Claimed as mine...

Bent over n exposed. The thought occurs to wonder of the escaping words. So sweet on my sight. Gentle n firm as pulses spike. Stand there n wait as I admire your curves. Watching you kink's patience want to be heard.  Oh how lovely you look bared to me. Legs so smooth from clothes freed. Spread them n feel how I'm just being you. Close enough to touch but outta reach to keep you loose. As fingertips brush your flesh anticipating a grab. Just to lift from your being to tap your azz. Sending a sting to your mind and a rush to you heart. Claimed by hormones ever so charmed. Shh, listen to by body drop to my knees. As heated breaths warm your hidden seam. With soft kisses to take your breath. Simultaneously enjoying how your ankles are being tied to the bed. Mmm the taste of you is a crave like no other. Felt you are as a irreplaceable luv'r. A play thing needing desires met. As one lick makes your body vent. Feel the flow of the stroke slide back and forth. Grind a lil while I press for more. In between your lips to release to juice within. You're a tasty lil treat who now has a grin. So lean on back into where I bow to please you. Rotating you hips in sync with my use. From side to side I go until I rotate around your clit. With a flick n a suck just to hear you beg for the dick. And who am I to tell you no? Other than the alpha male now I'm control. As I reach for your wrists to restrain them behind your back. Nibbling on your cheeks just to tease the fact. Stripped of all your ability to escape is how I want you the most. Now feel me penetrate you as you begin to moan. In n the out with a twist in the hips creating life. Playing in the hot before my eye. Thrusting deep into your passion I bottom out without fail. Touched within the deepest gasps you could ever exhale. Long and thick I go you whole. Sliding into perfection with the trio of having you alone. Take it. All of me as you drip. You so wet wrapped around my cock. As I pull you hair as I hit the spot. Again and again and again I pulsate to the inevitable burst. Cum for me and I'll dive down and show you worth. That's it, get that shit. Get it! Now remain still while I eat you alive. Face buried in between your thighs. Dripping from your juices I like to play in my food. From clit to azz I can feel you move. And once again you nut. Awakening the beast within is a rush. So I stand and give you a moment as your legs shake. Just to forcefully take you for my own escape. Digging hard and fast to hear your whimper a sigh. Erect asf to the sensation I claim as mine. I luv when you explode. Fuck yeah, now take my looooooad....

Just another face...

Desirable until the moment of the changing of the tide. In to touch the shore to create the swim just to retract as a thought in the mind. To be once luv’d as a phase the end is the night claiming the horizon’s edge. Lost to the depths is relations in times waiting on the ledge. Descending back to earth after flying in the clouds ever so free. One is wanted just prior to the drift separating the heart from dreams. For so long the interaction is a beautiful thing. N then a switch clicks n the transformation lands in a harsh loop at living a different sender of free. Having a expiration date that comes from outta the blue. As there’s no way of explaining why people rethink relations on the move. Going through phases as phrases of luv all sound familiar to the ear. Honey, baby, shugas being a repeated tongue tied fear. Becoming just another face put back into the circulations cycle set on repeat. Trying to avoid the thought of all the long lost dreams...

It's just...

It’s the way the heat from your breath touches my inner ear. It’s the softness in ya kiss that settles my great. It’s how your fingertips press into my muscles ache. It’s the care you take to soothe ease the weight this works upon e creates. It’s a friend I’m you never fades. It’s your smile when you see my face. It’s one moment that’s gotten better everyday. It’s you free will that I cannot help but to match as the same. It’s the understanding you have to relate bcuz we’re on the same page. It’s you that defines pain as you say my name. It’s on the way you move when music reaches you’re rhythm. It’s how you’ve gotten into my system. It’s the silence of your words that needs not spoken. It’s the texture of your skin when my hands rub in the lotion. It’s how you somehow don’t exist. It’s the fact of the matter of how can you be missed? As I feel the linger within hold all hope. It's how your presence is felt even though we've never together been alone.

