3 drinks in

in a snap! of the fingers
i’ve crossed the threshold
into the land of urgent need
desire is an undulating dragon
whose roar says now!
and it becomes me melting
into my body paralyzing
my brain with only
one thought that drives
me release

my hand finds the front of your
pants and i rub your soft bulge
the feel of you makes the dragon
writhe in need
i smile into your face as i
(the dragon makes me)
quickly shed my clothes
rubbing my body on yours
I need it now i say
(and the dragon roars)
now

i climb on top in charge
my breasts against your chest
i crush and rub and my hips
begin the slow methodical circling
(the dance of the dragon)
your soft bulge becomes hard the
feel of it feeding the dragon and
we move in unison as one
morphed into a single writhing mass
of lustful sexual anticipation

in a universe of only one thought
one desire
one need and that is
to feel your hard cock in me
you flip me over pulling
my legs apart and around your neck
you push with frenzied hot hard pumps
like a battering ram
and I urge you on
dragging nails on skin and
moaning a primal song as i
meet your every stoke
until the restless dragon is finally
slayed

is slayed and slowly retreats
into the deep black hidden
lair that is it’s home,
basking in the release,
sated….
until the next
snap! of the fingers

the secret of music

music touches a part of me that’s secret. Oh, i know it does that for everyone but there are songs that touch me that are unique to me, individual to me, for reasons known only to me. a song comes on the radio and immediately I am in the past, in the moment, feeling the feelings i associate with that particular song and space in time.

a few years ago i had a lover i was totally infatuated with - he was so hot and so cool and so perfect in my eyes. he’s still my lover today but the fire isn’t as hot as it was then…because now i have him, i’ve made him dependent on my sexual techniques and love of sex. now there is no mystery, no challenge, no discoveries to be made or anticipated. i am still crazy for him but in a less intense way.

can you understand? i want that crazy, intense, sexually charged feeling again. i think i am drowning.

here is the song that takes me back to a day in 2005 when i was driving to a rendezvous with him, anticipation like a palpable thing in my car, only wanting to be with him, to please him, to have him in my mouth and pussy…..it was oh so decadent and so, so good.

Come out upon my seas,
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease

compartments

once you told me you were good
at compartmentalizing

is that what you’ve
done
put me in a
compartment,
slammed and bolted
the door

I’m curious
what is the nameplate on
my door?

ex-friend?
twice fucked?
expected too much?
not worth it?
crazy bitch?

i have compartments too
and one is yours, my
problem is i haven’t
bolted it
yet - but i will

your nameplate will say
authorized persons only
to remind myself that
i am not

Musical Poetry

IF…..

You’re part of me
But you don’t even know it

3WW: i’ll sing to you

i’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight

as it’s mysterious silvery beams pour

over my body as warm as your man essence

feels sliding down my legs

i’ll roll my hips in a primitive pagan dance

older than the earth , from the time

of stars and galaxies and flying moons

from other worlds

there will be no reason, no thought, no intellect

only passion, desire, lust, instinct

and the movement of my body in the moonlight

I’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight

even as

you turn your indifferent face

away

Poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday XCIII, writing prompts:

Indifferent
Pour
Reason

i want to lay with you

*Warning: explicit language*

i want to lay with you in
the heat of the day
with the rattle of the
window unit in the
background and
the smell of stale cigarettes
fading into a suggestion of
lusty interludes before
ours

i want to lay with you
me
on my stomach
you
mounting me from
behind
stroking first carefully
then
forcefully just the way
i need it
your hands cupping my
tits teasing my nipples

i want to lay with you and
stroke you engorged cock
staring and stroking
staring and stroking
needing to feel you
between my burning lips, sucking
giving you pleasure you never knew
before

i want to lay with you and
run my fingers over your
tattoo as you
lick my wet slit and
bring me to a
hot
trembling
addicted
oblivion

i want to lay with you

Who are you, blackberry?

some days

Bones’ writing prompts for today’s 3 Word Wednesday are “Deny~Smile~Uncomfortable”.

