Lips

Large plump
Mounds of juicy
Ripe flesh
Tempting
Enticing
Embroiling
The senses
in red hazy sweat filled
Dew
Suffusing
Saliva flows
Uninhibitedly
Into caverns never fully dry
Reaching
Stretching throughout
a maze of desire
At the sight
Of pink
Against your
Lips

Reality

Reality is your body pumping forcefully into mine, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy, where you hold me, riding me until I cannot catch my breath...

Reality is my wet pussy cradling your hard manhood, squeezing, and milking you...this hot wet ride, drawn out moans, closed eyes, opened flesh inviting you

Ecstasy to the point of pain

Reality is hands mouth touching tasting biting us fucking loving all throughout the night

Reality is sweet messy wet and sexy

Sweat beading your brow as you press into me
Sweat beading mine as I turn you over and ride

Exhaustion is not far away, awaiting us
after we hit the clouds

You ride me, taking me higher
I ride you, til we tire

You and I all over each other
Textures color life
Has hightened brightened

My sex has tightened once more around yours
Shudders
Rack me
Your sex trapped inside me

As I tug on it for more

Milking you

What I wouldn't do...

To have this once more

Bliss project

Of all my lovers
He has pushed me
Opened me
Thoroughly dragged me through
Sexual haziness into full bloom
Lazy rose colors now blazoned red
This carnality always fed, through words
...Mind fingers contantly wrapped around his dick
........Mind lips teasing the head while
With his mind lips he opens me
Pulling petals of my imagined sex
Wide open to breathe
Lapping long trapped juices dripping down my sex
I'm wondering where we'll go next
Mind, and body poised to savor
The heat, longing, long night loving
That he brings to the table

we're still here.

let's make it like a tent revival, y'all.
get your minds moving, okay?

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.

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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?

pink

i painted my fingernails pink
and imagined you underneath that shining enamel
imagined seeing you between the short shorn off ovals
imagined that you didn't have to work tonight didn't live in another city weren't ignoring me like you'd had your fun and were now moving on
imagined that i was scratching you
hearing you groan as little pink stripey welts appeared
imagined kissing those welts away

i knew that you could seduce away my resolve to resist you
seduce away the anger
because all i had to do was remember the things that you'd already whispered in my ear
cock that's harder than it's ever been
and all of the things that still make my clit spasm
so all i'm left to do is revel in small pleasures like clean sheets
and the lingerie you and i were supposed to buy
and the heartbreaking pink kisses
your eagerness to touch and taste
that i don't know will be repeated

just out of reach

it's all in my mind
the touch and the feel
of lips and hands and finger tips
calluses take over
along with unawakened stubble
dry lips gotta move
oughta move
tasting pure sweetness
craving gripping touch
just out of reach
-K

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lenée

Kiss

I kissed her lips
Gently licking
nibbling
tasting
As I would love to be tasted
Allowing my teeth to graze her
Lips while my tongue
Frolicked in a playful dance
Back and forth, mirroring in kind

As her lips closed around mine
Trying to hold me close to her
I looked down
Into the writhing beauty
Of her sighs as he slowly
Moved her to orgasm
My fingers encircling her breast
Trying to hold a moment
Where she could find peace
Trying to find my own ecstasy