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B1 - phone sex

B1 phone sex

The is no window gazing this time,
only a glimpse in the mirror
in the space between words


In the space between words
I hear your breathing slow,
deepening, as if you are listening

to the fingers playing on my body.
I know the sound of your excitement
that sharp intake hovering

unsteadily between lust
and longing. Whimpers change it,
the tiny scrape of one polished fingernail

across breast change it,
the sound of suckling on nipple
changes it. I do the latter

lathering the peak with my pink tongue
promising more
in the space between words.
 
I1 - Tickling

I1 - Tickling


The secret inside

There is a moment between delight
and sigh when the lightest touch
fires energy through nerves
that are all centered in the vault
of me, that shy-open space
that craves notice, simple contact
of skin or vibration - a tickle
enough to remind me
there is life in loving.
 
N1 Fucking, Spoon

N1 Fucking, Spoon


Afterwards


It's afterwards, after
the fucking, after the bed bouncing
hell raising, neighbour complaining
sex, after the spank marks
and the nail scratches, after

all that, that we spoon. Calm

crashes in, crushes the rush,
cradles us in its palm
carries us to the moon
and when that fails, we'll head
for the stars. Afterwards.
 
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G1, Oral Fetish

G1, Oral Fetish

Oral Fetish

It's you I want, your body
pressed hard against my face,
your hands in my hair, tugging
until there's no sound, no gasp.
My fingers will use your thighs

for balance, nails digging
until that gouging connects right
to your sweet spot, the tip
where everything that makes you, converges,
where everything that collapses, will.

I want you, the musky scent
that clings to your skin, the soft hairs
that tease my palms,
the essence of you that you so reluctantly give
to me. Give

me everything. And often.
 
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O1 messy, dirty

O1 messy, dirty


i don't like it messy. i'm a nice girl
loving the whirl of courtship,
the guise of what is to come (said
in that breathy girly tone
that makes men drool
and weak women cringe). i
like it clean, spanking new
and long enough to entice
the panties right off my pretty arse.

i don't like it messy. white high heels
and pearls that play to the light
while in the shadow you linger,
your scent laid on the breeze. i sniff
the air to settle you here, beside me
your thoughts flown to another place,
your blood boiling and being nice
is the last thing on your mind.

i don't like it messy...
 
B2 - rimming

B2 - Rimming


I've nailed my thoughts on rimming...


I keep rimming for dreams
that sexy circling of tongue on cheek
tongue on skin,
tongue on arse where the nerves
stand on edge to tingle
in anticipation. I keep rimming for dreams
and you welcome them.
 
oh, sry...guess i should have looked farther down the threads
good exercise

I thought it was a writer's competition with a monitor judging, deciding who takes a spot on the board.
 
I2 - striptease

I2 Striptease

Eyes watch eyes until the blue drops
to fingertips splayed across breasts, smoothing
fabric taut, a second layer smeared on skin
so close the pores gasp for breath.
Lower, the fingers seek something, any
thing that the torture of clothing reveals -
skin between buttons, downed zipper
where a tongue might touch. Deep

breathing bears the sign of arousal,
the scent of that cyclic spiraling of need
rousing once-dampened temper to a point
where fabric edges frustration,
where silence should be filled
with the sounds of skin rubbing on skin
and tongues mating. The preoccupation
of faces and feeling, a buffer

as piece by glorious piece, clothes
find their way to the floor and air
on skin is all that is left to imagine.
 
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