What is art? The question reminds me of the saying, “I am what you think I am.” But is what you think I am, what I am?
With no regrets,
my lips drip wet.
I take you in,
short thrust,
of sin.
So very close,
are you and I.
Whorship the touch,
my BUTTERFLY.
AGAIN and AGAIN, ooh AGAIN.
I release,
aroused burst,
of pressure.
I am almo…
CANVAS is her BODY,
inhaling SENSUALITY,
and GENTLE breezes.
RESISTING any signs,
of EMOTION,
RESONATING through,
LURE skin.
Such an ALOOF stranger,
never entending to EXPRIENCE,
that which OCCUPIES,
the mo…
I don’t want peace
I don’t seek war
I want and just want
to pay the penalty
for my desire
My desire
animal in its simplicity
that nobody, not even God
can kill in its unicity
You’re…
Closer and close
we walk towards each other
to spare us the bother
of surviving in this world
that is not how we want it
We look each other in the mirror
enjoying our imperfections
laughing at the fashion …
…I wish to taste your sacred lands
…I wish to prowl upon your naked lands
…and like a God I wish to sin
upon the sacred landscape of your flesh.
How your gaze never left me, how I held you in thrall,
And I did a double take, to drink in the full measure of you.
So now I walk the night, my lover at my side
As a child of the darkness the world has opened wide
I’m going to lick
every inch of your skin,
and not stop
until I’ve had enough.
Every bead of sweat,
every line of your figure,
is mine.
I could feel the lips
and muscles
of my vagina
begin to flutter,
and then bloom.
Pushing outwards,
wet,
layer by layer,
like a flower.
Vibrant reds.
Vulnerable pinks.
My pelvis tilted upward;
my petals …
He moaned against her chest, kissing her breasts softly while she squirmed beneath his lips.
Take my hand. Please, lead me there.
The softness of your skin excites me and I want this so very much.
But,………….. i’m afraid.
It’s been a while you see,…………
Never again will I think of myself
I will think only of you
I will think of your sexy lacy red panties
Stretched over your nicely shaped buns
As you are leaning over the back of the chair
Thinking of your…