Sapphari: Only for the Adventuress (and others)

[arielsgoddess]

Never one to hesitate to stick my neck out, here I go again, to the groans and eyerolls (of both varieties: primally orgasmic and melodramatically irritated? lol) of some, I am certain. This is a thread for those of the alternate persuasion, and those brave enough to be entertained and share such communion. This is NOT restricted only to women. All are welcome, that's part of the point.
The first one that I submit here is a dream that I had. To cheat and give you a little visual, my Muse, whom I did not give a name, looked rather like a Gypsy version of a young Sophia Loren. Enjoy.

 

[arielsgoddess]

Rendering

Rendering

At first it appeared to be two women racing each other
Over the shoulder of the person speaking to me
But one of them split off laughing
As an athletic young man appeared
Vaulting behind the one with black hair and large eyes
Grabbing the back of her white linen blouse
Pulling it tightly off her golden shoulders
Slipping the V down her cleavage while they ran

And I marvelled at how I had not noticed
Its thinness before that or amazingly
That she wore no undergarments even though
She was endowed of such smooth and globular breasts
Surely they must be artificial but no mattter
They were perfectly two handfuls each
While to my utter fascination her nipples
Almost almost showing through the fabric were
Just like the glowing dark red cherries found by the lake
Startlingly unreal yet they could not be fake as well

Her breasts two perfect scoops
The white lace frills falling around them like whipped cream
Those dark cherries topping her sundaes

My mind twitching obsessively as she bounds and bounces
Him tugging back harder white curtain sliding down her front
Catching now on just her stippled areolas and ------

My sudden and solo irritation confusing my companions
Who had brought me here for us to chatter in unison
Even more baffled is the poor bastard in my sights who
As he blocked my view a squeal of rage burst from me
Chasing after the climax of her nipples

As I wished feverishly to be alone in a room with the two runners
Conspiring against the fabric of that blouse....

 

[arielsgoddess]

Disbelief (Maureen 1)

Curled in the pool of sunlight
Streaming halo of morning rays
Harbored by the mountains of bedsheets
She is dreaming with a whispering smile
Her skin tinted opposite that of a young fawn
In its whiteness spotted with cinnamon freckles
Matching the fringe of her hair tangled
Around her ears and my pillow and
My heart

I do not want to wake her
This creature immersed in peace
That she has brought here as her aura
Warmth radiating from her skin like perfume
I want to rub my cheek on her softness
To make myself a part of this woman
Immerse myself in her
Beautiful wonder

I hold my breath and hover
A sense of tingling weightlessness
This pink-edged vision she has pulled me into
Feelings of where I have never been before
That I have heard called love and home
And now…..mine

 

[arielsgoddess]

Realism (Maureen 2)

Last night I got into bed worn-out
From catching myself on all the sharp corners of life
The gray in my hair like threads pulled loose
Jarring the fabric of who I once was
Unraveled by my regrets

Mercy comes to me in dreamtime
The angel delivering herself to me carries inside her
Secret moments that I divided my heart amongst
When I was still young and she was newness
Answering everything questioned by my soul

The perfectness of time that passed with her
Nights where we made our own wild music
When the stars that I could not see in the city
Revealed themselves only for me in her eyes

Slipping and tumbling into my apartment and
Through the hours of exchange taken for granted
When we do not realize that this existence is passing
Those were when she reigned over and under me
As the world turned over again in our expectations

Until I woke to the acrid earthiness of coffee
Crackling in the old pot as I stumbled after her
Blindly following the sweet lilt of her humming
As she moved gracefully from the kitchen while I
Tripped over sunbeams in our hungover apartment
Her laughter echoed gently through it like windchimes

As the rest of me woke and stretched into my body
She was already showered and doing her makeup
Which would fascinate me why she should layer her beauty
When I would worship at her complete nakedness

Thinking this I would come up behind her at the mirror
As it framed her in the soft shapes of clouds and cherubs
Formed by the steam of her passing beneath the water
That secret heaven which was now hidden from my sight
Wrapped in the fluffy bathrobe of bright pink velvet
Her hair curling and shimmering in the patch of light
Her lips still wet and her skin somehow brightened
Only her eyes dark so dark and fringed with heavy lashes
Hypnotic to me and pulling me asunder as she turned to me
Moving her face to mine and we abruptly abandoned the world
Forgetting that we were a part of time. . . .

As I break myself and my memory against the sounds of traffic
Heralding the start of another day in a different city without her
Jadedly I wonder how the intangible haze of one of her mornings
Could feel so much more real and living than this life does now

 

[arielsgoddess]

I am not happy with the last stanza of this one. It's a case of having the perfect ending in my head, and jumbling the contents in my head on the journey to get there, so that I lost most of it by the time I did. Suggestions, anyone? Would be appreciated--
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Delicately shaded flower
Whose petals open to the tip of my tongue
Tight yet unfurling as I delve deeper
Swirling you wide into bloom

Like a bee bathing in your nectar
I hum with pleasure covering my face
With your dew and the wildness of your scent
Heady as I drink you in still thirsty and
Become intoxicated by your essence

Until finally compelled to take this flower
I reach fingers plucking into the wet velvet
Down underneath and begin gently pulling
Working my hand farther down and cupping
As my fingers seek to bring you with me

