Wrong One

Glittering in darkness
feral eyes
following every move
caressing every curve
waiting until he can claim her.
Make her
mark her
as his own.
Means to an end
gyrate to music
same moves every day
choreographed
bend
shake
grind
dollars in the g-string.
Drool
lips slick
playing
jiggling
under the table
fierce grin
sensations roar
sight narrowed to one girl
the chosen one.
Made him
he could be trouble
stalker trouble
do not make eye contact
same smile for all.
Night’s end
girls leaving
groups of two
three
none dumb enough to walk alone.
Cars in darkness
lit by street lights
shadowed spaces never really seen
check the backseat
before opening door.
Wait……
had it not been locked?
Senses alert
slip into seat
hackles raised
flick of wrist
blade extends.
Quick breath in
lust surges
leap up
reach for swan like neck
pristine
for now….
scream
reflex
training takes over.
Blood covered
feral eyes glitter in the night
wait for the police…..
he picked the wrong woman to fuck with.
©Jan. 12/20
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Blending Bodies

Blushing
soft pink
suffucing my body
coral glow
demure eyes
looking away
afraid
you feel not the same.
Gentle finger beneath the chin
guide my eyes to yours.
Push back
the curtain of my hair
a shiver between the thighs.
Breath
short
sharp
grip my chin
pull me in
flick of your tongue on my lips.
Groaning
your hand cups the back of my head
fingers spread through my hair
light grip
pull me back
teeth upon my throat.
Sparkles
tingling
spread through my body
light bubbles
stroking nerves
fingers dig into your shoulders.
Knees weaken
whimpers
deep in my throat
eyes languid with lust
take me
catch me
weakened legs give out.
Gathered in your arms.
Heart racing
staring into your eyes
I prepare
liquid wet
to welcome you
to wrap around you
bringing you to shuddering pleasure
our cries…..
intermingled.
©Dec. 16/19
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Hero of my Heart

All I want…..
your hands on my body
your lips
trailing kisses neck to knees.
I want to feel….. 
desire
to squirm with delight
your body against mine.
I imagine…..
things that only you can do.
I imagine….. 
kisses that only you can give.
I imagine….. 
hunger filled nights
sated mornings
I imagine…..
dreams
floating on clouds
and soft beds.
I imagine…..
a love like the ones read.
I imagine…..
a life
as found in fantasy
and wonder
was I once a fairy princess?
Where is my Hunter?
Sent to capture and instead…..
makes love.
Where is my King?
Who sees the truth and still…..
craves me.
Where is my Jester?
Touched by the ugliness
the horror
of heart and soul
of demons I cannot shed
he comes to me.
Protector.
Guardian.
Champion.
White knight 
on a fine white steed.
Hero of my heart.
©April 21/19
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Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

The moon is full,
the beast does arise
howling with frustration
with beauty wise.
No one can tell
no one can tame
lost in the moonlight
a singular lust uncontained.
A mournful note
hangs unbidden
over tender throat.
Teeth bared
saliva flashing
bodies wrapped
with primitive heat.
The fire that burns
searing the souls
of two twined.
Come daylight
they break apart
their masks in place
returning
always
to play their parts.
when two come together
when minds
bodies
hearts
connect
incandescent.
Feb. 7/19
Photo by Yannick Menard on Unsplash

Miss You

I miss you
miss your arms around me
miss the smile you give me
when what I say
it makes sense to you.
You listen to me
listen like no one has ever done
making me wonder
who you are
what your game is with me.
Why do you reach out?
Why do you make me feel?
I was content for it to be playful
no emotions
no feelings.
You changed the game
or was it me?
And now we look at one another
eyes hooded with lust
with desire
with trust.
All I want to do
is crawl into your arms
to have you stare into my eyes
I want to wrap my legs around
draw you close
baby please draw me near.
We are scared
we are daring
we want one another
what we don’t want
is the pain
the fear
that we carry in our hearts.
Aug. 22/18

History

Lips meeting
tongues caressing
body to body
we yield.
The scent of you
the aroma of me
combined
is heady to the senses.
Caresses light
fingers trail across skin
heat follows each touch
as moans fill the air.
The times we have together
redolent of past lives
for we fit
two pieces of a puzzle
unlike with anyone ever before.

Howling at the Moon

Last night
wrapped within the warmth of your arms
forgetting that there were others around
my moans became a wailing tune
as you made me howl to the moon.
Twisting and turning
sheets entangled with legs
mouths reaching
senses bleeding
as we became one.
Lost
our moans filled the house
forgetting how thin the walls can be
let’s just say
this morning with red face
I felt so awkward
as everyone pretended they had heard nothing.
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