La petite mort
March 25, 2009
She needs release.
Her fantasies driving her mad.
Making her obsess.
She needs a mans hand to stroke her.
To open her up like a soft flower.
Coral pink and gentle red.
Beautiful.
Explore her with your fingers.
Write your name on her clitoris with the tip of your velvety tongue.
Or the end of your cock.
Tame her wild ways.
Make her wet.
Make her taste you with the tips of her rosy lips.
Devour her needs.
Tie the rope.
Fasten it well around the curve of her delicate wrists.
Spread her legs like the wings of butterflies.
She needs this now.
Begging.
Her head thrown back against a halo of cushions that surround her head.
Candles pushing her shadows against yours.
Thrust in deep.
Taste her nectar.
Push her.
Create her world.
As her eyes close.
Her lips part to your invading mouth.
Fuck her.
Gently at first.
Allow her silk to coat your cock.
Now faster.
Harder.
Allow your moans to dance freely.
Move.
Gracefully.
Make her cum.
She’s yours.
© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe
March 26, 2009 at 2:55 am
Very stirring.
I love “halo of cushions that surround her head” and “Candles pushing her shadows against yours.” Say them aloud–they are music!
March 26, 2009 at 4:39 pm
all of these thoughts, words and wants have great appeal to me.
March 27, 2009 at 2:12 pm
I love this post..
I can almost taste, and feel the velvety nature of a woman’s (your) juices.
This leaves me wanting.
March 28, 2009 at 5:34 pm
You write beautifully, Charlotte…
~EA
March 30, 2009 at 4:25 am
Beautifully written!
April 5, 2009 at 3:52 am
Written just how it feels. Just how I like to feel it often.