We lay still
Sweat beading
Rolling down heaving chests
A smile plays upon our lips
Sweetest giggle draws my laughter
We wrap one another up
Laughter drifting to kisses
A quite moment
After explosive passion
Nowhere I’d rather be
We lay still
Sweat beading
Rolling down heaving chests
A smile plays upon our lips
Sweetest giggle draws my laughter
We wrap one another up
Laughter drifting to kisses
A quite moment
After explosive passion
Nowhere I’d rather be
The sweet taste
Dances upon my lips
Her lips part
Gentle
Inviting
Enchantress left me enthralled
Gasping for air
But far from coming up for more
I lavish her with tongue lashings
Adoring her every curve
As though sanctified
The soft give of flesh
And tense of muscles
All lead
To glorious crescendo
My chains rattle against stone
No light reaches me so far down
What horror next lies in store for me?
What vengeances shall be wrought?
Gods
The anticipation might just be
The worst part of all
Wait
What was that noise?
A lantern approaches
No
No gods no
This is so much worse
Gods I was wrong
I was so wrong!
Please!
Gods above no!
A response to one of my poems, and oh so delightfully naughty. 💜💜💜
Bated breath released
As the goddess descended
Struck blind by her beauty
He had to feel her form
Curves gave to gentle arms
Which then embraced
Enwrapping her faithful
Then
To acquire
The first
Of many
Little deaths
All she had to do
Was whisper in his ear
“Come to me
Dear sweetest devotee…”
Input awaits
Blink of anticipation
Buzzing cathode
Overhead
Fluorescent hum
A single fan
Squeaks weakly
He sits
Cross legged
Hands hanging
Fingers a breath above
A sharp BREEP
Announces initiation
Fingers fly over keys
Click clack
Fuzzy logic gives way
Clarity in decision
Here the final keystroke
Strikes through
Half a country away
Rolling boards
Streaming numbers
Flick to red
Well dressed men
Panic stricken
Scream and rage
As all they’ve built
Metaphorically
Goes up in flames
A quiet dinner
Candle sputters
Flutters beyond annihilation
Clink of silver
Upon platters piled high
The man stops
Mouth half full
Looks up
She, smile half moon full
Something dangerous
Adventurous
In her eyes
On the floor
A red high heel
Foot far higher
The man clutches his fork
Nostrils flared
But a smile plays on his lips
Risqué
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
