Soothing Sleep

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip,
resting in the hollow, soothing, slowing sweeps.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As our breath evens out in the soft melody of contented sleep.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As we dream.

Ouch

Written 12/13/2010

He stabs me, over and over again.

I long for his touch

Alone at his side.

I beg for his kiss

but his lips, he does hide.

My heart aches a bit

While beside him I sit

His face a blank mask

to the favor I ask.

Why must I beg sweetly

When you'll only say no.

Why must I wait calmly

When you never come home.

Why must I ach dully

From the cold in my bed.

And hold back the tears

When you shake your fair head.

What is it you need

to start a fire inside you

to echo the burning need

deep down inside me.

I ask and I preen and I question and still

You give me no answers

Just a No

and Be still.

You are not disturbed

for its not your heart that aches

You don't undertand

the shards as my heart breaks

Why don't you see me

as a blushing young bride

Why don't you want me

playful and quick at your side

Where is your passion

for all things of the flesh

Why don't you want me darling

What else do I have left

but tears and misgivings

as you brush me aside

and I dare not push you

harsh words will not abide

I sit here in sorrow

and debate your true worth

if a freind all I look for

or more than your hearth

Do I need a true life mate

to love me and bring

sweet kisses to my mouth

and not tears that sting

as I hold them inside me

and struggle not to hurt

Oh, God! Please guide me

through this mire of worth.

Do I mean nothing to him.

Does my skin not arouse?

Does my smile do nothing for him.

Does he mentally carouse?

The doubts overwhelm me

with the ache in my heart.

I sit beside him in longing

I've made my request.

Let's go to bed my darling

No, not to sleep.

His silence is my answer

Internally I weep.

Adrift sitting beside him

Blue paints my mind

My skin aches to touch him

As past fucks come to mind.

Why doesn't he want me?!

What is wrong with me now?

I ask how to entice him.

His answers with, "Not now."

I struggle with the betrayal

And lay me head in his lap.

Curled up like a puppy

And feeling beaten at that.

He arm rest along me

And a strange feeling flows

I'm ok with this touching

It sooths me just a bit.

My core still desires him

But this touch will do, for now.

He still has hurt me

And will continue the torture.

And I will retreat to my stories

And fantasize about perfect lovers

That he will never live up to

And I will never expect

But deep down inside me

I just wish he would respect.

How hard it is for me to ask him

A quiet begging for touch.

When my pride is so large

and his is the only one for whom I lust.

Longing for his kiss
stings more with this distance.

Right here but drifting far
makes asking so much hard

errrrr.

Doubt creeps along inside
my thoughts, dark and snide.

Fear stalls my toungue and hands
mear inches from the man,

holding my heart aloft.
Oh please, oh please, be soft

to the tender beating muscle.
Internally I struggle...

Where is the sweet young lover
who frolicked under our covers?

Where is the witty man
to whom I gave my hand?

Where is the playful boy
that loves to steal my toys?

Where is my soul mate?
And is it... is it too late?

Morning mists
unveil the light

Her quiet time
awakes her mind

inciting lust
for sleeping knights

invade their lair

abscond the sheets

reveal the meat

take just a taste

a lick to wake

the dragon's mate

a startled hiss

precludes the heat

of burning breath

and silken depths

she rides the waves
of dragon fire

her treasure plundered
and all the while

the sour smell of dragon's breath
precludes the mint of morning's death


I woke him this morning with a cockkiss enticing him to indulge in the carnal equivalent of coffee. We both held our breath in courtesy to the other in an attempt to avoid our mutual morning/dragon breath.

I was a naughty girl last night

And he liked it.

I read naughty books

And he likes it.

I learn naughty things

From my naughty books.

I do naughty things

And he loves it.

Stretch, shuffle.

Twitch, twist.

Fidget, fumble.

Click, Click.

Sigh. Snap.

I shut my laptop,

Pause the race,

Calm my thoughts.

I lower

My face,

My guards and my will.

I melt,

And close my eyes...

Becoming his pet.

A kitten, curled loose.

No purr required.

Such peace I find

Prone at his side,

Cheek warm and quiet against his thigh.

His eyes focus above me

On things of no import.

His fingers dance beside me,

A teasing sort of sport.

I catch those playful digits

like a nip-laced kitty toy.

His quiet laugh rewards me

and my pleasure overcomes

Any thoughts of powerful women,

Objectification or mere strife.

I know only the love he shows

to me, his pet and wife.

We dance without touching.
He cooks and I clean.

We smile through dinner.
A cozy home scene.

He kisses my cheek
In a jovial goodbye.

I sigh in relief
As he pulls out the drive.

I prepare my body,
My mind, and my space

With sweet scented candles
And chilled wine by my place.

A flick of the lights
Soothes the chaos inside

As I settle my macbook
Comfortably alongside

The refreshing white riesling
In the peace of the dark

On the couch in the silence
On a story, I embark!

These men, they whisper
They shout, and they moan.

Telling stories of love,
Laughter, heartache and home.

Love comes in all shapes
And all size and some

Even love in the strangest of ways,
Simply coming undone.

But no matter the conception
The manifest is the same.

Love pours from their hearts
To bathe their lover, no game.

While indulging my sweet tooth

An overzealous morsel

Melts.

Chocolate drizzles

Temptation across my chin.

Smiling, I call to him,

Doubting his response.

Gasp!

He licks.

My heart melts again.

Bitching

His hands coax me down

Soothing my aching back

His fingers ease my skin

Seducing the bitch from me

Moaning

I give in to him

His sweet rare kisses bestowed upon me

Coax the bitch from me

I turn in to him

His petting hands tame the bitch in me

I moan for him

and in turn

he moans for me.