Taken
I bring myself to you. Carefully, quietly. Calm and replete with desire. I bring troubles and pain. A lifetime of weary hearts and broken rainbows. No hearts and flowers for me, my love. I bring myself to your altar...I surrender myself to you.
Will you fill me with delight, with beauty, with soulful yearning? Make me shed each layer of my battle-hardened shell? Peel away that worry? Pull it from me? Reach into me and wrench the fear from the sinew of my inner core? Brush away the dust within me? Stand and approve of the naked rawness before you?
Make me yours. Speak to me. My desire for you. My desire for us. Unlock your hidden priestess.
Your hand in my hair. Your flesh pressed against my own. Your eyes locked deep onto mine. Your muscles tight with your own want, with your own control. Your sweat dripping fast onto me. Your mouth, your tongue, your teeth devour my words, my will, my purpose. Your fingers grind further into me, wet and warmed by that soft, squishy place you've found. One finger or two, deep and fast in me as I gasp for air. Placid patience resigned to deeper design.
I'm hungry for release. I'm weak for your skin. I'm thirsty for your taste. I'm lusting for your force. I'm yearning for your fire.
Breathe that life back into me, beloved...strong and fast...deliberate and slow. Please me, taunt me, take me, break me.
I'm yours.
(originally posted 10/28/05)
Will you fill me with delight, with beauty, with soulful yearning? Make me shed each layer of my battle-hardened shell? Peel away that worry? Pull it from me? Reach into me and wrench the fear from the sinew of my inner core? Brush away the dust within me? Stand and approve of the naked rawness before you?
Make me yours. Speak to me. My desire for you. My desire for us. Unlock your hidden priestess.
Your hand in my hair. Your flesh pressed against my own. Your eyes locked deep onto mine. Your muscles tight with your own want, with your own control. Your sweat dripping fast onto me. Your mouth, your tongue, your teeth devour my words, my will, my purpose. Your fingers grind further into me, wet and warmed by that soft, squishy place you've found. One finger or two, deep and fast in me as I gasp for air. Placid patience resigned to deeper design.
I'm hungry for release. I'm weak for your skin. I'm thirsty for your taste. I'm lusting for your force. I'm yearning for your fire.
Breathe that life back into me, beloved...strong and fast...deliberate and slow. Please me, taunt me, take me, break me.
I'm yours.
(originally posted 10/28/05)