A lover’s dream

What is the ocean without the shore?
What is the day without the night?
What are the trees without the heavens to reach to?
What am I without you?

What is the sun without the rain?
Blues skies without the clouds?
Or bitter without the sweet?
Endless dreams without the dreamer?
No one to wake and live the dream…
No me without you.

But how untrue is this? For in reality, I am without you.
Every day I live in the realness that I may never see you again…
For tomorrow is not promised to anyone…
And dreams are often lies…
Made up of the mind
The mind of dreamers
Hoping and wishing
Instead of living in the reality of life…

Whatever that may be…
I would steal time just to be…
But oh how empty life would be
Without just a dream of thee…

It is what drives me to see another sunrise.
Feeling those ties that bind, between us.
Heaven bless the day when it is that…

Just US!

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She sits poised

She sits poised.
Waiting impatiently. Ready to fly away yet still waiting.
Hoping, wanting needing.
She yearns for his touch. To hear his heartbeat.
To feel it pulsate inside her.
She sits poised.
Offering herself. Submitting to his will and his will alone.
A lesser man will not relish her capture.
She sits poised.
She is masked to all but him. To him she bares all.
She is in her most natural form.
She embodies all that he desires.
If only he would reach for her.
She sits poised.
Only for him. Only for them.
Her wings will never full spread if not for him.
She sits poised.
Without them she is more delicate than the flowers.
Fragile to light, sound and touch.
Yet even rain, hail or wind will not move her.
For him, for them, she waits.
She sits poised.
He sees and is in awe. Surreal and visceral is his longing.
Closer he comes. Intent on his goal.
She sits poised.

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Wonder Twins

It is said opposites attract, but like minds BOND!
And when they do… Ohhh, the things that they do!
Opposite sex but almost mirror images of each other.
A connection shared unlike most. Thoughts linked so that arousal is always mutual. He licks, she cums. The sweet spot receiving the attention is not her’s but she revels in the shared thought of his arousal so she too is glistening wet. This is just a prelude of what’s to cum. A build up to the crescendo of their shared climax. The raw force being channeled into their third partner. Leaving her charged up but drained from expending and enduring it all. Hot, wet, dripping with sweat. The sweet scent of their combined essence weighs heavy in the air. It keeps them intoxicated yet senses heightened. They can hear each others’ heartbeat and light breath. All the while they both think, is she ready to go again?

No words exchanged simply slow caresses so hot they leave lines of flames across each others body parts. Their names are scorched across the back of the willing concubine.
She lays between them unknowing that she is a lamb between two wolves. Their hunger not sated but elevated and intensified with each passing moment, with each caress, with the smell of her scent. She has become the key to their pent up primal passions. He is King, she is Queen and she is their cortisone.
Though she is slightly spent she senses that her host and hostess want more. They want it all. Her essence and they will have it.

The sweetest taboo she thinks. Giving herself to her and letting him take her. Oh how delicious the thought is in her mind and how sweet the queen is in her mouth.
She is adrift, floating unable to clearly perceive what she is feeling. She can’t explain what her body is doing, how it is responding. She wants to scream, sing, cry all at the same time.
Her breath is heavy and ragged, heart in throat, heartbeat in head, King buried deep inside. The tongue dances on Queen’s clit and slides across King’s shaft as though she is squirting oil on a smooth running machine. Eruption is eminent!
Queen comes apart first. Like a parchment set ablaze. Her body is smoldering and writhing on top of King.
He is on the verge. His shaft is shimmering wet. She pulls him out. Queen let’s out a gasp, he moans as her lips envelops the tip then firmly sucks the throbbing shaft into her warm, wet and inviting mouth. That is the tipping point the precipice of which there is no retreat for him. His release is poignant signifying he has been freed as has Queen.

Bodies entangled and intertwined. Enchanting heat radiates from them. Finally they are sated. Tasting and partaking of each others’ drug has them feeling like they have tasted the god’s ambrosia! Thoughts are shared are as one, of how amazing, simply amazing. The kisses on this, and this and that!!! mmmm ….
Though feeling at the summit of the experience they are still feeling comforted,
protected,
and loved.