Still…

Good mornin’. Welcome back from your dreams. Yeah, I’m still here. How’d you sleep? You wanna try to race to the rest room? Nah, me either. But I would like to snuggle for a bit. Until we fully awaken. Just to feel the texture of your skin. Honestly there’s nothing else better than awakening to you. Knowing we have nothing we need to do. Just to lay still and enjoy who we are. Allowing emotion to flow to how naturally the motion flows in heart. Slide on over here. Get comfy before we get up. Be wrapped up n feel safe. I like when you scoot near to the touch. Mmm. Yes, that’s it. Create the never ending sigh. In a moment that never ends. Tucked behind the blinds as the sun comes up. Just be still with be as the day breaks. Just for a lil while. As is as the soothe relaxes the face.

On my mind…

I watch your body move and think of desires come to life with you in the middle of the night. But it’s just an attraction I play with mentally that doesn’t define your

shine. As that little twinkle in your eye I pretend is meant for me. Just before I realize I’m imagining the sweetest interaction made of dreams. Oh how the motion of your lips blowing a single kiss creates a throbbing pulse. Just the sight of you brings to life the inner makings as I climb my own walls. Wanting to feel you close enough to touch and tease like I’ve never done. But I remain as silent as the thoughts in my head craving to introduce an us. Loosening to the thrill so we are a new version of self to open up. As I shut my eyelids to look away so I don’t overstep my place admiring how beautiful you’d appear in luv. But I’m not trying to rush what you do not know as I loosen up to the smile that surfaced upon my face. With my stare flowing with your physic’s curves that captures our claim. You have me going back and forth within attempting to fight the urge to speak. Noticing how breathtaking your natural drift processes the real me. I haven’t came out in so long, but it be you that would justify why. I like having you on my mind.

Be you…

Imma need more than the skin you live in to give me a thrill. The shape of your body is just a figure in the mind stimulating the imaginations will. What else is there to attract my attention? Do you and I’ll follow your intentions. Straight to the sweet flavor you hide. But leave the kink outta the mix long enough to enjoy a lil of life. I’ve been over here wondering in thoughts that forever wanna jump to conclusions. So let me in on who you are so I’m not looking at another illusion. Depths would be nice. A real smile would be even better than a bland hype. Yes I’d like to know a few rings you never tell anyone. It’s the only way to conclude a determination worth considering likes transforming into trust. Do show how in the now you’re open to the feel. To a complex situation of friends on another level facing what’s real. As I stand in place waiting on what I havta know before lingering on. Following the texture of your cheek as a norm. It’s deeper than vanity getting its way. Softer than fingertips roaming as they play. What I crave in being the chests cage locked up. And I’m here reaching for the contents of what could never be hushed…

As whole…

To fuck with meaning. Having a deeper feeling than the pulse of genitals releasing. Moving in sync as emotions dig. Accepting sighs and heavy pants of breaths that crawl upon the skin. With nerves in a moment of sensitive trade. Changing expressions in the claiming of the face. Gaining another as a piece of self. Rolling topside of a bed felt. Craving time to slow before it end. Earning the presence of a never ending friend. In the middle of the heat exchanged. As it’s more than sex that calls out one’s name. Passionately fucked into nights that pause in motion. Creating a different and much needed type of devotion. Like animals in the dark. Allowing another to enter the heart. To roam freely as bodies interact. Physically gasping when groped as the tongue reacts. Speaking filth into the open air. Caught by an ear intrigued by the sound of relations so rare. Free to be as the kink within can live in true form. Played with in a tampering violated norm. Bringing out the inner most sacred details that are willing to mingle. Changing statuses that transform from the state of being single…

One by one…

Friends made is change in the makings. From strangers to comforts too close for the takings. Moving up levels one by one. Transforming the knowing into a consideration of emotions full blown. Capturing another in true form. Having them around long enough to become a natural norm. As the old self looks on to who has risen to the occasion on the flesh. Noticing the mirror mimic expressions upon a luv’rs face giving their best. Just for a random day to awaken to the fade. Driving the mind to reconfigure thoughts that cannot escape. The end comes near in the presence of luv’s coarse running through. Cutting ties as that special someone is let loose. Free from the restraints of relations worth is given back. Held as the wonder of different not understanding how to place them into a past. From start to finish in one of many chapters where characters play the part. Trying to keep safe the contents of the heart. Attempting to remove the rotten vibes that claim the good once lived. Just to havta eventually stare at someone else in the same way n transfer kisses that share the simplest thing as a kiss.

