corkscrew

I can’t help it

feeling a little restless

intoxicated with lust

reckless

and I licked my pretty painted lips

while I held his gaze

and I knew it was wrong

but that was the thrill

as I kept him entertained

with the rise of fall of my

heavy nearly naked breasts

and I could see every dirty deed

and foul thought that erupted

between his ears

Images that set my blood on fire

as I leaned in closer

just for a sip

a taste

some forbidden touch

and his fingers are tracing circles on my thigh

and his breath is sneaking past my lips

and there’s a sound inside my head

desperately calling out my name

but my lips are crushed

and I’m pinned against the wall

where the beast begins his feast

and I’d stop this madness

if it didn’t get me quite so high

Hidden by the dark

and trying not to make a sound

my thighs around his waist

a tingle of awareness travels up my spine

and our time is running fast

And I loved what he brought to me

the gifts of him

his humor

and the way he laughed

as though the world were ending tomorrow

and he was present in every moment

whether he was buried deep inside of me

or thinking in the middle of the floor

god, and I was hanging on so hard

to all my fears

tangled in my doubts

and here we were

once again in the dark

and I was hiding

from what?

This beautiful man who dared to love me?

and I was sobbing at this point

while he was speaking the only language I could hear

one of lust and desire and smoke and fire

and I drew then on his lips

the story of my love and my anguish

and my heart was beating frantically

and this new song was an old song

I’d heard it a million times

and as he came inside me

and I died again and again

I understood the words

and how the things you fear the most

are what will set you free

and he taught me finally

before the time was spent

that heart which is free

is a heart that can love

and be loved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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