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Liquid Passion

You hold me, you look at me. Is it possible??!!
I feel you rush over me, crash over me, seep into me.
Flow within me like the river to the sea.
You cum down and cover me.
There is no build up to this crescendo.
It baths me full blast and leaves me in a swelling
recession of goosebumps and bulging lingam.
I am kissed on my lips then baptized and set adrift on
the sea of your essence.
Only to find myself again at the shores of your yoni.
Destined to set sail again. A voyage to end in a thousand
blissful deaths.
Being overtaken and submerged by you til the point of
breathlessness is in itself yet another cherished death.
Each one sweater than the last, leaving me wanting more.
Awaiting the next wave like a patient needing a blood
transfusion. In that I am reborn and the cycle renewed.

My breath burns like fire in my chest. You gladly
extinguish it almost without effort. Yet you devilishly
relish igniting me all over again. As we rock to and fro
riding the rhythm of the crests and basins of your

Liquid Passion.

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A Friday night..

As we pulled away from your house the scent of you flirted with my nose, enticing my shaft to become thick with want for you. I asked you how your day was, with the exclusion of your “007” antics earlier at my office, all the while trying to keep my passion under wraps for now. I could tell how your eyes scanned my body from head to toe that you knew that your presence aroused me. “So, where are we going?” you asked. “It’s a surprise.” I replied. When we pulled up to the door of my house you looked at me with a confused look. “I hope you’re not gonna try and get me to help you paint?” You laughed! “No, nothing like that.” I said. I got out the car and opened your door. “Just follow me.” I led you through the door. In one movement I closed the door and pressed you against it kissing you feverishly. Your lips tasted so good, but I had to stop before it went too far. “That was just a sample.” I looked at my watch. “8:00 on the dot, right on time.” “On time for what.”,  you said. I led you to the dining room. There waiting for us was our personal butler for the evening and a table romantically set for two. “Oh my!”,  you exclaimed. You were totally surprised. “I am Edward and I will be your butler for the evening.”,  he replied and slid your chair back from the table for you to take your seat. I took my seat across from you. In the center of the table was a beautiful arrangement of lightly fragrant white lily’s and small sunflowers surrounding two long white candles. You were beaming, smiling from ear to ear! The butler poured our drinks and lit the candles. Over by the bay window the harp player began to pluck the cords. You were completely elated! Then through the kitchen door came our chef for the evening, Chef Aghedo from Kenya . He had the servers to place our appetizers on the table as he described the dish and the entree to come. After the chef went back into the kitchen you looked at me smiling and said, “You are too much, this is too much.” “Why did you ask me to dress this way?”, I would have worn something much nicer.” “I know, but I didn’t want you to.” There is no need for you to put on anything more than what you have on for me. I would treat you like a queen even if you wore rags. I just wanted you to have dinner with me. Plain and simple. I’m glad you came. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world!” We continued our conversation throughout dinner, exchanging feral glances across the table from time to time. You flirted with the butler and the chef a bit. I was loving it! You were just so damn beautiful!