As I am…

This is the defensive me. The single version that luvs to be free. What you see is an individual who’s had enough. Someone who doesn’t get to close to the comfort of touch. Keeping life simple and to the point. Knowing everyone past a friendship I must avoid. Who I am is not out out I n the open on certain levels. I’ve buried pieces of my deepe than r the reaching of shovels. As practically I can be seen in the flesh. But mentally I wear a vest to protect my chest. Finding humor to be the answer to life’s lil moments add up. Believing no one could ever earn my trust. I’m the image in your eyes that hides just outta sight. Right beneath the surface hoping no one ever defeats my fight. For the resistance to tension somewhat whole is far too real. And it has nothing to do with how I feel. To me emotions cloud thoughts unique naturally ability to breathe. I live without relations that aren’ attempt too mold a silhouette in the dark as I dream. Talking from my pieces that get misplaced and lost over time. I’d rather be alone in rare form before I live a lie. So it’s bye prior to the depths grasped by a strangers cause. Accepted by me as my own flaw…

Fuck it…

Fighting. Resisting. Not in the mood to give in. Rebellious. Definitive. Having a worth within. Aching. Pretending. Nothing matters. Lost. Stubborn. Self cannot seem to feel flattered. Emotionless. Cautious. The heart begs to heal. Removed. Disciplined. The mind is real. Time. Paused. There’s an endless void. Wondering. Distant. There’s nothing to enjoy. Wasteful. Done. Opposite thoughts conflict. Hopeless. Deprived. Life goes on with its twist…

Digging into defines…

The mystery of not knowing much. Like eyes that haven’t seen the naked flesh. Wanting to touch. Creating a pulsating influence from thy chest. It’s the unknown of everything to know. Hope at its best. With the feeling of self that might not havta spend a forever alone. Straight from the chest. As if a puzzle that needs fingers to place the pieces in sync. There’s a wonder that craves depths beneath a sigh. Taking the time to get to know what there is about a daydream. In the makings of feeling intentions come to life. From strangers to friends or somewhere in between or even so much more. There’s things one doesn’t know. Things that’ll spark desires to relate to the flames core. Warming up to feel of comforts throne. In the belonging with the dropping of the guard. Dipping into the individuality that awaits an equal movement in motion. Capturing the mind’s control of the heart. In awe accepting emotions relocation. Shared in a moment of use. Figuring out the configuration within another’s will. Looking at what appears to be proof. Simply going with the thrill..

Pouring out…

I can feel you cry. I know when your eyes cannot hold in the emotions leaking from within. For mine drip from outta the blue. Somehow connected with you. As I cannot find you to see what I can do to help you live. Tears fall at the most random times. When you’re down it reaches me. Pulling on a stream that flows knowing you’re hurt. Straight from your heart to mine my eyelids weep. Sometimes I wonder if you’ve lost your worth. Sitting in a mindset where you’re broken somehow. As the vibe moves silently into my own chest. Sending a rush that lingers on. While your out there tearing up giving life your best. I’m here feeling every ripple worn. Upon the face that I can not see. Imagining the pain that changes expressions from such a beautiful being to a distraught whisper no one can hear. Fading off to somewhere else so your not so weak. My tear ducts release your fears…

You’re priceless…

I’m guilty of the pleasure of the feel of your skin. Deepening the depths sinking in. Addicted I am to the flow of the texture of your flesh. One touch n I’m losing myself n there just isn’t any help. Only fix is to stroke you with a caress that soothes the crave. Hands on I’m willing every time to enjoy a bit of life pulsating when you say my name. Making it hard for me to ever tell you no. One little whispers and emotion flows. I’m a goner to the stare you lay out upon me. Defining the transition of how wants become the norm of needs. So soft the look it takes me to places I’ve never been. On a journey with you by my side to find the tickle in our ribs. You’re priceless to the sensitivities as our palms meet in a wild game of desire. I’m guilty of pressing my lips to yours. It’s unavoidable in the moment being able to do more than dream of more. As my heart surges when you’re beneath my fingertips laying still. Damn if you ain’t the ultimate thrill. In my presence so I cannot see anyone beyond your existence. As you’ve gotten past my infiltrated line of defenses. With one itty bitty crack of a smile I collapse for you to do as you please. Trusting my willingness is put to use in ways I can be me. Free is the feeling you cause when you come close enough to open me up. As I believe there’s pieces of me that lean into the makings of luv…