Desire ripped through me and tossed me into a tumbling action. My entire being focused on you, I could feel my heart beat coursing through the Universe and I swear that I hear music as my mouth descended on yours. It felt like a dungeon crumbling to reveal the sky above, I was shaken to the roots of my soul.
My hands fire in them traced bush fires across your jawline, down to cup your yielding flesh, responsive. Our breath the ocean. Could the warmth of the nub of your nipple ever be more enticing, teeth nibbling so softly then in full un resistance my mouth sucking – hard. Just to hear your voice ascend into desire speak. Oh the warmth – clothes flying everything in sharp focus.
Zip of Zip
Rustle of jeans off
Thud of shoes on floor
Snap of bras coming off and g string sticky with desire flying like bats.
And oh the bliss, god the sweet bliss of skin, hip to hip. I could weep with the feeling of your legs wrapping themselves around me and your urgent movement against me.
How long have I waited? My field of butterflies taking nest in my solar plexus since I laid eyes on you. The obsession haunting me – sweet insomnia. Waiting to hear from you. Texts flying, emails melting their way through the fibre optics. Breathless – fierce self loving – exploding with my fingers deep in me and your name etched all over me.
And here I am – your hands pulling me towards you. Rubbing riding my tiny strip of fuzz. I can feel the wetness of you and me beginning to mingle, I can no more and I slide into the ocean of wetness wanting to taste you. Drink you in, lap your pearl every lick pouring all I have into hearing you feeling you shake so that glimpses of heaven open in your very being. The softness of the slick space of desire my fingers finding that secret ridge that is making you gasp, moan, grip my hair – begin to thrash shudder – letting go the primal moans of desire ripped free from your voice – a sound that makes me feel like a whirlwind is blowing through my mind.
I think that I am crying
I feel the rain in me set free
The roaring in my heart
To love like this again, is a freedom that has no name.
©Tass 2009
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