Thursday, September 5, 2013

My Turn To Drive.....

I’ve played it your way
Let you force yourself inside me
Opened up to take you
Felt your fingers in my mouth
Heat against my flesh
Your icy hands around my throat making my breath shoot deep within my chest searching for warmth and quivering in fear….

I’ve played it your way
Unsure what you’re telling me but following you, aching to know what you mean
My body weak from indulging you
Me, mouth open, crawling back for more
Your inimitable flavor racing through my head
The craving for just one more taste akin to fingers tugging desperately at my flesh….

I played it your way but now it’s my turn
My turn to grind my pace upon you
My turn to take your flesh between my teeth
My turn to say when I want to feel your milky sweetness melt in my mouth
My turn to fearlessly swallow big, deep mouthfuls of you
My back straight
My heart open
My want, little fingers against my spine pushing me closer, further in, to you

I’ve got tonight
A lifetime to crave more
It’s our game now
I'm yours as long as you want me
You are mine as long as I have dreams to remind me.....


Unknown said...

She's at it again! Brilliant!

Ron Washam, HMW said...

My Gorgeous Samantha,

I love your late night poetry. Very sexy. And if you're driving, Baby, I got dibs on shotgun.

This must have been a helluva sexy wine.

I love you!

Samantha Dugan said...

Hard to stop once you get going right? Thanks for the tremendous compliment.

Ron My Love,
Lonely late night longing and a palate saturated with creamy richness, wish you could have been there....

webb said...

Sam, you may have to post a rating scale. Great post, err, wine.

Samantha Dugan said...

I was thinking that if I keep writing these I should have some sort of warning in the headline, for the photos far more than my posts which I like to think of as slightly erotic but not too much. The pictures on the other hand, YOW-ZA! Thanks for commenting miss!