Superficial

Lying there, quiet, waiting. Hair tousled, falling across your eyes.

A few strands fluttering with each delicate exhalation from your nostrils.

Drifting off, the only way to quell your fear.

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His breath on your cheek, startling you. But his warms hands traveling across your  shoulders provides solace.

Pulled to your feet, shying away.

His fingertips brushing your hips, teasing the curve of your ass.

Caressing.

Digging in slightly, as he stares in your eyes.

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Anxious, hair in your face. Braced on your hands, taking most of the weight off your  knees.

If you were standing, you would fall.

But there you are.

Because you should.

Because he asked for it.

Because no one has taken you there.

Because you are on your period, string neatly tucked into you, out of sight.

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His fingers warmed the lubricant, before he slid in between your ass cheeks, before his fingers somehow pushed into your impossibly tight hole.

His cock was much warmer than his fingers or the lube.

Pushing.

Your brain says you are not dreaming.

Stifle the moan, for it strips with pain and all you want to do is give.

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‘Tell me if I hurt you,’ he says.

But it hurts more to withhold, to deny, to refuse.

You have given your heart to him. That mass of muscle beats in time to his pulse.

What is a band of muscles, peculiar in tonic contraction, gateway to a tunnel that will take you deeper into submission?

Because he wants it.

Because you wish to give it.

Because so much lies beyond this opened door.

Another one

The candles are lit.

The treats are passed out. Footsteps fallen away, like the leaves skittering past the door.

Leaving out the silent meal, we wish well upon those who lost to our touch but not forgotten.

Here in the darkness take my robes and leave me bare, as the trees that line our streets.

Closing my eyes, leaning against you chest, I imagine that you are rising higher than I can see, majestic in the night.

Let all that has hurt us fall away.

The pain dissipates.

Taste the pomegranate from lips and feel the grasp of eternity.

I step out of youth into sunset; you are the sacrifice that feeds us both.

Time out of mind, over and over, the circle unfolding.

Falling away

Once, my heart thrilled to see you.

Now, it is sluggish, no matter what you do.

I hoped you saw my dismissal flow across my still face.

Blinded by memory, not the present, you persisted.

Until you could not find me, only traces of my absence.

Like the paper left over after the candy is consumed, the wrapper of you is discarded.

Tossed away.

Left to bounce along the concrete, to wheresoever the winds take you.

Sweet

I recall you taste of cherries, burnished by the sun, steeped in honey and lemon.

Open your mouth. Let me taste you again.

Your tongue-a smooth hard tangerine drop for me to suck.

Let me dig my fingers into the hard bones of your hips, to release the nectar hidden within you.

Press your sugar-coated hands to my breasts and knead my softness, until the heat coming from me turns them sticky.

Put your thumbs to my lips, let me lick them clean.

Let me kneel before you.

Wrap your sticky fingers in my hair, as I use my mouth to  make your eyes roll shut.

I see the veins etched in your neck, as you tumble down the waterfall of caramel dreams.

Warm hot butterscotch down my throat, coating the heart of me.

Cold

Shivering. Not just on the surface but inside, deeply.

Come close to me.

Take away the chill that rattles my bones.

Place your lips on mine, so your heat can seep along my jaw, down my neck.

Rub your hands over my skin.

Nestle between my thighs.

Hot; you are burning to the touch.

Enter me.

With each thrust, melt my ice, feel it running down my thighs.

Pressing my forehead to your neck, breathing in the warmth.

My cries mingle with the salvation you give.

Lucky pieces

Fortune finds me. I shy away, turn my face, shut my eyes to it. But I hear it walking up behind me, feel the subtle kiss left behind on my cheek.

Right after, you appeared. Sunlight encased in skin, glowing. Warming.

Lips parting in a smile that caused me to close my eyes. Rays seeping out of you. Your hand lightly brushing my arm, leaving a gentle sigh, a brief memory of summer days.

Do you know that you must illuminate the night sky?

Breathing in the air you exhale, I taste jasmine on my tongue.

Once, I neatly refused. Twice brought a promise for later.

*

Watching the sky-soft violet, streaked with rose, fading to plum. The wind was tired and packing to go home for the night.

Water pulling away from the shore, as geese were shadows breaking free and flowing jerkily across the sand.

Then, night descended. First the smell of leather, smoke, vetiver.  Then your voice, coiled around my head. Sitting next to me, the heat of your body singed me.  Dark, dark you are. Inside, outside, every layer.

I was told sulfur stinks. Yet your breath is redolent of cloves.

You ask for later. I pretend that I have it to give.

*

Silent

The drive over is quiet, only a few souls slipping past in the dark.

Headlights sliding over you. Wheels crossing the damp streets.

They may as well be shadows, for all you care.

Your mind is full of me. My skin, my form.

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A soft slight jingle of the keys, as you let yourself in.

Snap goes the door latch, closing.

Creak is the sound of your steps, crossing the gleaming floor boards.

The door whisks as it glides open across the carpet.

Your heart catches with a click in your throat, as you see me, turn on the bed.

My breath settles softly around me. Yours is slowly escaping your flared nostrils-steam under slow pressure, seeking release.

Whirr is your zipper descending, followed by your belt buckle hitting the floor.

Faster than the moonlight falling through the window, you are naked.

A bead of sweat trickles down your strong back.

How many times has my tongue traced that same path?

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The springs moan gently as your weight settles on the bed, as you creep into position.

Your cock is so erect, you hear it throbbing and wonder how the thunderous noise does not startle me awake.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you pull the thin blue sheet down. Exposing my firm smooth splayed thighs.

Yet you do not let your eyes linger, or your fingertips.

Your eager tongue reaches in, tastes the warm moisture.

The bud awakens, which pushes my eyelids up.

I know your scent, you shape.

I open my legs wider, as your fingers spread my labia, allowing my clit to be enveloped by your soft lips.

My hair makes a buttery sound, as it hits the pillow in time with my tossing head.

Sharp and quick, I come.

Just as fast, you come into me. Sinking down to your base, grinding the root of your tree into my soil.

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Digging into me, I hear the slap of your slippery skin, the squelch of your cock jabbing in and out.  The wet panting our breath mingling in the cool night air streaming through the open window.

The bed groans and shudders with us, as we spiral over the edge and drop into the abyss of incoherence.

We hit bottom.

~

Leaving me there, you regain sanity.

Dressing, walking.

Closing the door behind you.

Anchored by the keys in your hand, the only thing that keeps you from floating off into the star-bright sky.

lifted up

Your voice, the thread that I follow that guides me out of a sound sleep. Grasping it with closed eyes, I will my body to rise, to follow where you lead.

Lying next to you, head nestled upon your chest, I look up. I want to see what you see, even as my sleepy eyes seek to close again-this time with the pleasure of your lithe right fingers in my hair and your left ones lazily brushing my nipples to awareness.

25 light years away is Vega, softly winking. My back arches, my thighs part.  I imagine that I am floating with you in Lyra. I vibrate in time with the strings of the harp.

16 light years from now is Altair, rotating rapidly. Your weight settles upon me, pulling my mind into Aquila. Like the flying eagle, you have descended. Pierce me with your talons and show me the moonlight captured in your eyes.

440 parsecs from here to there lies Deneb-blazing bright. You sweep me away, until I am at the tail end, dazzled and breathless. No more graceful flight has ever been executed. I am the swan that receives you, not able to shy away. Make me gentle, docile. Calm me.

The bridge is crossed and we are united. Yet the earth beneath us shifts, causing us to drift onto a new course, ever so slowly.