WHILE I WAS BORED

“I’m here,” a voice demurely whispers
Turning around. . . my mouth drops to floor
Dressed in a black sheer chemise
Rolling her tongue along
those full glistening pink lips 
Distracted, my mind wast thinking about 
her other pink lips 
Lasciviously longing to lick her 
from front to back & back to front
Shaking her finger, “Not just yet”
Slowly seductively spreading her thighs
I always adore day in, day out
Slender Frenched-manicured fingers
trailing up her inner thighs
Leaning back, her kitty now exposed. . .
Don’t know how much more of this I can take
Pulling back those tender wet lips, clit ripe and ready 
Her fingers sliding up and down. . . to the left. . . to the right
Nothing but soft moans do I hear. . . her bountiful bosom rising up and down
One. . . Two. . . Three. . . slides in. . . Ohhhh shytttt. . . Four!!!!
Biting my knuckles. . . Tilting her head, hearing my groans. . . she continues
Eyes locked, she purrs. . “Patience, my love, patience” 
Aint’ this a bitch. . . I’m being held captive
Thinking back. . . yeah I deserve this. . . chalk up one for her
Ignoring her pleas to cease, run my hands alongst her sculpted calves
In betwixt abbreviated breaths, “I’m. . . Oh Gawd!!!”
Watching her bite her lip, fighting the building erotic eruption within 
Losing not eye contact
Her nails digging deep, trying to push-pull me simultaneously
As furiously as she seizes up, slowly her body her slumps
What a sensuous sight to behold. . .

ADDICTION

You go from a goddess to a serpent
and I try to keep you from biting
I wish that those eyes wouldn't stare at me
the way they do
and that you would stop hissing
and start kissing like you used to.
I know exactly what your venom feels like coursing
through my veins
but I can never turn you away.
Even when I know I'm softly dying, I choose to stay.
You make me laugh with your tricks and your licks 
and I hold onto memories of your soft ways
but right now they are non existent.
All I want is to go from here to there 
without your fangs in my flesh
and my body in seizures of the oh so familiar pain.
But the tantalizing way that you move
I almost feel like its my destiny to suffer your wrath
if only to be in the presence of your decision to love or hate.
I would be lying to myself to say that
I could live without your hot and icy ways
because the truth is I'm addicted...
To you.

BE SELFISH

Take is not a bad word
Can you really take
When all I want to do is give?
Is there anything you can ask
Any task
Is it selfish of me to want to give?
Is it selfish to want you to take?
If all I say is please?
Be Selfish with me baby
My vanity needs you to need me
Will I ask of you too much
Will you forget who you are
Be selfish with me love
Embrace the darker place
Dance in the light that shines from us
Like a cattle prod I'll jolt you
Till no rest your mind will find
This love is not to waste
Like a sunset
Over a still blue lake
You don't let those moments go
You don't waist a moment thinking
Will she live me in the morning?
You take what is given
Or risk offending love

THE PARTY TOGETHER

Across the room she blends with the crowd
Not one person gives her a second look
But there is something about her, he knows
There’s a sparkle in her eyes that enchants
a smile that will capture his heart
The touch of her hand so tender and soft
A tone in her voice of pure sweetness
Her voice is edged with hurt
There’s a hint of sadness on her face
Her smile is brave and it makes him proud
Her hand shakes with nervousness
Trembles evident in her soft voice
Her eyes give away the fear she feels
Her smile fades and he is drawn near
Her hand grips her glass so tightly
She sees him, her eyes show panic
Her welcome barely to be heard
Her voice rings out happy and light
Her eyes soften and dance again
Her smile has him falling for her
Her hand returning his gentle touch
More than a face in the crowd to him
From across the room he saw her light
It is everything about her, he knows
Love and beauty hidden in shyness

BEG

You whisper, “Beg for me.”
As my eyes shimmer with need.
I draw my thighs up along yours, my head falling back
You whisper, “Beg for me.”
“Please,” I whisper up to you
“My Master,” I pray
My ankles lock to your lower thighs
You whisper, “Beg for me.”
As my nails dig into the flesh of your back
Your hips move hard and fast; my legs pull you into me again
Your hips rock into me, carrying me to the brink
You whisper, “Beg for me!”
“Please!” I gasp, lifting my eyes to you.
My muscles clench, air catching in my lungs.
Your eyes stare into mine as you lose focus..concentrate
“Please, Daddy, now!”
“You're begging for me!”
Your body slamming against mine, all control lost.
Tears threaten, and then flow...
My body trembles with the unfulfilled need of release
An aftershock pulls the length of your body to me
“Please!” I whisper as you take my face in your hands
The rhythm of my breath slows yours. My voice so soft
“Begging for you.”
You feel so solid within me, in the shelter of your arms.
Until pleading bleeds into soft kisses and caresses
You hold me still and tight against and inside me
As you ponder your words, slipping them from your tongue
A shiver of delight begins your next trip to ecstasy
“If you really wanted to cum for me tonight, you would
Beg for me.”
So as we begin again...this sweet torture...
I beg for you.... 

EVERYTHING YOU WANT

Intoxicating beauty and grace and poise

I watched you deflect suitors by the dozen

Seemingly unaffected by the crowd and the noise

Uncommon beauty and a lively intelligence

A rare combination beneath such a lovely countenance

And, oh lord, such an exquisite voice

The voice of seduction

Low and breathy, full of promise

Eroticism, witticism, full of compassion

Nights of wild abandon

Of long moonlit walks on the sands

Of mountain log cabins with crackling fires

A woman whose conversation is an event

Knowledgeable about so many subjects

Intelligent, inventive, romantic, and heaven-sent

A woman's maturity and a little girl's innocence

A complex woman without a doubt

Simple naivete and seductive temptress

Chivalry, sensitivity, and romance

A siren perhaps, singing to tout

THINGS I WOULD SAY

I can dream and lust, and sometimes feed that lust with fantasies of you naked and writhing under my touch
But I can't say the words. Instead, I lift my hand to touch you. Where the touch lands doesn't matter.
I just move my hand in the direction of this goddess who has taken possession of my heart.
My heart is pounding. Our gazes lock and we communicate without words.
"I want you...," I whisper, and pull you closer. Then, all at once, you choose.
"That's it, don't stop," you say, your voice husky, your fingers playing in my hair.
You gasp when I slide my fingers deep inside you, and clamp my mouth firmly over your clit.
Hungrily I devour you, my fingers playing inside, moving easily because you are so wet.
You writhe and moan in response to every move I make.
"You are incredible," I whisper, kissing your face.
You respond with that enigmatic slight smile that always makes my heart skip a beat.
You have given me a taste of heaven, and I am content.
So these are my memories and my fantasies – my letter to you.
Memories, dreams and fantasies. Your gift to me.
Remember - fantasies or not, you will always own a piece of my heart.