TOUCHING ME ... FEELING YOU...

I’m touching me with you in mind I’m feeling you all over me All around me, all in me My body craves the REAL you But gladly acts as your sensual surrogate I’m feeling you while touching me I hear your voice in my head And I feel all the words In my every breath, my every pore I feel, I want, I need, I crave … Every feeling begins and ends with “YOU” Every single breath is punctuated By wicked, juicy thoughts of you My hands crave and need to feel you My body goes on point at the sound of your name You say things to me about me That takes my breath away I love that my voice brings Your body to willing attention We touch us, and feel each other The mutuality is all we need Till we can feel and reach and touch And explore and satisfy what needs to be satisfied Then die to live and die again Please touch me But this time … Touch more than my soul.

STOLEN...

He’s not mine, I’m not his …
Yet the magnetic pull
Between us boggles the mind.
We make no sense
Outside of stolen moments
When hands grope for places
And things oft talked about
When clothing feels like prisons
When eye contact speaks volumes
And a touch transmits the sexual electricity
Between us – the current that shouldn’t be
Whispers of words that
Translate willingly into “Fuck me please”.
The scent of each other’s skin
The sound of our voices
The glimpse into each other’s thoughts
Thoughts consumed by the possibility
Of further stolen moments
When we consummate this mind blinding need
To sweetly fuck till the need subsides,
But it doesn’t…
To touch and to taste till there’s nothing new,
But yet there is …
There will always be a yen for
Stolen moments
Secret times, illicit sweetness
Blind release, and naughty, naughty musings…