lisa123414
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2006
- Posts
- 1,192
......
Last edited:
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
Take my mask
I will give it to you, if you ask nicely
Although, perhaps
There is another
Underneath
No matter my mask
My goal is to unmask you
Are we all prisoners
behind the masks of our eyes ?
She giggled a little,
talking about her new grandchild.
Until I broke her focus
and she said,
“Yes right there!”
Having done this with her for a year
or twenty,
that came as no surprise.
Then she giggled again,
(not quite so sweetly)
and I found the pillow
which I crushed into my groan.
But what’s a little foreplay
among friends.
No longer any others in this house
but us.
And I love it
when she walks naked
to the kitchen late at night
for a last drink of water
dragging my desire behind
her.
Men who write poetry make me melt...
Fool, you are an artist!
And she is a lucky woman.
Thank you....
talking to my ex this morning I asked her why she did not cry even though she felt like crying. Her reply was, "I am afraid if I start I will never stop" She always was smarter than I.
breathe in
not thinking
of how I want
I want to throw her
against the wall
and taste her lips
feel the air inside her
brush past my face
from the impact
following up with my body
before her heart beats
against me one more time
lifting her up
forcing her legs
around my waist
hoping someone is watching
something sinful
wanton wicked ways
to find myself inside her
not lasting very long
not this time
breathe out
smile at the pretty lady
I think there is a pill for that cerebral feeling.
so wicked is as wicked does
or doesn't
yes you may find me
just another daydream dilettante
dabbling in the moments
of his dementia
rustic hue upon the words
that canter across the page
canted to one side
or the other
sequenced by synchronicity
into something that almost
but not quite
makes sense
closer
till lips touch
and tongues tantalize
the smiles shared and laughter
as he finds that spot
that tickles
laughter melts into moans
as he tastes her nudity
and groans
as he nibbles her desire
bringing them closer together
melding their bodies
bound together by sheets
devastating what once
was a pristine bed
I'm not sure she understands the contrast
sheets bound loosely
around her nude form
offering topography
that any adventurer
would desire
to explore
in fullest measure
a world apart
separated by emotion
and desire
so it's all about tomorrow
and tomorrow
and the sorrow that it brings
when the warmth is fading
from the bed we've shared
compared to the dissonance
we face day to day
and day by day
the warmth is our respite
and our bed becomes an island
separate from the main
land that is out there
beyond our door
arid and dry
from sighs and sorrows
So is it all one kiss
if it lasts forever
or at least all night
breathing with sighs
and moans
but never breaking contact
either with lips
or sweat slicked bodies
or wanton desire
slouched upon a couch
as she sits oblivious
or not
drawing her hair out
one strand at a time
peering at him
with seeming casual interest
he wonders at her secrets
legs crossed primly
He wonders at her desires
contoured curves on display
she wonders
how to break the ice
and smiles
Sometimes I wondered
where she put her desire.
Here,
there,
perched upon her shoulder,
a flamboyant bird
feathers on display.
Until I kissed her
and found her desire
was married to where my kisses
last departed.
so she mounted him
with her desire
bridle between his teeth
was her underwear
as she wore him
with a leering look
he had eyes only
for her breast on display
which she used
to hide the spurs
of his guilt
streaking his flanks
red
with nails dragging
to make him buck harder
ridding him hard
putting him away still wet
Sequenced step,
casual sway of her hips
and I am leering my desire.
Not caring if we are on exhibit,
thinking only of how she feels.
Not just the curves
that yield to caresses,
but also the desire
that ebbs and flows
with kisses in sequence
with sighs.
Pulling her hair
exposes her throat
and I want just one taste,
one kiss upon her pulse.
Heartbeat speeding
beyond light
dark in the night
pressing us back into darkness.
Although the shadows
give illusions sway
to our bodies in motion.
I just mimic Ange for the irritation value...
So was it yesterday
I could hardly wait
for that once a week call?
Feeding coins into a machine
as I listened to your tinny voice
so many thousands of miles away.
Hearing the sound of children,
my children,
as we spoke quickly,
of what was,
what is,
and what we want to be.
Compressing images
into minutes,
sorrow into seconds
and love into words
spoke frantically.
Handset hard
and cold in my hand,
against my cheek,
offered metaphor for the trials
of long ago.
Opening the door to the phone booth,
entering a world so far away from mine.
Memory is everything.
I sit silent with my thoughts
and drift in time.
No regrets.
Okay maybe an occasional sigh,
or wistful thought.
But she deserves that,
we deserve that.
Although there never was a we
to speak of.
Not that I didn't try,
but not hard enough
and not so long
before I moved on.
I lied.
There was a we,
but that was decades ago.
Decades ago
that I whispered into long blonde hair.
Does she want to speak of innocence,
or innocents?
Warp my mind around the thought,
filled with the detritus
of carnal imagery.
Seeing her again,
hand-cupped breast,
thoughtful look
as she considered me
contemplating her
reflection.
Full-length mirror,
muted light and sound
and sighs.
But the sighs came later
with the kisses.
Dark eyes consider me
as if newly awakened by a thought.
Slightly puzzled
by my lips pursed
waiting to kiss.
wanting her.
And that did come later.
lips slide sideways
against her lips
taste sweet
thinking, soft, soft, so soft
energizing touch
wanting more
savouring her scent
her warmth
that comes from being close
head on my shoulder
deep breath, sigh
both of use
twining fingers
no sorrow
no tomorrow
startled exclamation
questioning look
she sighs as I carry her to bed
mesmeric
tv drones in the background
eyes unfocused
(I'd say my brain was disengaged
if I had one)
marveling at the sensual moment
tactile conversation
of my hand touching hers
touching mine
softness of the hair against
my cheek
knowing her smile
without seeing it
as she leans comfortable against me
tasting her tears, her fears
with every kiss
just timeless in the time
no tomorrow
I was just thinking.
I know you hate it when I do.
Thinking about the phrase,
"ravishingly beautiful."
Repeated so often
that it has lost meaning.
So instead,
I think I will just call you beautiful,
while doing my best
to ravish you.
So can one smile
and kiss
at the same time?
Smiling with eyes is simple.
Smiling with lips pressed tight,
more difficult.
Laughter comes easy
when kissing
someone familiar.
Must be careful not to laugh
when kissing a stranger.
But the best kisses
come with moans.
That means she likes
how I am touching her.
fit, form, function
packaged precisely to scale
tolerance taken into account
lubrication provided as needed
sequence programmed to repeat
some assembly required
two person lift desired
fabricated for fit
self-test enabled
just press go