After we were done with dinner I thanked the chef for a wonderful meal and the butler for his service and the harp player for her beautiful music. We were stuffed! We were laying on the sofa in each others arms unable to move. “Oh man that was good!” I said. “Yes, it was. I am soo full.”,  you said as you traced your fingers slowly from my ear to my chin. “Thank you for a wonderful dinner. I was completely surprised. When did you plan this?” I smiled sheepishly and replied, “I planned this evening yesterday but you beat me to the invite.” “Now before we get too comfortable and fall asleep here I have some where to take you.” So off we went for a drive. I held your hand and you talked to me while the warm night air breeze gently blew through the open car windows. “Where are we going?” you asked. “To see something.” I replied short and sweet as not to give away the surprise. I pulled over at the next intersection and turned to you and asked you to put on a blindfold that I had in my glove box. Surprisingly without hesitation or question you said “o.k.” and put it on. Smiling the whole time. “I don’t know what you’re up to but you have already made my night. What else have you planned?” you asked. “I can’t answer that, but know that this was planned even before dinner tonight.”,  I said. Once I made sure you weren’t peeking and that it wasn’t too tight we resumed our drive. When we arrived to our destination I led you from the car with my arm around your waist and holding your hand as I guided you. “We’re running a lil late but I think we’ll make it.”, I said. “Make it for what?”,  you asked. “You’ll see in just a minute.” The breeze here was a little cooler, still warm but not hot like the air in the city. “It’s awfully quiet here. Where are we?”,  you asked. As I guided you to your seat I replied, “Are you ready to see?” “Yes.”, you answered. I took off your blind fold to reveal a spectacular view of the ocean. I stood behind you and held you close so I could feel your warmth and softness. “Now look over there, just past the big ship.” I said. “What is the orange bubble?”,  you asked. “Watch a little bit longer. I said. As we watched, the bubble grew, faster, faster, bigger. It was the rising of the full moon. Once it was free from the horizon it illuminated the entire night sky, making our view even more beautiful. I held you tighter around your arms pulling you closer to me. I could smell the soft scent of your perfume, feel your heart beat, and hear the sound of the waves below. It was a moment etched into my memory. I felt so full of love for you at that moment. I felt like my heart would burst. It was beating so fast just from being there with you. You turned and looked at me, gazing into my eyes and told me that you loved me. “Thank you so much for such a beautiful evening. You said as you kissed me with such warmth. I could feel your love in this kiss. It was like we had turned to dust from the heat and now danced free in the wind with the moon as our spotlight.

“Now it is time to top off our lovely Friday night. I have a surprise for you. Every night before I fall asleep I think of you. Hoping for the day that you would stay the whole night through. Ever since the day I saw your pretty face I’ve been in this zone. I caught a case of the love jones for you. There’s no denying what I feel for you is real, close your eyes and let me show you how it feels. This is destiny. Our souls are on fire. I’ve got the love you need and guaranteed to satisfy you. While we’re here the whole world is turning. We should be one, fulfilling our yearning.” “Did you like it?” I asked? “Of course I did.” you replied, “but what is this other surprise you have for me? I don’t think I can take much more.” Holding you in my arms I led you back inside where you realized we were in someone’s house. It was beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows and drapes, richly colored oil paintings, marble floors, a great fireplace that had a small fire burning. The furniture was immaculate white with colorful accents to compliment the paintings throughout the room. “Where are we? Who’s house is this?” you asked. “SSSHHH”, I put my finger to your lips. All will be revealed in time. I kissed you softly and then put the blind fold back on. “Noo, but…but… I wanna”…. I didn’t let you finish your sentence, as I took you by the hand and led you forward. “You are going to love this surprise, trust me.” I said. “I do trust you.” you replied. We reached the next room. We removed our shoes at the entrance. Walking forward we stepped down to a plush surface. It was cool but not cold. The room had a light scent of lavender and gardenia. You could feel the heat and light coming from the candles in the room. “Where are we?” you asked. From this moment on you are not to speak until I tell you to do so.” I said to you as I held you close and tightly around your waist with one hand and cupped your chin in my other, kissing you firmly. “Do you understand? You nodded your head yes.
I began to undress you. First I removed your jacket. Slowly unzipping your zipper, sliding your jacket off your shoulders. Kissing and sucking on your neck and shoulders. You were wearing a bodysuit that clasp between your thighs. “I will gladly save that for last.” I thought to myself. “I want you. I love you. I need you.” I whispered in your ear. “I need you to be YOU. Know that with me you have that freedom and I love you even more for it.” By now I had removed your sweatpants. You were standing before me in a black lace covered body suite and a blind fold. I held you in my arms tight. Both our hearts were beating so fast. We started to kiss like it was the last kiss we would have from each other. I began to slide down your body, ending up down to my knees with your thighs in front of me. I slowly moved my hand between your thighs feeling the clasps of your body suit. One by one I released the clasps. With each one released you gasped for air. As I reached the last one I could feel the warmth, softness, and moistness of your sweet divide. I could not resist to drink from your over running challis. My lips reflected the light of the candles from the wetness you left on them. You rocked your hips against me, holding my head firmly to your waterfall cummingki from between your thighs. As I rose to my feet I peeled your body suit from you like a second skin, revealing you in all of your natural splendor. “You are simply magnificent.” I said softly in your ear. “Now rub your body slowly. While I undress. I said as I began to move away from you. Watching you glide your hands over your beautiful skin. It looked golden in the candle light. You were my goddess. My Venus. My Aphrodite. My Queen.
Steps taken toward you,
manhood fully erect,
hands reaching out,
caressing all of you…

I am waiting!!

