You Watched

You watched as I searched with my fingers.

Diving deeply into the wetness of myself.

Fingers dancing, slow circles of lust.

You watched as I played with myself.

Sweet Slumber

Your arms pillow my head gently.
Your body blankets me, keeping me warm.
I do not feel confine or restriction,
As our bodies mold and conform.
I feel a gentle comfort envelope me,
Peaceful, content and free,
As I slip slowly into dreamland,
Your arms still holding me.

Velvet Petals of Lace

To appreciate a rose, you hold her with your heart.
To appreciate the rose, you love her every part.

The deepness of the green in her pointed leaves.
The sheer sharpness of her many thorns.
The sturdiness of her ridged stem standing straight
Every petal made of deep, red, delicate, lace.
The fragrance of her that surrounds you,
That engulfs your every sense.
The want, to look at her, to smell her,
To feel her delicate petals against your face.
To see the dew beading on her skin.

To love a rose, to appreciate a rose,
You must love her every part.
To love a rose, to appreciate a rose,
You must hold her with your heart.

A woman doesn't want to be needed. She knows she is needed. A woman wants to be wanted. And when you want her, you need her, as she does you. Need is the sexual part. A need to have you inside me. A need to feel your skin next to me. A need to taste you in my mouth, breath you into my lungs. Need is sexual. Need is human.

Want is all the rest...

Do you want to spend your life with me? Sit together with me at meals. Read the morning paper with me over grouchy pre-coffee conversation. Lounge on the sofa with me on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Do you want to crawl in bed with me and lay your head down next to mine and need me? Do you want to spend your life with me?

The Unknown Destination

Years ago our lives entwined.
Two paths merged into one.
Two travelers approached a journey,
Heading East into the sun.

Their destination completely unknown.
They cautiously took their first steps.
Unaware of what was lurking ahead.
Both willing to forgo the maps.

The journey soon became a ride.
Relishing in the thrill of exploration.
The fantasies of discovering wonderful new things.
Enjoying pleasures beyond expectation.

And somewhere along the journey,
Amid the heat of the summer's sun.
Two souls melted into one another.
And two travelers became one.

One, in the love of the journey.
One, in the awe of the exploration.
Two hearts content in what they've found.
For love, was the unknown destination.

This room emits your scent.

The pillows aroma, that of you.

The scent of you is everywhere.

The bedclothes are perfumed in you.


The towel still damp, heaped on the floor.
The scent of your skin, showered and clean.

The sheets still bathed in the fragrance of desire
Leaving my mind reliving the erotic scene.

Our bodies entwined, wet with lust
We rode each wave as one.

The scent of it still lingers in the air,
Warmed by the light of the morning sun.

So alone I lay here, not wanting to wake,
Intoxicated by the romantic incense of air.

For this room emits the scents of you,
The fragrance of you is everywhere.

2 AM

Our bodies entwine amidst the disheveled bedding.
I feel you nudge me.
My nipple pinched between sleepy fingers.
I feel you hard, pressed against me,
As I wake from the state of dream.

Our bodies flow together effortlessly.
So familiar is the touch of lust.
Sleep surrenders to desire in waves,
Crashing upon us with every thrust.

An explosion is felt deep within.
Felt by two, as one.
Clinging together wave after wave.
Melting again into one another,
We surrender to the sleep our bodies still crave.

Bathing in Erotic Emotions

Have you ever been bathed in a woman?
Drenched, by her, to your very core?
The very essence of her, soaked into your skin
In a pool of lust, you have ripped from her core?

Have you ever been bathed in a woman?
Showered in her stream of lust?
Had desire splashed on your skin?
Taken more with every thrust?

Have you ever been bathed in a woman?
Lie naked in her pool of devotion?
Felt the love pouring from her very core,
Drenching you in the liquid, erotic emotion?

I left you today with wet panties.
I wanted so badly to soak my sheets with you tonight.
To feel the awesome feelings
Of lightning in my veins
While a river gushes below us
To feel your cock invading me
Holding me prisoner to the pleasure
Causing the world around me to blur
As instantly the lightning strikes
And a moan becomes a scream
A scream begging for more
Forever twisting, forever turning
They become your little toys
You suck them, you nibble them
You bite
The feelings are insane
Your cock never releasing my pussy
From your prison of erotic pleasure
As our bodies fuse and become one
And we drown in liquid treasure

When we make love...

Lips meet.
Flavored is the kiss.
Flesh begins to sing,
At the very first touch.
Hands roam.
Passion felt in fingertips.
Moisture gathers with the lust.
Hard is your want.
Insatiable is the desire.
In one fluid motion,
We become one.
We ride the waves together.
Our bodies flowing into one another.
Swell after swell of desire crashes over us.
Our mouths drink in the lust.
Our bodies melt together as one.
Saturated in the fire.
Clinging tightly to one another.
Feeling the heat as one,
Until the last embers
Have ceased their glow.

Adam pointed out I seem to use the term "liquid lust" quite often. I was glad to see he didn't view it as overused. Most of what I write is about lust. The pure wants and needs of lust.

