Bits and pieces

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my hands want to hold Sleep
and touch her lips
feel her body
draw her hands around my back
wishing for her to pull me into her comfort,
her embrace.

my hands want to remember the dreams they feel
when I am inside of her
listening to her breath
coaxing me deeper and deeper into her chasm of elegance.

my hands wish to grasp her
and make her mine
but they know better... she has slipped between my fingers before
and I don't want to lose her;
not tonight.
 
my hands want to hold Sleep
and touch her lips
feel her body
draw her hands around my back
wishing for her to pull me into her comfort,
her embrace.

my hands want to remember the dreams they feel
when I am inside of her
listening to her breath
coaxing me deeper and deeper into her chasm of elegance.

my hands wish to grasp her
and make her mine
but they know better... she has slipped between my fingers before
and I don't want to lose her;
not tonight.


That (↑) reminded me of this (↓):


We embrace as reluctant lovers,
Insomnia and me.
Three kisses, alternating cheeks,
like the Nederlanders do.
We do not sit and have a glass of wine,
nor do we discuss the day’s events
–He simply waits out the night
while I play silent sycophant.

I wish that I could
slide down his body and
suck his cock,
seduce him into surrendering that for which I seek:
Sleep.

But he keeps me waiting;
He always does.
And then, at the last possible moment
just before my sanity slips away,
He fucks me insidiously
until I am the one surrendering,
until I am the one submitting,
until I am the one who fades reluctantly
before the coming of the day.
 
I suppose it's odd to comment on your writing in a picture thread, so ... your bits are nice, too, but strangely less fascinating than what goes on between your ears. I imagine showing one's body to be the easy part; showing one's soul? Possibly less so. The bits and pieces, both physical and metaphysical, are lovely, indeed.
 
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*sigh*
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That (↑) reminded me of this (↓):


We embrace as reluctant lovers,
Insomnia and me.
Three kisses, alternating cheeks,
like the Nederlanders do.
We do not sit and have a glass of wine,
nor do we discuss the day’s events
–He simply waits out the night
while I play silent sycophant.

I wish that I could
slide down his body and
suck his cock,
seduce him into surrendering that for which I seek:
Sleep.

But he keeps me waiting;
He always does.
And then, at the last possible moment
just before my sanity slips away,
He fucks me insidiously
until I am the one surrendering,
until I am the one submitting,
until I am the one who fades reluctantly
before the coming of the day.

oh how eloquent we connect.
:rose:
 
I'm always blown away by your words and than you post this:


And all my intelligent thoughts go out the window and all I can think of is how much I wish I could be crawling between your legs and ... :devil:

:rose:


ETA: saw the last two pics and ... mmmmm ... bound ...
 
I'm always blown away by your words and than you post this:



And all my intelligent thoughts go out the window and all I can think of is how much I wish I could be crawling between your legs and ... :devil:

:rose:


ETA: saw the last two pics and ... mmmmm ... bound ...

thank you!
It would be a battle to see who got to crawl between who's legs first.
 
thank you!
It would be a battle to see who got to crawl between who's legs first.

oooohhh ... a battle ... I think I like that idea :devil:

and be warned: as I really want to be the one crawling in first, I'm going to fight with all my might ... but feel free to overpower me ... :D
 
oooohhh ... a battle ... I think I like that idea :devil:

and be warned: as I really want to be the one crawling in first, I'm going to fight with all my might ... but feel free to overpower me ... :D

oh... I'll be ready
 
oh... I'll be ready

conflicting desires:
to succumb and be bound and lose myself in the bliss of being used?
to fight and win and lose myself in the bliss of servicing?
life is always full of hard choices ...

:rose:
 
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