Why can’t I stop
Why can’t I want to stop
Why don’t you want me to stop
Why does your breath on the back of my neck beg me
to never stop….
Why can I feel you calling out to me
Chiding me
Riding me…
Making my back arch and neck bend with the very idea
of you sliding inside of me…
My breath sucked deep and inflexible moving my chest
Want for you dizzying, directing my coy movement next…
Eyes fixated
Lips wetly elated
Teeth piercing the lips that have painfully waited
Tongue plunging and prodding
Heart pounding and thumping
Throat raw, wanting and desperately haunted…
No more want
This is need
I need your unique nibble
Right there…Baby
That’s it.
I'm yours...that is
Why
Vulnerable/Voluble/Vexing
ReplyDeleteIntoxicating/Inviting
eXquisite/eXotic/eXactly
Enthralling/Erotic
Nasty/Nice/Nuff said.
a Very lucky man, your man.
WtE
Winey,
ReplyDeleteLast night my man was Palo Cortado and it was me that was the lucky one. Nice to see your name here...been missing you.
It's a short trip from oloroso to olo-arouse-o! I understand and should have known. Now, excuse me while I soothe my 'cut stick' with your veil of flor, mon cheri.
ReplyDeleteWoohoo! This is what I'd call a Classic Sans Dosage post. Kinda leaves shivers running up and down the spine...
ReplyDeleteWinery,
ReplyDeleteRawr...
Marcia,
Is kind of old school isn't it? Just couldn't contain myself last night, so damn, sexy that wine.
Now, Sam, if a Sherry, or any other wine for that matter, breathes on the back of my neck, I am afraid it will mean that I have already hit the floor.
ReplyDeleteThe rest, of course, was classic.
Respectfully yours,
The Charles Once Known As Puff Daddy
Got a light?
ReplyDeleteSir Charles,
ReplyDeleteOh I kinda like the sound of that, "Sir Charles". Okay love, I will defer to your far more intricate and illustrious vocabulary, what do you call that shiver? The one that starts like a dart in your belly, makes your torso jerk forward, sensitive skin pull tight and erect as this nearly mystical orb of heat and want slithers down your spine and across your shoulders? I've always called that something breathing on my neck but I would be happy to use another if mine implies a carpet face plant! Um and just so you know, gave me a big ol' grin when I saw that the Sir Charles of Puff Whose Your Daddy, had commented on my silly, somewhat pervy Sherry post, so thanks for that.
Jess,
Matter of fact, I don't. Tomorrow marks my 3 month anniversary of being smoke free so I am without light as it were. Fuck me I miss it but am now so vested that even my inner pleas of, "Just one more pack..or one more puff" won't sway me, least for now. So I am sorry my beloved girl, I have no light but if I can inspire your craving...well that feels even better!
"Who's" not "Whose" dammit...
ReplyDeleteAn orgasm?
ReplyDeleteCharlie,
ReplyDeleteI was trying to be a bit more subtle kid.