introvertedchaos

Sharpened Blades I want her feeling this series of moments As I do, deeply and filled by my desire Holding her upright and close to me My hands touch her lightly Drifting down her shoulders, my lips Exploring neck, cheek and forehead Her mouth, opened to our tongues' plunges My hands upon her hips, soft skin's harness I shift slightly, her legs around me, vised constraint Take her breast and weigh it tightly, thumbed frictions Her sighed surrenders fuel my desired needs My hand holds pleasure's center 'tween two finger's slide Her body without will or conscience Humps without regret, thrusts to meet me Take her head, hair threa