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.

I struggle

for my footing.

Reprimands

frequently surprise me.

Chastise me.

For what?

You say, "Ask."

I do.

Reprimanded once again.

I do not submit lightly

nor easily.

Yet you demand it

without giving knowledge in return.

You show me your world

But refuse to allow me in.

I am a shadow in the corner.

Glance past me.

Clean my cobwebs

but never illuminate my inner crevices.

Has my life been so charmed

that this struggle is the nature of the outsider?

A foreign experience

to the sliver spoon.

Or has it simply been

a strength of character

that allows me to turn away

from those who shun me?

Not today. I yearn to know this world that feels like a missing part of my soul.

Demands.

Grovel for acceptance.

Shed the layers you disapprove of.

I think not.

I refuse to submit.

And therefore must wander this path alone,

the blind leading the sightless.

Where shall we go?

I have been assured there is pain ahead.

Just as the pain echoes behind

in my cavern of ignorance.

We wander

together

alone

one wanting

one following

Who will show us the bloody light?

Who will bind us in erotic delight?

Who will guide us through mental chains so tight?

I do not know.

And I weep.

I will not submit

Not to the weak of mind.

But to the strong of heart.

Where are you?

Who are you?

Are you?

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.