I feel our bodies overlap as limbs enfold
Drawing down and enclosing me against you
As you furl tightly around I am in your center
The little flower in my hand gives its last termble

Before letting go

 

[FireFlavored]

Mistress

Before I even see you
Your perfume slaps me like leather
My head snapping towards you locked
On the movement of your tight hips and tits
As you stride across the room ruling scornfully
To take the nape of my neck as a possession
Piercing me with your sharp kiss

No effort is wasted on speaking
My will quit the moment you got here
And my body can’t strikes poses fast enough
To get you to accept it for your demanding
Your grip and deliciously hard discipline
Breaking me of all these bad habits

Like wanting to tangle my wrists
In the back of your bra but you already
Have ripped mine off and tied my arms roughly
To something wooden whose splinters bite into me
As you fist my hair and and yank my neck back
My throat straining and trembling like prey
As your talons rake and hook into my flesh

Or that I would kiss you but you taught me
That the taste of blood in my mouth is so much better
As I suck on my lip while your teeth stab my nipple
Savoring my own agony under your instruction
Before you even make me scream your name
Which I am sure I will many times tonight
As you tear it from me ruthlessly
In many positions yet imagined
Through strangled octaves
Choking on the syllables
Of the required chant
Repeated hoarsely
But always in
Worship
Of you

 

[FireFlavored]

Making

I need a piece that I don’t have

You say to me as you sway for me
While I drink in the smell of your leather
You want to tie me up again but cant
Having left all your bindings at home

But when I look at you I see what I need
Don’t want to wait for another time tonight
I thrash through the drawers in the kitchen
And bring you a spool of bright copper

You hesitate not wanting to use it
Even for you there are extremes in me
When instinct says too far I am fearless
You can’t keep me from my destination

So from the bottom to the top you give in
Making me better means making it worse
These nights losing the spaces between them
Like the boundaries of right wrong sane alive

I need you to tie my wrists with the wire
Because otherwise I feel myself slipping
Comforted by the metal working its way in
I smile through tears you watch me and shiver

Knowing I need a peace that I don’t have

 

[arielsgoddess]

Kristen

You taught me so much one year one season one weekend
Like playing Russian roulette with shotglasses of whiskey
Spun on a tray as we listened to All Along the Watchtower
While you smoked weed arguing with me which Hendrix was best
Told me stories of your folks hanging with him and Janis Joplin
That he was the lover she referred to in “Piece of My Heart”
Which of course we had to sing along to the rest of the night
As we played all the original LPs and loved even the scratches

At midnight you talked me into going horseback riding
Cresting the waves of foxgrass as they shifted back and forth
Glowing from the silver light reflected off the bottom of clouds
Building themselves quickly into a thick quilt above us
But I wouldn’t take heed as I raced first you then the storm
The palomino hunkering down headlong to ride the gales
Exhilarated as I was breathless against the wind our narcotic
I flattened my self neck to neck with it drunk on the power
Moving my feet up out of the way of its haunches and holding
On with only my fingers fisted into its mane and tightening
My grip with my bowed elbows and knees to not slow it down

We were of one mind and will as it tore to the tall jagged hill
Peaking near the edge and filling our lungs just as it struck
The bolt of lightning filling our world with flashes like an aura
Causing the horse to jolt straight up with me pinned centrifically
Before plunging violently down the hill as rough as a boulder
Jarring me and scarring me as we broke speed on the brambles
Where you suddenly appeared with our Siamese schoolfriend

Shocked to find me alive after seeing bits of it between running
Now as our friend leads the querulous horse back to its pasture
I shakily let myself be pulled onto your quieter morgan this time
Where we all meet up at the barn to wipe down the horses and frown
As the sheets of rain fight us all the way to your log cabin doorway
Our friend builds a good fire as you wrap a blanket around us and we
Try not to stare as you tear off your wet sweater your breasts shining
Like giant pearls on the shells of your lacy black pushup demi bra
You offer me dry clothes and angrily lecture that I could’ve been killed
I stop your hands at the bottom of my shirt and blushing I tell you
That I would not have died from the horse or the lightning but that
I had learned to never go bareback riding braless in a storm at midnight
Because there was nothing in the world like windburn on your nipples
To make you wish you were dead……and there we were frozen with
Your hands on my lovehandles our breasts and faces barely apart

When you smiled your slow smile always more knowing than mine
And I stared into your unreal clear jade shifting eyes and waited
Until our friend coughed and I remembered not only his presence
But that he was in love with you even though it was me that
Wanted to run my hands in his silkrope hair and behold him
It was your golden hair that his strong quiet hands ached for
Truthfully when I was near you I could not be jealous loving you
Both although I wondered if I loved you both in the same way
My uncertainty unresolved but not restless as we meandered
Through the rest of that three days us three always together
The nights each holding their breath for an answer not yet
Made into a question as you were more experienced than me
In every way and yet you never knew that you were my goddess
Not just in those moments but in every one that I knew you
Until the time came when you went away telling me solemnly
Goodbye and so many other troubling things that left me hollow

All these years later I feel summer coming and I am thinking hard of you