Awkward Sex

Negotiating soft curves
and round tummies
and hands and arms and pillows
glasses clinking catching
giggling grinning
kissing.
Yummy.

distracted.

i look at my painted fingernails &
believe that they'd look best
making tiny welts against your back

i think that
this shade of lipstick would
compliment your clavicle better
than it ever would my mouth;

i might make better use of these thighs
if they were utilized as a cushion
against which you could thrust.

i don't know how it is,
but i believe i'd smell better covered in your sweat
than i do in tunisian myrrh

& i'd like to think you're as
unsettled as i am right now
open off the speculation
of what it would be to move inside me;

but if that isn't so,
i'll allow these meandering fingers
to do what i wish you would
at the behest of my racing mind.

sweetness

he came just for me--all excited and nervous about being 8 hrs from home.

always sweet. always loveable.
always reaching for my waist or kissing my cheek...

he met everyone...then
we went to bed and stayed there.

dancing in the center of my dorm room to maxwell, he took his time...
i felt him aching to touch me, but he rolled with it--
let our hips talk for awhile first...bent me over fully clothed.

we teased each other
when it got to be too much
we laid down and merged.

we never made love like that again...we finally had all night.
and the morning.

i cried when he left--bitter, horrible tears.
my last taste of home for months.

...i always say i left him for a shadow.

i'm sick of the spam

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in my head

in my head,
i've already had you a hundred different ways,
all of them miraculous
my imagination has made your mouth a legendary thing
full
damp w/ expectation
pressed against my breast
your hands gripping my ass through my clothes
while your eyes lock mine down
i'm frozen in this one moment
whispering into your ear what i want you to do to me next
& all the while
inhaling the scent of us
the lovely funk of
thrusting, pushing & pulling
all sorts of
thunderous fucking
gone to another plane
we are easy,
clever lovers
trading energies
jumping over waves
& landing in that sticky sweet
doped up place
. . . in the back of my mind.

The Bliss Project

he picked me up and held me
breast to eyelash
ass to hand.

Digital Envy

I am now in posession of an obscenely short denim skirt
And a pair of black lace stockings
Damn, why don't I own a digital camera?