Saturday, August 30, 2014

Through His Eyes


Here's something for a special friend of mine.  You are deeply appreciated.  As promised, friends forever.






Spheres of brilliant sapphire
Untouched by barred desire
Met a dame, roused her ire
Burned by the vixen’s fire

Whilst an exile from hell
Still, he saw an angel
A facade he can tell
As he knows her too well

Marked with a scarlet stain
Plagued by incessant pain
His love and respect reign
Awe and fondness remain

Consumed by devious lies
Betrayed by love, she sighs
Fervently pleads and cries
Men would see through his eyes


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Love Interrupted





It seemed like a coincidence
Bare souls touched bereft of pretense
Everything suddenly made sense
A faultless spark in fate’s defense

Unperturbed by dark secrets past
Only thirst and hunger to trust
Enslaved and consumed by pure lust
Red light blinded and went too fast

Fallen from grace and took a blow
A reminder to take things slow
Give time and room for love to grow
That’s when true passion tends to flow

Only that love seemed elusive
Emotions too inconclusive
Desire utterly aggressive
Dreams consequently less pensive 

None left of Cupid’s bows to bend
Once lovers, now in a poem penned
Myriad thoughts with intent to mend
Too late to start when it’s the end


Monday, August 25, 2014

My Constant Voyeur #1





The scent of Moroccan oil penetrates the warm, moist air.  I revel in the calmness produced by the candles embracing me.  In the raw, immersed in liquid fragrance, I feel your eyes rake my skin.  Such a caress unchains the wanton in me, the untamed part of me.  I know you want this  this lithe little body  one with round, supple breasts and hard, proud nipples that incessantly break the placidity of the surface with every heave, delectable nubs waiting to be sucked, in heat and aching for your tongue.  I grab both creamy mounds as thighs close tight with acute need.  Even in the water, I still feel my wetness.  Lips open in gasps as I stroke and squeeze, pinch and pull the tips to absolute firmness.  Moans bounce off the steamy walls.  Legs restless, creating sinful ripples of pleasure.  I dare you to come closer and watch my fingers fuck my swollen, seething cunt into a hot, layered mess.  Thighs wide open to welcome every thrust.  I feel it building up.  I tease and rub.  I look provokingly into your eyes to tell you that I want this... this and more.  It hits me once and then I surrender to the endless waves of uncontrolled spasms, arching my body, inner thighs contracting in ultimate release. I can almost hear you get off at the sight of my raw nakedness, blushing and glistening with every flicker of the candles, legs brazenly open, eyes hazed with intense orgasm, and fingers lightly caressing my clit into stillness, moaning your name in faint satisfaction.


Sunday, August 24, 2014

Of Drums and Feathers


Inspired by Rihanna's "What Now"





Late at night, I dropped by his studio to check on him.  Busy, as always.  Oblivious to my presence, I watched him by the door, headsets on, sticks bouncing on his vintage Ludwig set.  He has this sexiness about him that thrills me, the way he bites his lower lip and tilts his head while playing, the way his leg muscles contract with pedal work, and that unique side glance as he leans back during breaks that never failed to weaken my knees.  He has the most intense eyes I have ever seen, dark, penetrating, commanding, arousing.  One look and I am on my knees.

Silence forced me out of my reverie.  I saw him staring at me, exhausted yet strikingly handsome in his forever gray Vince crew neck tee with his strong, broad shoulders and that dazzling smile that leaves me breathless all the time.  I approached with seduction in mind, but he reached for my hand and pulled me to sit on his lap. I obliged, looking at his hard, sculpted chest.  He caressed my neck, run his fingers through my hair and gently tugged on it, forcing me to look up at him, sexual hyperventilation, breathing against each other’s open mouth.  Exhaustion gone as he lapped at my lips, sucking and licking, his tongue tasting and probing.  His hand slipped under my top, kneading and teasing, took it off and exposed my creamy breasts, nipples hard and elongated.  I felt him bulging against my hip.  I moaned.  He groaned.  With one swift movement, I found myself straddling him.  Skirt hiked up, he tore my lace panties off, cupped my butt cheeks, and eased himself inside me as I gripped his shoulders. I threw my head back in pleasure and whimpered as his huge, intimidatingly veined cock filled me, stretched me.  It curved inside, warm and throbbing.  I saw his eyes glint in pure lust as he fucked me. He watched how his cock opened me up and came out glistening with my wetness.  His unuttered arousal melted my inhibitions.  Like the beat of the drums, I moved brazenly, slamming my sex against his in rhythmic motion, getting him deeper each time.  His huge hands slapped my backside as he plunged his thick cock inside, meeting every thrust I made.  Fuck.  He came ‒ grabbing both cheeks, body rigid, moaning aloud, filling every crevice of my cunt profusely with cum.  I felt my own release, holding onto him, deliciously scraping his back, my open lips at his neck.  I tasted his sweat, even that is intoxicating.  I went limp in his arms.  He bit my shoulder and licked it.  I moaned, smiling, thinking of things I would do for this man.

