Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Way You Look...




as the warmth of my breath overwhelms your loins
and strokes the summit of your virility
as I inhale that prominent ache between your thighs
dense and sinewy
as your nerve endings shudder at the way I smolder
as the head drips with the clasp of my lips
as my incisors scrape and anchor at the nape
as my tongue swirls and prods
tasting…
as I slip your engorged cock in with ease
kneading…
as I enclose your hardness in moist heat
anticipating…
as I devour and you plunge deep into my throat
every inch of you, with wetness, I intend to coat
as my lips touch the base and you throb in daze
as I start the rhythm and you build the momentum
as I faintly moan and you impatiently groan
as you reach your peak with a sudden flick
as you convulse, explode, and release your load
as I consume what I can take of that sinful quake
leaving scarlet smudges
in my wake…


Thursday, October 16, 2014

Savior






When pain impales what remains of the heart

He tends until it mends and will not depart

When faith starts to crack then crumble into dust

With the strength of a mason, he rebuilds the trust

When fear creates a stampede of doubts

He pulls the reins in on restless bouts

With the future foretold as bleak and cold

A love-filled life assured in his hold


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Touched




Souls cross paths. It might be just for a fleeting moment or throughout its entire existence – it doesn’t matter. It might be destiny or purely coincidence – no one knows. One thing’s for sure, there’s always a reason realized at the end. It could be a lesson to be learned, an experience to be shared, an aid to be given, emotions to be felt, or a wish to be granted. Anything goes. All these things can’t be ignored, as even the slightest touch transforms the soul to what it is at present, dim or vibrant, nonetheless, a renewed life force.


Sounds





That sound of belt unbuckling and a light fabric tearing.

That first moan as your turgid, throbbing cock enters me from behind.

That sound of you pounding me hard on your office desk,
slamming against my rump and balls deliciously hitting my cunt.

Those “it-feels-so-good” whimpers that escape my lips with every thrust,
knuckles jut out as I grip the edge.

Those quick, shallow breaths as you hold onto my hips, fucking the wetness out of me.

That loud clap of a slap as your palms hit my cheeks, now hand marked before you peak.

That final groan with that last deep plunge as you release a thick load of cum
between my ruffled, swollen lips.


Self




“I am not designed for calm monotony.
I crave the blissful chaos of sensual spontaneity.”

- Ember -


Letting Go





His voice echoed in my dreams with his parting words:
“You are a rare combination of mind and body.”

It stirred my inner goddess awake
and she dejectedly whispered,
“… that you unconsciously breathed life into…”

A lump swelled in my throat
as sudden tears stained my pillow…

- Ember -


Courage




“Accidental courage emerges, forcibly so, from exigent circumstances.”

Perhaps, sometimes, we need a push.

- Ember -


Last Night





Last night…
your images had me slithering between the sheets,
your words had me trembling with molten embers
through my sheath.

Last night…
was one of many
when the pleasures of heaven and smolder of hell
collided into one orgasmic feat.

- Ember -


Naked





“I’ve never felt more naked than the moments you
see through my heart,
pierce my soul,
and fuck my mind.”

- Ember -


A Place of Healing





Wounds revealed and smothered by the tides

Screams muffled by the wind from all sides

Intensified pain with saline then subsides

Away from reality, the true self hides



Heavy footprints wiped off by the foaming waves

Far off the shore, a break from incessant raves

In the vast abyss of lies and confusion, the truth saves

Out in the open, the sun unveils what the heart craves