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You’re music
The kind that makes me move
Involuntarily my hips sway
Without hesitation the need
To have all of me next to you causes
Such agreement between beat and body.
The sounds of your hands gripping tight
Growling groan in my ear
Whispering huskiness
The tempo in agreement with the mood
That you lay across the entire surrounding area
With one symphonic look into my heart.
Your touch, grasp,
Moving me where you want
When you want
Where we both crave
And what feels so right.
Like the music,
You move me.
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I am new here.
You are adept at knowing so I've admitted my situation.
Your posts are addictive.
Your wit is alluring and makes me contemplate.
Your musings fulfill a longing that I've had forever.
The beautiful mind, somewhat unleashed...and real.
A sapiosexual delight that is backed with photos of true beauty.
My head is spun by a person I do not know.
What is this control that grips me to return and learn more of you... and learn more of myself?
At this point, I can humbly say, "Thank you."
Heart pounding
Body trembling
A sweet kiss
Lips searching
Fingertips on cheeks
Which follow the jaw line
Down to the neck
Soft tops of shoulders
Supple under a press
Moving into
Pressing against
Whole body further
Back to the wall
Succulent feelings
Far away thoughts
Gone with the undeniable
Sensation of pressing
A hot, hand-spanked ass
And the warmth in lips meeting
Not coming apart
Chest against chest
Hips against hips
Thighs against thighs
My mind free of anything
Everything
But us
As there is the feature
Found pressured
Pushed as far
Deep as possible
Without resistance
Until a whimpering
With a
Breath in...
...and out
“Fuck me.”
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Contemplating.
Easier said than done,
Actually.
I’ve been told before
About my beauty,
About how lovely I am...
But somehow,
It is very difficult for me to accept.
To believe.
Even my mind,
Something I share with you,
Sometimes more than you even realize,
Seems to be not quite pretty enough
To be seen by your eyes.
Plus, this would change things,
Right?
Well... maybe... I’m not entirely sure...
And you know how I feel about you,
So although obligatory it is not,
You know what I immediately want to do...
So, I will do what you ask
And contemplate this,
Sleeping upon the thought
As you work.
This makes me feel things.
Hello, and welcome.
Thank you for squandering your first post on me, I feel very honoured and a bit confused about why you would do such a thing for the likes of me.
My posts being addictive is quite flattering of you to say. Thank you.
I assure you, everything I speak of is very real and also very much me.
I have no more control over you than I do anyone but myself (and self-control is something I lack when faced with certain situations).
At this point, I guess I should humbly say, “you’re welcome.”
Some days, the pain gets really bad
The numbness turns into
Biting, stinging aches
That run up my limb and latch on.
On other days, it is just like
When your hand falls asleep
And then tries to wake up
So that every time you touch something
There is a prickle on the tips of your fingers.
There are also days that start out fine
And then slowly, it’s like the nerves
Are roguish,
And hit me when I least expect them to
With a strange, pressured pain
That eats at my ability to focus
And makes every movement unfathomably more difficult.
Those are the days
When I wish a kiss from you, just there,
Would actually make everything all better.
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Some days, the pain gets really bad
The numbness turns into
Biting, stinging aches
That run up my limb and latch on.
On other days, it is just like
When your hand falls asleep
And then tries to wake up
So that every time you touch something
There is a prickle on the tips of your fingers.
There are also days that start out fine
And then slowly, it’s like the nerves
Are roguish,
And hit me when I least expect them to
With a strange, pressured pain
That eats at my ability to focus
And makes every movement unfathomably more difficult.
Those are the days
When I wish a kiss from you, just there,
Would actually make everything all better.
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I feel it melting slowly,
The chilly boat-shaped piece
Of ice you’ve decided
To press against my hot skin
Starting at my navel
Working out in concentric circles,
Up and down my inner thighs,
Leaving gooseflesh in its wake
And a trickling
Of the thawed solid
Running into the valleys
Of my body
Creating little pools
Of trembling
Warming water.
Slipping the remainder
Inside me
To leave it
Dissolving there
With that look in your eye
That disintegrates my core
You run a searing fingertip
Through one of the puddles
On my abdomen
And I shiver.
Incongruent sensory overload
As you fill every thought
My body pliable
To your every desire
So that when your lips
Touch softly against
My frozen nipple
I lose any sense of self left,
With a whimpering sigh.
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I don’t think my nails will make it until tomorrow afternoon.
My heart is already leaping further out of my chest
Than I think it’s ever been
And I’m set to watch a long movie tonight
So certainly my nerves
Will leave my fingernails
Decimated...
I keep telling myself that there is nothing to be anxious about
But that just seems to make it worse
And the fact that you’re so busy today
Makes me worry more in my own,
Overthinking brain,
Which will surely only cause further damage
To my dwindling cuticles.
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I don’t think my nails will make it until tomorrow afternoon.
My heart is already leaping further out of my chest
Than I think it’s ever been
And I’m set to watch a long movie tonight
So certainly my nerves
Will leave my fingernails
Decimated...
I keep telling myself that there is nothing to be anxious about
But that just seems to make it worse
And the fact that you’re so busy today
Makes me worry more in my own,
Overthinking brain,
Which will surely only cause further damage
To my dwindling cuticles.
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I’m sitting in a coffee shop
Sipping a cappuccino
Waiting for you.
The barista attempted to flirt with me.
I lead my order with a joke
(Because that’s who I am)
And said something like
“I forgot my personal cup, so I hope you have some here”
And he ran with it;
Making an elaborate effort
To try and touch me at one point
In order to illustrate how his hands
Would help add volume to mine
Since the shop was plum out of cups.
As I paid, the barista asked what I was up to today,
So I told him
That I had a date.
He looked a little crestfallen, but wished me luck.
The thing is, I don’t need luck.
I just need you.
I need you to kiss me
I need you to hold me
I need you to touch me
I need you to claim me
I need you.
I just need you.
So I wait,
Like a good, patient little girl
Who needs her clothes ripped off by you
As soon as possible.
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