Usher

*listen here*

Just tell me where to go and I’ll take off my clothes for you
You’re in total control and you’re running the show
I’ll do whatever you tell me baby

Baby I can come by and pick you up
We’ll make love into the night, it’s never enough
Oh babe I know what you like
And I would make love to you forever and ever
Into the night

Your wish is my command so I’ll cancel my plans tonight
I’ll make you understand that I’m the only one
Who can handle your body right
And I’ma show you tonight

Baby I can come by and pick you up
We’ll make love into the night, it’s never enough
Oh babe I know what you like
And I would make love to you forever and ever
Into the night

If you ever wanna know
Who I love
That’s you
It’s you
Oh and I ain’t never leaving baby you gotta believe me
You’re the one I love and girl ask who I love
‘Cause that’s you
Yes you

You gonna wanna tell everybody
‘Bout how I got you all coming when I call
You know I break you off
And if these walls could talk they would tell everybody
‘Bout how I put it down
You know I shut you down
Got you up off the ground, yes I can’t be wasted
And if I let you on my spaceship
You’ll have to let me taste it
Hop on it I’ma give you a ride
‘Cause we gonna make love all through the night

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The Love Scene 

“Let’s make a love scene, steamy and blue, erotic memories for an audience of two; and we’ll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin and replay each moment again and again and again.” – Joe, “The Love Scene.”

  

It’s like no time has passed.  He still looks at me that way, without blinking, straight in my eyes, making my heart flutter and my insides toss around just a little with desire.

And when he says, “Let’s go,” and I know just exactly where I’m going to end up, he still makes sure I know he’s in control.

I don’t have to say a thing, no rules, no limits, no boundaries and in the seconds it takes me to pull my panties down, he’s stripped down and full and at my side, ready to take all this love.

His mouth takes my lips, my tongue, my neck, back to my chin, why does he do that, while I writhe and squirm and he doesn’t move; I’m pressed down into his mattress and I’m intoxicated with his shower fresh clean scent and I just want this pleasure…

No instructions, no guidance, no “harder” or “faster” because he’s got all these strokes in line and he won’t let me, he won’t let me….

But it’s love he’s making.  With all this control he’s taking, he’s making sure to love; every stroke is gentle, every word spoken softly, and he’s making sure I remember he didn’t hurt me, he’s making sure I remember every inch, he doesn’t want me to forget, but he doesn’t let me…

He slows when he knows, driving me to my absolute worst, covering my mouth with his to silence my cries of his pleasing and I whimper, and he waits, pushing when he wants to, pressing me deeper when he feels it and I can’t…

It’s one stroke and two strokes and three strokes and I’m losing count as I lose my head and all my inhibitions completely gone and I swear my heart is stopping, I swear it’s going to stop with all this exploding….

But it doesn’t.  It explodes with all this love.  And I make sure he knows….

Crazy

Crazy

You know the feeling….

….it’s like your eyes meet and you fall but you don’t know where you’re falling but it’s instant and every other lover that’s ever existed means nothing is nothing won’t ever be nothing compared to this right here and right now but you don’t know what this is or where it’s going or if it’ll ever happen again but you want it to happen again because those eyes and those hands and that mouth my God that mouth keeps you up at night and you lose sleep over something you have no goddamn clue about but you want to know and you are fucking bugging because every inch of your being wants you connected wants you near wants you skin to skin to this person who freaked you all the way fuck out because you don’t feel you haven’t felt you don’t want to feel but this is something it’s gotta be something for it to consume you like it is and you want to scream you want to yell because this frustration of wanting and not having and not knowing is madness and sadness and anger and you want to cry but you don’t know why you’re crying you have no reason to cry and you ask questions but you have no answers and you think you’re going crazy because all you know is their name and how your name sounds so good oh so good in their mouth and their laugh oh my God their laugh in the back of your mind and you remember it and smile and that voice you know that voice and you remember that voice and that voice resonates with every damn syllable spoken and you want to reach inside that place where that voice comes from and you just want to crawl and be inside that voice and that body and that mouth and you’re crazy you’ve gotta be crazy because these feelings are crazy and there’s no other word to describe you you’re just crazy and you fucking hate crazy but crazy is how they make you feel and fuck it all to hell you want all of this all the time but you don’t know you don’t know but you know.

You know the feeling.

He Said, She Said

Sweetheart…

Hey baby. I thought of you this morning. I stretched out my legs and remembered the last time you were between ‘em. I miss you.

Really baby? Was just thinking about you too. It‘s been a while since we had time to enjoy each other. Miss the taste of you.

Do you remember? I remember your lips. I can almost feel them on mine now. Your tongue probing entry, wanting to explore my mouth.

Oh, I remember. The way you playfully resist at first and then moan as my tongue meets yours, pulling you closer the deeper we kiss, my hands trailing along your spine…

….as my fingertips trail your arms, your shoulders, your back. You know how much I love that back. I just got that feeling baby.

I love the feel of your nails grazing my skin. What feeling baby? The one you get when I kiss you along your neck and bite you? Or when I grab your ass to lift you to my mouth?

Yes. That one. When you grab my ass and lift me up and bring me closer to you. And the agonizing anticipation of having your mouth there, without touching me, yet teasing. God.

I love making you feel that way baby. And when your eyes get heavy, when that feeling hits you, knowing you‘re wet and ready for me.

But yet you make me wait. You’ll kiss me everywhere but there. I want you in my mouth now. I want to slide my hands over your chest and down over that cock I love so much. You know I love it don’t you? You know I can never get enough….

Yes. I know. And I know how much I miss those lips wrapped around my cock too. The way you slowly take me in and moan while I fill your mouth. It takes everything I have not to make a mess in your mouth. I swear you torture me for making you wait.

Why do you make me wait? Come here. I want you now. I want all of that weight inside me. I want to feel the length of your hardness deep inside me

I can’t wait to penetrate you slowly, to savour your moans before shoving every inch of me into you, to feel the softness of your legs beneath me, angling you just right so I can hit your spot repeatedly.

Can you stroke it? Thrust this pussy deep inside and fuck it fast? I want all of you inside. I wanna cry out in passion and anticipation while I writhe my softness against your hardness to get mine….

….wrap those legs tight and hold on baby, I wanna make your eyes roll back with every stroke, make sure your need is satisfied, leaving your softness swollen and tender….

Oh baby. How much longer?

~ Co-written with Mark “Tearless Poet” Dews.

I’m on my way…

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