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


Wings






“He gave her wings, not to be free,
but to soar to her highest identity.”

- Ember -


Sore





"Sore... and still craving for more."

- Ember -


The Muse




I didn’t look at him, but I heard him loud and clear,
“Right now, you are exactly what I need. You’re my muse.”

Careful not to ruin the moment, I remained silent,
but my inner goddess wanted more
and asked in a subdued whisper,
“Until when?”

- Ember -


Love or Never Again?





Love is one of the most overused words and yet I can never fully wrap my mind around it or even have enough of it to the point of self-sacrifice and insanity. Kahlil Gibran described it best:

“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.”


Love and pain are inseparable. I can’t have one without the other. Although pain makes it hard to listen, I always find myself at love's beck and call. The truth is I can never run away from love. I breathe it. I can’t live without it. It breaks me down, yet it builds me up. It remains an enigma. It usually reveals itself in the most peculiar place and at the most inopportune time. Either the opulence or lack of it is not a point of contention. It’s just the way love is, immeasurable, omnipresent, and indefinitely existent.

THERE NEVER WAS A CHOICE IN THE FIRST PLACE…


Your Worst Distraction





My presence intoxicates you,
engulfs you in a sensual smoke of seduction,
and overwhelms you into a state of incoherence.

My absence simply renders you senseless.

I am your worst distraction.

- Ember -


Attraction






You whispered, "I think between your mind and my mind...
between your body and my body, we'll get along just fine."

I smile because I know deep down inside
I'm too intense for you...

- Ember -


A Woman's Paradox




"In every strong, independent woman,
there's a shade of a shackled submissive
waiting to be dominated and love."

- Ember -


Fallen






"When it comes to falling, I am inimitable."

- Ember -

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Vino del Amor






As clear as the wine glass that seduces your lips

As intoxicating as the finest vintage from Dionysus’ hips

As confounding as the first sip that stirs you to take an oath

As sinful as the liquid scarlet that slides down your throat

As rare and potent as the concoction of ancient grapevines

This woman’s love, like wine, with age, refines.


The Calm in the Storm






Dark, formidable clouds pave way to reckless strikes of the quick and incessant roar of the titan.
The deafening howl and brute force of the wind agitate trees to wave in frantic motions as inexhaustible tears flood the earth.

In the infinitude of chaos, somewhere within the depths of nature's anger, is a duet of heartbeats in a dauntless embrace.