Do you remember the black slides?
You were so fascinated when I let
just one
dangle from my toes
My legs crossed
skirt riding up my thighs,
smooth, tanned legs
bare
touchable
and would have parted
just for you
at the slightest touch...
but your eyes never left
that shoe
dangling from the very
tip
of
my
red
painted
toes...
©Vivid X Photography (slides)
BEWARE!! The stories and poetry you read here are very erotic in nature. Read at your own risk. And don't blame me if you get a little hot under the collar. You can't say you weren't warned... You can find more poetry at http://www.themxperience.blogspot.com/ and my short stories at http://www.themxperienceshorts.blogspot.com/
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
White Lace...
The scent of rain
carried in through french doors
The sound of thunder
and your quiet sighs
Whispers of silk
sliding across soft,
smooth skin
the heat of your hands
skimming down my thighs
bite marks on your shoulder
the feel of your tongue
the satin of your lips
the weight of your body
pressing into me
the feel of your teeth
biting into my hip
The hard length of you
pushing deep into my core
the look in your eyes
as you watch my face
The tightening of your muscles,
the taste of your kiss
The lingering reminders
of you and white lace
©Vivid X Photography ( White Lace)
carried in through french doors
The sound of thunder
and your quiet sighs
Whispers of silk
sliding across soft,
smooth skin
the heat of your hands
skimming down my thighs
bite marks on your shoulder
the feel of your tongue
the satin of your lips
the weight of your body
pressing into me
the feel of your teeth
biting into my hip
The hard length of you
pushing deep into my core
the look in your eyes
as you watch my face
The tightening of your muscles,
the taste of your kiss
The lingering reminders
of you and white lace
©Vivid X Photography ( White Lace)
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