Clark Kent by day… Super Freak by night…lol… No one must know my secret identity….Will chocolate sex do? Words affect you. And you love people who know how to use words to draw you in… To make you curious, even spark desire in you. Then desire me!! Illustrating what I am feeling or what I intend to do you you with words tend to be a very powerful thing… Do my words make you tingle? I want that tingle to spread and intensify…. Let it wash over you like a warm shower. let it began to grow, multiply, intensify. Till it totally consumes you… Your thoughts entice it to grow… The idea of my presence and the warmth of my touch begs for your attention… mmmm, consumption is just the beginning… Completely devouring you is what’s to come… tasting the pure essence of you is my goal… Let go and let it flow… So hot till it glows soft blue. Have me you must and have me you shall… Tasting you haunts my thoughts… Having your scent on my fingers and your flavor in my mouth sends me into an erotic daydream… Hot and wet… Steamy from our sweat.. I want you to think of me, desire me…Fantasize about me… Entice you so that when we meet you are primal, carnal in your passion for me… Unleashing all that you have and taking in all that I have to give… You are free to explore what you like with me… The power of your passion excites me. Brings me to action as well. I wonder what would you do if I followed you into the woman’s bathroom and locked the door and proceeded to pull your dress up and your panties down. Then fall to my knees and began to lick your pussy from behind while you looked at yourself in the mirror…Bend you over, spread your ass and thighs and lick you from your clit to your ass… Make you all nice and wet!!

I am waiting for you!!!

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Just a day thinking about you!!

Passion and desire, hot like a southern summer night.
Warm, wet, glistening with sweat, Heart beating in my chest.
This can not be contained though I may try with all my might.
It feels like an eternity since you last touched me. Held me. Loved me.
Though goodbyes have been said I can’t help but to hear your voice in my head.
Come see me is what you say or maybe it just my body pleading, wanting , needing to see you. I can hardly stay still when I think of you touching my skin. Soft lips upon my cheek sliding down my throat to my chest. I can feel the heat from your parted lips as you slowly suck my nipple into your mouth. Our embrace becomes more entwined with each caress. As I move behind you, I touch the back of you neck and slide my fingers through your hair. While placing warm kisses on the top of your shoulders. I see the goose bumps on your skin and your firm nipples showing through your silk night gown. You lean back against me. You can feel my erection through my pants. Sliding the zipper down you move your hand inside. I pulsate in your grip, You now have me completely exposed. You move forward playfully pulling away from me. My Hands on your hips pulling you right back to me. So deep in you that you’re breathing for me. You arch your back and slide me in deeper. Groaning, moaning, hot, wet, sweaty, lustful passion. Finger tips trace your curves and tease the hot lava that is your essence flowing from between your thighs.

Fire in our eyes.

We are ravenous for each other.

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The Hunger

Now some of you will definitely relate. Some of you more than others!!!

Incredibly insatiable,

Overwhelmingly powerful,

Truly seductive,

Blindly desirable,

Unmistakably lustful,

Total satisfaction is elusive.

Each taste leads to the next.

An ever renewing flame, never extinguished.

Continuously building, engulfing mind, body, and the pure essence of your being.

Caution thrown to the wind.

Same as your will has been tossed aside by this tornado called Hunger.

Control is never completely regained. Merely mocked and imitated.

But that is the Hunger.

Control is absent like an aborted child.

Still chaos does not reign.

The will to be free like the wind is what remains.

Driven, craving, desired by

The Hunger.

It’s upon me now!!!

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