Body Thunder

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Two bodies

unclothed night

crashing desires

pounding need

flesh-torn lust riding the storm

full force

without warning

thunder

without rain

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December 2018

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Just A Wicked Night

Winds howled

in night’s sinful hands

corrupt love

danced without remorse

devilish eyes

tethered him

her female form

shameless

in nudity and power

bodies worshipped

in unholy freedom

nothing sacred

in lust’s dark

wicked chill

of her unrighteous moans

heightened his pleasure

with every thrust

until licentious euphoria

grabbed his soul

screams of final pleasure

last echoes of the night

*

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November 2018

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(Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge using the words “wicked chill”)

Stay Still

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He commanded her

to stand still

immobile and silent

against the wall

ever so slowly

he unloosened his tie

seductive, stern look glaring her way

one button at a time

the crisp, white dress shirt

opened

chiseled chest revealed

then cuff links left and right

torturous

for his beauty’s longing eyes

she licked her lips

wiggled knees a bit

“Still,” he demanded.

“Stay still.”

His eyes watched hers

devouring his body

he knew what she wanted to see

with patience of a master

he unbuckled his belt

tossing it near her high-heeled feet

he scuffed off each shoe

peeled down one sock then the other

a sly grin crept across his face

teasing with such pleasure

as he unzipped

and shed trousers

revealing stark, bare hardness

Her breath caught

legs clenched together

inner core strangled itself

in urgent need

masculinity of his every part

ripped through her

with quaking vengeance

wild and wet her inflamed desire

“Is this what you want, my love?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“And you shall have it.

Only after I undress every inch of you

in my unhurried leisure.  

You will wait patiently

as I do what I want

as slowly as I please.”

And his hand caressed her cheek.

*

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09/28/2018

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Between My Breaths

between breaths

I feel you

between my breaths

lingering

where you wish to touch me

like you did last night

crawling back over my skin

etching your passion

deeply and permanently

marking me

as your own

leaving my wanton need

begging for another night

when every aroused part of me

free falls

into your prurient world

until

that moment

all my stars explode

in climactic bliss

*

©MidwestFantasy

09/20/2018

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