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/
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Letter From Marlow...
Fuck me like you own me.
I want to feel your lips all over my body,
Taste me, Love,
that deepest secret spot thats always ready for you.
When you kiss me I want to taste myself on your lips,
on your tongue.
I want to smell my scent on your body.
When my lips are traveling down your chest,
sucking ...
... kissing
biting ...
on your nipples,
I want to feel your fingers inside me
stroking into the hot wetness
I want you to know how my body reacts
to your touch...
to your kiss...
to just the thought of you...
... Fuck, you make me so hot.
I want your beautiful cock in my mouth.
(I dream about how you taste)
I want to feel the satin skin against my tongue
I want to take you so deep into my throat
and feel your hands threaded through my hair.
I'm going to dig my fingers into your thighs
my nails are going to leave permanent marks
little half moon kisses of blood...
I cant control myself around you.
I want to make you wild
and let you fuck my mouth
the way I know im going to fuck yours.
I want you to watch me take you into my mouth,
watch me lick....
....and suck
... and bite....
the way I know you like it.
I want to hear your heavy breathing and your moans, Love.
I want to hear your voice telling me how much you love what im doing to you.
I need to hear it.
I want to slip you inside me, to be part of me,
and then I want to pull you out and see what we taste like together.
When you're ready to come, Love,I want you to tell me,
I want to watch your eyes as I swallow you, every drop.
When you pull me to you,
I want to be so close our skin fuses together.
I want to feel your heart pounding against mine,
every breath shared...
every blink...
every sigh...
felt by the other.
I'm going to stroke your body because I cant keep my hands off your skin.
I need to feel you alive and warm and sweat slicked.
I want to feel you press me against the mattress and hold my wrists above my head
while you kiss my face..
my neck..
nibble my ear...
Oh, god yes, bite me, love.
Bite me hard the way I like it.
Use your hands,
(those strong, hard fingers)
to rub my breasts.
Use your lips and your teeth to tease my nipples.
(They're hard and they ache for you always.)
When I bury my hands in your hair ,
dig my fingers into your shoulder
rake my nails down your back
you'll know how bad im burning for you.
When I bite into your shoulder ,
forgive me, Love
if I draw blood.
Your hands are like fire on my skin.
I cant seem to control this need...
this raging desire...
To consume you.
To be part of you.
Never close enough.
Never deep enough.
I want to feel your glorious cock
... slick
hard....
... and mine
sliding into me,
your hands bruising my thighs as you hold them apart.
I want to feel the stretch in the muscles as you push my legs back against the bed,
or pull them roughly over your shoulder.
I need to feel you so deep inside me.
Please, Love.
I want you to pound into me with everything you have,
Push me to my limits.
Feel how primed I am for you,
feel how hot ...
... soft
.... tight.
And all of it only for you.
I want you to watch my face when you slide in,
see the fire,
the want
the love in my eyes...
listen to my whispers ,
my moans,
Feel my need for you...
And when I'm ready to come,
I need you there with me.
I want to go over that edge holding you inside me.
Need to feel you explode inside me,
need to feel that hot burst ,
those sudden tremors that keep time
with the pulses you've sent through my body.
So fuck me like you own me.
Because you do...
© Photograph personal property of Vivid X Photography
Sunday, December 4, 2011
The Beginning of a poem...
Sharing a breath
a glance,
the flutter
of impossibly
long lashes
over rainstorm eyes..
The shape of his lips
his devastating smile
his gentle kiss..
on the inside of my wrist.
the warmth of his skin
under my fingers
the taste
of salt in my tears
and honey
on his tongue...
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