I view lust as a liquid.

A liquid that can drench you to your very core.

A liquid so powerful that if you are not careful...

You could ultimately drown in.



Liquid Desire

Lust is the liquid of desire.
The wetness of a kiss.
The moisture from the heat of another's breath.
The liquid taste of another's mouth.
The sweat beading on your skin
In the heat of passion,
There is no greater lust than liquid.
Two wet bodies, blazing with fire.
For without the liquidity of lust,
We are left with, dry desire.

Just a kiss.

Our lips meet.
So tender are the first greetings of our tongues.
Savoring the very flavor of you.
Licking gently into your mouth.
I explore you.
Taste your passions.
Consume your lust.
Your lips.
So full, so sweet.
I gently pull them into my mouth.
Savoring their flavor.
Sucking from them, my nourishment.
I taste the desire.
As the very favor of you,
Becomes the desire.
Our mouths feed on one another.
Savoring the flavor.
Our tongues dance to an unheard song.
A soft moan, a moan of simple want
Escapes our lips
As the kiss deepens.
The heat of breath.
The liquid lust of the desire.
We are intoxicated by the flavor.
Our bodies, feel the need.
The need
To have more.
The need
To become one.
All from just a kiss.

When you look at me,
Who is it that you see?
I am so many people,
And they all consist of me.

Do you see the adoring mother,
I strive each day to be?
The woman who would give her life,
To provide her child eternal safety.

Or do you see the child herself,
That still lives within my heart?
The little girl who is sometimes scared.
The girl who loves life, each and every part.

Or do you see the woman,
Who's heart is full of desire?
A woman who wants and needs.
A woman who emits fire.

For there are so many people,
That make up the person that I am,
I wonder when you look at me,
Do you see who I think I am?

Do you see my honesty?
Do you see the values I treasure?
Do you know that happiness and love,
Are things I think you cannot measure?

Do you know how much I love my mother?
Do you know what real friendship means to me?
When you look at me, I wonder,
Who is it that you see?

What words can I use, for none can describe,
An undefinable moment in time.
The feeling when we connect, when we become love.
A feeling beyond sublime.
The world becomes a sphere, of you and I.
There are no other sounds.
The breath of us, the liquid of lust.
My heart beat, as it pounds.
Surrounded in the perfection.
Nothing that this world lacks.
Heat felt in touch. Fire in your breath.
The desire beading on our backs.
The feeling continues.
Our bodies unselfishly giving to one another.
Riding the waves of passion,
In a world undefinable, unlike any other.
Connected in a world of love.
Connected in a world of lust.
Exhausted we collapse and fall into each other.
And fall back into a world, a world that is completely unjust.

Will you still love me when my life is boring?
Will you still love me when the dullness, set free?
When chaos no longer reigns in my world,
When all that is left is me?

Will your arms still want to hold me,
When I no longer need to be protected?
When all that is left is I,
Will our souls still be connected.

Will ours eyes still speak?
Will our lips still meet?
When the chaos is gone,
And all that is left is me?

Souvenirs

Reminders of the evening.
Souvenirs of the lust.
The tingling pain in my nipples.
Swollen. Red. Robust.
Screaming at the touch of fabric.
Loud rebellion as they are contained.
Pain. Pleasure. So closely entwined.
The fascination now explained.
Hours later they still provide,
Pleasure in my head.
The tingling pain in my nipples.
Slightly swollen, still bright red.

Cascading is the lust.
So powerful are the waves.
Caught up in a flowing river.
Desire is what she craves.
Hold me spread before you.
Take from me, what you've needed.
A slave to all your pleasures.
All your fantasies exceeded.
Blurred becomes the line between,
What is taken and what is given.
The flow of passion continues on.
Pain and pleasure driven.
The air is thick with moans.
Sheets absorb desire.
Never ending is my wetness.
Un extinguished is your fire.

This poem is dedicated to all of my new found friends in the blogger world.

Your words feed my passion.
Your words feed my mind.

Welcome to our escape

Reality is the place we live in.
Fantasy, a place we choose to reside.
Unending bliss, encounters with sex.
On virtual pages we confide.
We share this world with others.
We fall in love with the dreams.
Explicit words sewn together,
Painting the erotic scenes.
Thriving is the duel passion,
Of words and blissful lust.
Thriving is the world of fantasy,
When reality is too unjust.

Molten Daydreams

The sweet taste of honey oozes from me.
Dripping from my swollen, pink and puffy lips.
Where my fingers have violated me completely.
Matching the synch of my upward thrusting hips.
In my dreams, your hands were my captures.
Searching my body for liquid treasure.
Spilling forth, in flowing, lust filled waves,
A molten heat of undefinable pleasure.

Feasting On Imagination

My mouth waters with delicious thoughts of you
The taste of your lips, the flavor of your sigh
The tingle of the salt that flavors your skin
My mind seasons my tongue in endless supply
An insatiable hunger, satisfied and quenched
By the wondrous feast your body provides
Mouth watering delights savored in imagination
Where along your skin, my tongue slowly glides