rm_Sallypus 52F
1056 posts
7/26/2005 6:08 am

Last Read:
3/9/2007 3:01 am


just a moment edged in sear,
your eyes sipping my skin,
your mouth rough on mine
hands greedy
and I can feel urgent all over you,
your skin gone tight,
to crysalis bursting,
and suddenly I have no interest
in poetry or sweet words,
innuendo or light...
I want the sear,
I want the heat,
and if it is quick and hard
leaned against a wall
rather than swaddled in satin,
if it is your hand
fingers working me
relentless and demanding,
your eyes pinning me,
while you have me standing...
you will hear not one word
that sounds like no.

buddhamike 105M
7006 posts
7/26/2005 8:24 am

Is there a cold shower around here? Nice thoughts Sallypus.

nitecrawler66 50M
11 posts
7/26/2005 9:00 pm

Beautifully felt,
* Magnificently written!
( always)


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