I sit…
Wait…
Blindfolded
Tied
Squirming
With thoughts
Of how
You’ll touch me
Burning
With urges
I cannot control
Longing
To hear footsteps
Feel your anxious breath
Upon my tender neck
Singe my ears
with dirty thoughts
I sit…
Wait…
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©MidwestFantasy
September 2019
My breath catches
as his fingers
work their magic
eyes riveted
on each other
turn on
watching reactions
—
pleasure builds momentum
squirms and sighs ensue
hands leave nothing
to chance
—
powerful thrusts
soon take over
urgency evident
in writhing hips
eagerness to please
obvious on our faces
—
together
cries of ecstasy
ring out
shudders overtake my body
panting breathlessness
consumes me
and I stare
into the glory of his bliss
as he stares into mine
*
©MidwestFantasy
June 2019
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Her breath
gasps of sensory pleasure
Her words
“Don’t stop”
music to his ears
Her writhing hips
thrill to his eyes
Her legs
clenched ’round
his deepest gratification
*
©MidwestFantasy
March 2019
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He knew
every kind of kiss
making her purr
from eyelids to toes
tonight’s exploration
would be no different
every inch of her honored
every sigh his reward
his sensuously soft kitten
a wiggly tangle of humming delight
beneath his lips and tongue
*
©MidwestFantasy
February 2019
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His growling, low voice
whispered in my ear–
Open to me
your feminine mystery world
let my tongue
delve your depths
seeking secret doors
hiding ecstasy’s screams
let my tongue
lap arousal’s paths
eliciting sounds
construed only as carnal
let my tongue
flicker slowly
taunting and teasing greedy tip
let my tongue
run wild
pushing you over
spontaneous eruptions
breathless convulsions
climactic scene
I shall sit back
and enjoy
with sated pleasure
*
©MidwestFantasy
January 2019
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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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©MidwestFantasy
December 2018
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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
*
©MidwestFantasy
November 2018
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(Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge using the words “wicked chill”)
