The Pulse

[bluejeanbabyamy]

To be touched
to say the word ‘touch’
as intimate as a kiss
when a lover says my name
and I feel every
breath from his beating body
trail across my skin;
the rise of the heat
the pulse thudding
from mouth to mouth
a thirsty tongue flickers
across my breasts, the tongue
lines down to the wet secret opening;
he moves like I’m wine
and I’m intoxicated
by this man, this man
lusting and loving
and stroking the lips between
my thighs and he gives
and gives when I see
pink sparks behind my eyes
and then its black, such a dark
black, and I’m heady,
falling into
words I can’t help but
say that come
from the center of my sex
and his
and then there it is,
the first thrust of his hips
into me and I’m undone
shaking and squeezing him--
a low growl we can’t control--
and the shuddering moan
wracking through
my cunt like a thousand stars
he gives me the night.

 

[bronzeage]

Very nice. Welcome to Lit.

 

[Magnetron]

And I had I just mopped up all the stickiness Naughtius was complaining about the other day.

Way to go.

 

[bluejeanbabyamy]

hahaha nice

 

[bluejeanbabyamy]

thank you very much

 

[bofifniia]

A musical director was having a lot of trouble with one drummer. He talked and talked and talked with the drummer, but his performance simply didn't improve. Finally, before the whole orchestra, he said, "When a musician just can't handle his instrument and doesn't improve when given help, they take away the instrument, and give him two sticks, and make him a drummer."A stage whisper was heard from the percussion section: "And if he can't handle even that, they take away one of his sticks and make him a conductor."

 

[twelveoone]

To be touched
to say the word ‘touch’
as intimate as a kiss
when a lover says my name
and I feel every
breath from his beating body
trail across my skin;
the rise of the heat
the pulse thudding
from mouth to mouth
a thirsty tongue flickers
across my breasts, the tongue
lines down to the wet secret opening;
he moves like I’m wine
and I’m intoxicated
by this man, this man
lusting and loving
and stroking the lips between
my thighs and he gives
and gives when I see
pink sparks behind my eyes
and then its black, such a dark
black, and I’m heady,
falling into
words I can’t help but
say that come
from the center of my sex
and his
and then there it is,
the first thrust of his hips
into me and I’m undone
shaking and squeezing him--
a low growl we can’t control--
and the shuddering moan
wracking through
my cunt like a thousand stars
he gives me the night.

you have some very nice stuff going on here:
I see pink sparks behind my eyes
...wracking through
my cunt like a thousand stars
he gives me the night.

but really
wet secret opening;

secret amuses me, and not in a good way... need I say more?
Everything else i.e.
the rise of the heat
the pulse thudding
you can get away with

 

[sexywriterfla]

To be touched
to say the word ‘touch’
as intimate as a kiss
when a lover says my name
and I feel every
breath from his beating body
trail across my skin;
the rise of the heat
the pulse thudding
from mouth to mouth
a thirsty tongue flickers
across my breasts, the tongue
lines down to the wet secret opening;
he moves like I’m wine
and I’m intoxicated
by this man, this man
lusting and loving
and stroking the lips between
my thighs and he gives
and gives when I see
pink sparks behind my eyes
and then its black, such a dark
black, and I’m heady,
falling into
words I can’t help but
say that come
from the center of my sex
and his
and then there it is,
the first thrust of his hips
into me and I’m undone
shaking and squeezing him--
a low growl we can’t control--
and the shuddering moan
wracking through
my cunt like a thousand stars
he gives me the night.

Wow...very very nice!