This one came easily to me today since I had been mulling some thoughts in my mind the last couple of days and the prompts fit in nicely. Thanks, Bone.

~~~

some days

some days i’m happy and
i don’t give a fuck and
it’s easy to deny

some days i’m bitchy and
i ooz venom and
i’m uncomfortable in my
bones, in my skin, in my rage

some days i’m dreamy and peaceful
then i see you in my mind the way
it used to be and
i smile

and no matter how unconcerned
i feel on the happy days
or how venomous i feel on the bitchy days, i still
end up wanting when i think of you
on the peaceful days

spontaneous combustion

cruising the streets
she hides her eyes behind
Jacki O. sunshades
her destination is waiting
with the flick of a match
and a lazy smile

sunspots on the glass flicker
her eyes now blurred but still
searching for
the whisp of grey smoke
that is the signal
of a fire that’s smoldering,

she steps from the car
(she is the spark)
and into his arms,
(he is the flame)
and they are
spontaneous combustion
in a searing white ball of fire

and they say it is illegal
to burn in the city

heh

Today’s poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday. The words are Blurred, Illegal, Match.

Musical Poetry

Is It A Crime?
This song has all the necessary components: lyrics, arrangement, visual, voice and ambiance.

This may come, This may come as some surprise
but I miss you
I could see through, all of your lies
But I stll miss you
He takes her love, but it doesn’t feel like mine
He tastes her kiss, her kisses are not wine, they’re not mine
He takes, but surely she can’t give what I’m feeling now
She takes, but surely she doesn’t know how

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too

My love is wider, wider than vitoria lake
My love is taller, taller than the empire state

It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too

My love is wider than vitoria lake
Taller than the empire state
It dives and it jumps
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back

Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too

It dives and it jumps
And it ripples like the deepest Ocean
I can’t give you more than that
Surely you want me back

Tell me
Is it a crime

deliciously inevitable

Thank you, Bone, for today’s prompts for 3WW: Delayed, Edge, Focus.

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lately i cannot focus
on the mundane yet necessary
activities of life

because your words to me
are constantly floating
on the edge
of my thoughts

“lady, horny lady”

thinking of those words makes me smile

no
they make me laugh
delightedly and it
feels really good and
really sexy

ah, anticipation and desire
delayed by time and distance
yet
deliciously inevitable

all about

i like that you are always in a
good mood
i like that you are turned on
by me
i like that you aren’t
dark
moody
or
uninterested unless it’s
all about you

I like that you make me
feel like it’s
all about me
that makes me
want to make it
all about you
which, in turn, makes it
all about
what’s gonna
happen

just a matter of time

the way i like it

your body presses against mine
and i feel
your prickly beard scratch
my neck

i feel
your chest crushing
my tits

i feel
your calloused hands stroking
my ass

and

i feel your hard, throbbing cock
pushing between
my thighs, impatiently

you roll me over and climb
on top of me in
one
swift
forceful
movement, lifting
my legs over your
shoulders and pushing
into me, hard

just the way i like it

I tried to use the prompts on 3 Word Wednesday on this…but I just couldn’t fit in the word “average”.

divine

maybe being cautious is

human

but being reckless is

divine

This short little poem was inspired by3 Word Wednesday.

Today’s prompts were Cautious, Human, Maybe.

Musical Poetry

Sometimes relationships, whether purely sexual or a lifetime commitment, dance a fine line between love and hate. This song, as beautifully and heartbreakingly sung by Chrissy Hynde, is for you out there who dance, or have danced, that fine line …..
“It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate”.

Its a thin line between love and hate
Its a thin line between love and hate

Its five oclock in the morning
And youre just getting in
You knock on the front door
And a voice sweet and low says
Who is it?
She opens up the door and lets you in
Never once asks where have you been
She says are you hungry?
Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat
Pass me your hat
All the time shes smiling
Never once raises her voice
Its five oclock in the morning
You dont give it a second thought

Its a thin line between love and hate
(repeat)

The sweetest woman in the world
Could be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way
You keep hurting her
Shell keep being quiet
She might be holding something inside
Thatll really, really hurt you one day

I see him in the hospital
Bandaged from foot to head
In a state of shock
Just that much from being dead
You couldnt believe the girl
Would do something like this, ha
You didnt think the girl had the nerve
But here you are
I guess action speaks louder than words

Its a thin line between love and hate