Deep breaths
I find myself trying to collect my thoughts, plan my
next move and pull myself together in between a series of increasingly deep
breaths.
Almost like in those seconds when I’m standing
still, that warm bubble of air stretching my chest, all the noise around me is
hushed by the sucking in and letting go and that’s my time to steady my legs, hear
myself…try and feel like myself until I have to exhale and react to the next
thing that needs me.
Deep breaths…
Fuck.
I’m tired of thinking
Tired of over thinking
Tired of feeling like if I just did a little more
thinking I could figure it all out….
Tired of waiting
Tired of wanting
Tired, really fucking tired of the sound of my own
breath…
Can you, be here with me tonight?
Just tonight
Lead me
Take me
Make me
Let me….
I’m aching to let myself slip just a little. Feel
the rush as my feet stumble from the tightrope. Lose my breath as I twist in
the splendor of heart racing, exhilaration, anticipation and probable regret.
Hear only the thump of my own wildly beating heart in my ears as I try to
balance again. Feel the fleshy bits of my face pull high and tight as my eyes
settle in on you, hone in on you and the buried scraps of my own personal wicked, the way both
cause the sides of my mouth to turn up and pry all my bits apart. Ask myself what a good girl would do
and wait for that hissing voice with its forked tongue to whisper, “Who the
fuck cares?”
Touch me
Hold me too tight
Show me
Correct me
Force me
Punish me
Forgive me....
Forgive me....
I’m ready, tonight. Ready to meet you. Meet you in
that place that you and I go. Away from the stage we are asked to preform upon.
Away from the eyes and expectations. Hours away from the accusations and guilt.
Ready to feel your curious hands and
fingertips. Ready to have you hold me down and make me hear and feel you….only
you. Your power pressed against my chest, the most captivating and riveting quiet
there is. Ready to fold into your palms, have the air sucked from my lungs, the
power of my limbs surrender and succumb to the weight of Us.
Can you quiet me
Make me scream
Cause me to rethink my position
Make me crave a new one
Inspire me to not give a shit….
My mouth sweet and ready. Lips like my desire,
swollen and open. Skin exposed and aching. Head too fractured to fight, until
you need or want me to. Soul pliable, craving, cavernous, longing to be spread
and exposed even further. My eyes looking to you for the next slide of a player
across the board…
Are you ready to check me? Study my game, my next
move…do you understand that the deep grooves imbedded in my bottom lip are my
tell? My readiness to let myself get lost in your touch causing my teeth to
bare down and try to restrain the tongue that craves exploring you, discovering
us…
Can you be here, with me tonight?
Can you hear my breath calling you
Begging you
Blaming you
Taunting you
Taunting you
I’m diving in
Head first into a night of my own blissful
destruction
You coming with me?
You ready to tell me where to go next
Take my hand
Take both of them
Make me
Make me
Shake me
Just for tonight, break me
I’m Yours….
I need this
Need you...
Now
Please….
Need you...
Now
Please….
4 comments:
I only have one word for this post: fuck! Okay, two more: loved it.
Thanks lady!
My Gorgeous Samantha,
I was about to send you an email asking you to write something for me. It's been too long. And then, wow, here you are, naked and lovely as ever.
Yes.
That's my answer to all your questions.
Welcome Back. There's no one like You, My Love.
I love you so.
As someone previously noted
Fuck
Ron My Love,
Awe Baby, you didn't even make me beg.....
I love you too and it has been too long.
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