Quiet Rumination

Look hard
beneath the surface
see the truth
the reality
skull
wide eye orbs
gallows swinging
I am here
I stand before…..
No one.
Myself.
You.
Society.
All look
not a one will see
insisting I am fine
the cracks
the flaws
papered over with crimson fears.
Lost
broken
no longer afraid
sit
content
watching the waves
debris of my life
washed upon the shore
awaiting close review
introspection
long hard look
a new truth
my own…..
these radical thoughts
feelings
they are nothing new
only now my eyes are open
I can see clear.
©Nov. 30/19
Picture is my own taken
Matlock Beach 2019

Daddy’s Pleasure

Please note this is a continuation is a series. Prior to reading this poem you must read the four proceeding to understand the concept and meaning. These poems are sexual in nature between two consenting adults. Please consider this is a kink and do not judge.

I step back
babygirl remains
pressed to the wall
eyes wide
mouth moued
lips trembling
the heat of my body leaving yours.
My look
long and lingering
before I kneel at your feet
looking up at you.
I tickle my hands up your thighs
hearing your sounds
pleasured by your moans
until I come to your dripping lips.
With gentle care
I part them
before me your clit
hard
throbbing
needing my tongue.
That first flick
your legs begin to shake.
I slide two fingers inside
your warmth contracts
slick and wet.
I find your g-spot.
I feast upon the table
laden with sweet scents
salty tastes
golden blushed wine
gushing over my face.
I back away
still on my knees
looking up at you
adoring you
while you….
you are unable to move.
©Nov. 28/19
Picture via Pinterest