Satiated, for now, I got dressed and saw his roguish smirk ‒ my panties, on the floor, in tatters.  I threw him my most seductive smile, inched closer, and gave him my most lavish, luscious kiss.  I pulled away, his smirk gone, replaced by astonishment.  My turn to smirk as I walked enticingly out the door, leaving him open mouthed with renewed desire.

Later that night, still no sign of him ‒ sigh ‒ the” perks” of having a workaholic lover. I thirst for his touch, again, the way his piano-playing hands danced on my body in perfect symphony, a craving hard to ignore.  I went to bed, naked.  With my head hanging off the edge, eyes closed with focused intimacy, hair flowing onto the floor in bouncy curls, knees bent and toes pointed, I began to touch myself, clit in circles, finger sliding between my already moist slit, so ready, and nipples getting hard with every pinch and knead.  Moaned his name in tune with every caress and prod.  I had it again and again.  Spasms racked my entire body in multi-layered musicality.  With only the sound of my hasty breath, I opened my eyes and saw him by the door looking at me sternly.  Breathing stopped as I watched him get a bunch of neckties from the bedside cabinet.  He pulled me by my ankles and secured each, wide open, to the metal headboard and wrists restrained above my head.  Stretched and blindfolded, the last thing I saw was his signature wicked smirk.  Thrilled.  He hushed me with a kiss.  Silence.  I heard drawers being opened and closed.  A few seconds passed and I paled with the lightest of sensations on my pulsating nub.  Oh, fuck!  The tickle torture...  His sweet revenge.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Beach House


Inspired by John Legend’s “All of Me”





At dawn, light streaming delicately into the room.  Still on rumpled white sheets.  Eyes closed.  I hear the waves hitting the shore from a distance, the soft rustling of the white, translucent curtains  and his calm breathing grazing the top of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair.  Eyes open.  I see his firm, cleft chin, his stiff, sharp, morning stubble, and his slightly perceptible jugular.  I inhale him  his raw, virile scent, the very scent that stirs the rest of my senses into wakefulness.  I feel his warm skin, his heart beating at a steady pace against the palm of my hand, his flaccid cock casually pinned beneath my thigh, and my sore clit pressed indecently against his hip.  A stifled moan escapes my lips as I remember last night.  The mere thought of it impels my body to quiver with concupiscent exigency.  I inadvertently kiss his neck.  A caress on my arm tells me he is awake, now caressing the side of my breast, his breath ragged and pulse brisk.  I close my eyes in resolute anticipation of his primal urge.  I sense his now tumescent cock with its bulging head peeking from underneath my thigh, throbbing faintly.  He lifts my chin.  I look up, in a daze, lost in his smoldering stare.  A wicked smirk forms on his lips as he kisses me and it melts into an insatiable hunger to possess me, yet again.  His kiss deepens, taunting me to follow his lead, and I give in to the sweet torment of his lips as he grabs my butt cheeks.  Oh my.  He begins to wrap the sheet around my waist, carrying me out into the balcony, gently puts me down, my body sliding over his, my low back against the concrete balusters.  I can feel the heat radiating from his body.  Half naked with the first rays of dawn dancing on my skin and giving my hair a soft glow, he envisions a nymph, stroking every inch of my body with his sinful glare.  Just looking at my round, shapely breasts and pointed nipples shatters his control into slivers.  With a growl deep in his throat, he strips the cloth off my waist and vehemently rubs his cock before plunging it into my wet, tight cunt.  With my legs around his hips, I throw my head back, hair flowing like black waterfalls behind me.  Anchoring my hips against his, he revels in lascivious elation, drowning himself in my heated folds.  We moan synchronously with release.  Copious amounts of cum trickle down my thighs.  He drops to his knees, still inside me, weak, sated, breathing heavily against my neck, my name in a shaky whisper.  I smile in rapt silence.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Without Grey




Unruffled white sheets

Smudgeless wine glasses

Unlit scented candles

Moanless nights

Cold showers

Unsullied lips

Muted symphonies

Just black and white…



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Surrender





The faint scent of your virility on my lips
The enticing scrape of your beard on my skin
The thrill of your breath on my hard-nippled mounds
The rapturous plunge of your tongue in my cunt
The eager percussion of your flesh against mine
Reminiscent of the nights before, of the days past
Vacillating thoughts abound
Still, on my knees, a submissive to your sultry perversity.


Monday, August 11, 2014

Addicted To You





Unrestrained desire forcibly stirred me awake from an apneic spell
Hands clenched sweat-stained sheets in a wrinkled mess
Still tortured by potent images of you
The way you sucked my bottom lip swollen
The way you fondled my full, heaving breasts
The way you teased my nipples with just a caress of your breath
The way you moaned as I rubbed them against your chest
The way you thrust into my succulent cunt in lustful assault
The way you surrendered, breathless, with cum dripping down my inner thighs
Such visions struck me restless and wanting
Sobriety forgotten, you are my kind of high.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Meet-Up


Think... long-distance lovers... and here's what I came up with.

FKA Twigs - Two Weeks as the backdrop.





Got out of a coal-black Jaguar in nude Louboutins and an Herve Leger number, hair a mass of shiny, dark waves down her back, walked in catlike grace through the gold‑framed sliding doors into the hotel lobby, each step echoed unexpressed anticipation against the marble floor, oblivious to admiring stares, went straight to its exquisitely furnished and sophisticatedly lit bar, paused at the entrance, gut clenched sensing that familiar, distinct maleness that permeates the air with his known presence.  Scanned the crowd and spotted him in a stance that exuded confidence and male elegance.  As if on cue, breath hitched as eyes connected revealing an unmistakable spark of desire between his dark, burning stare and her hazel embers, pulled together by an invisible yet palpable force, gaze held in unwavering intensity.  Words failed.  Time and space froze as two restless souls collided in an inexorable, passionate first kiss.  Arms around his neck, trembling fingers through his hair.  Strong, stable hands grabbed her by the waist.  Images of that kiss in random angles flashed in glimpses of pent-up ardor.  He pulled away with obvious regret and longing etched on his face as he caressed her cheeks, thumb stroking her now red, swollen bottom lip, pulled her into a fiery embrace, shaking with undeniable attraction and carnal need, clasped his hand with hers, an invitation with the intent of devouring her, marking her, owning her.
Held behind him, they entered his spacious, dimly lit room, aesthetically designed in masculine proclivity of black metal and dark wood furniture, deep brown leather sofas, an enormous bed in the center covered in luxurious white sheets, an entire wall of glass with opaque white curtains that opens up into a balcony capturing a panoramic view of the metro below in a blanket of twinkling lights.  Perfection.  Stunned yet fully aware of his presence, standing behind her, appreciating his view.  He stepped closer and grabbed her arms in aching eagerness while he nuzzled her exposed neck which sent shivers down her spine.  Inhaled her.  Intoxicating.  Her scent an aphrodisiac on its own.  She reached up and held his head, loved how that felt, almost caused her knees to buckle under her.  His breath warm and lips supple against her skin.  She stood still as he began to unzip her dress all the way down to the dimples of her low back displaying a seductive arch.  Turned her around to face him, met his dark, feral gaze. Caught him staring at her luscious lips. A sweet distraction. Control faltered. Fought the urge. Peeled her dress off in leisure precision with his fingers, only to be replaced by his lips on bared skin from the shoulders down her cleavage, along the slight concavity of her belly, the crest of each hip, pushed it further until it fell in a heap onto the floor.  Skin tingled all over.  Breathless while he knelt in front of her.  Still in black lacy lingerie and heels.  A stunning vision.  Aroused, he leaned and breathed her in through her panties.  A potent drug.  Addictive.  Took all his strength to move away, jaw clenched.

She caught his hand, kissed the back of it, and sucked on his thumb while his fingers teased her hollowed cheek, a sensation that radiated to his already engorged erection.  Freed his thumb and pushed him against the glass wall with a slight thud.  Dropped to her knees and freed his turgid cock only to take it in her mouth, an oasis of infinite, rhythmic pleasure, burrowed deep in her throat in unrestrained madness.  Syncopated thrusts gave way to a full‑blown, spasmodic orgasm in torrents of liquefied lust.  Her mouth ‒ his undoing.

Sanity regained.  Looked down and saw what seemed like a fallen angel with glazed lips and half-hooded eyes, a paradox.  Grabbed by the shoulders, stripped off of her intimates, and carried to bed, she watched as he turned from mere mortal to sex god before her eyes, stark naked. Fuck. Stirred her core to wetness.  Crawled on top of her and began his sweet torture, tangled in the dark.  Desire flickered in the shadows as he teased the very moist part of her with his adept tongue.  Thighs wide open in salacious abandon as she succumbed to the waves of orgasmic rapture.  His mouth ‒ her bliss.


Saturday, August 9, 2014

Facets of Love






Love is the simplest of things...



A caress of a feather
A light breeze in the morning
A promise kept
A smile from a stranger



Love is a need...

A lover's touch
A mother's kiss
A father's approval
A friend's hug



Love is the ultimate sentence...

A strike of lightning
An incurable disease
A flick of a whip
A knife in the heart



Love perhaps is hate unmasked...

An inevitable curse
An addictive vice
An emotional ambush
A self-inflicted pain

Love is a contradiction...


It embraces, yet lets go
It endures, yet gives up
It is the highest of heaven, yet the lowest of hell
It seizes its prey, yet a captive in a stubborn heart’s tight grip.