Another Tryst

It was another tryst.
Her excitement dripped
for the man that she missed.
As soon as she saw him,
she fell into his arms,
and they passionately kissed;
she went lower and lower
to suck on his hardness.
His sounds of pleasure
caused her to become
increasingly wetter and wetter;
To her, the taste of him
became even better and better.
She wanted to feel him inside her;
she would have drained him
right there, if he would let her.
While deep inside her,
he firmly spanked her
and told her to say his name
loudly, letter by letter.
When he asked her if
she would ever give it
away to anyone else,
she looked back at him,
and through heavy
breathing, she said,
Never.

Wants Him Watching

She was afraid to explore her long held eroticism
because of what she may have heard from the
loud and hypocritical voices of fierce criticism;
but one evening, she let go, letting her sensuality flow
and with her lover in a corner watching, she teased him
with her loud moaning; and after she manipulated
both heads of her double-ended dildo inside her,
she slowly pulled it out and tasted her passion,
before reaching orgasm using her vibrator
as her lover stroked himself intensely in a chair, intently
looking at her, longingly wanting to be inside her.
Knowing he was going to release at any second,
she seductively crawled to him, then used her tongue
to please him, excited that he was still watching.
With everything in him, he held on without releasing,
to savor the pleasure of her warm and wet tongue;
but when she mounted him and rode the full length
of his rock hard measure, he released loudly inside her
as she whispered, goddamn it, stop fucking holding back
and give me what I want; baby, please cum.
After her sensual pleas, she got on her knees
to take into her mouth what he had just released.
She looked up at him watching, still extremely wet
and playing with herself, wanting to fuck again.

Beautiful Intricacies

She is beautiful, but her intricacies
make her the lovely woman she is;
On any given day, she might wear heels,
but then switch to sandals if she feels.
Sometimes, she wants to be roughly fucked;
other times, she wants to tenderly make love
and feel the warmth of a man’s touch.
Sometimes, she wears her hair down;
sometimes, she wears her hair up.
Sometimes, she wears lip gloss with a little blush;
other times, she wears violet lipstick with full makeup.
Sometimes, after work, and a warm bath
she uses her favorite vibrator to unwind.
Other times, she calls company to come over
to massage her and send chills up her spine.
She doesn’t need a five star restaurant to dine—
but if she decides to dress for an evening event,
every other woman she can outshine.
She can entice with the sexiness of her body,
or entice with the brilliance of her mind.
Sometimes, she is amazingly fierce;
other times, in silence she sheds tears.


The Third Wave

After the second wave ends, the third wave begins.
Words cannot describe what she feels inside, while
She sits on his face, moaning, with heavy breathing.
His stiffened tongue finds her G-spot, and suddenly
She is flushed with intensity and on the verge of releasing.
His lips and tongue keep going without stopping;
Erotically she screams as she has her third orgasm.

Thirteenth Floor

Jennifer was already wet at her desk, but the tone of Vincent’s voice and his seductive stare took her over the edge. She desperately wanted him to suck on the erect nipples of her breasts and bend her over the desk in her office, deeply penetrating her with girth and length that would take away her breath; her mouth watered at the prospect of getting on her knees and intensely sucking him to climax, while at the same time, pleasuring herself. Unable to take the waves of erotic thoughts anymore, she took the elevator down to the thirteenth floor — where she knew there was a single occupancy restroom that was seldom used. She walked through the door. Sprawled on the floor, she pulled down her black lace panties, and on her clit, she let her fingers explore; feverishly rubbing her erogenous spot with one hand, and with the other — lightly pulling and twisting her nipples until she could take no more. Right before releasing, she envisioned him spanking her ass in her office chair and stretching her with his full measure as he pulled her hair. So lost was she in her euphoria, that on that day, Jennifer could have shed tears. She shuddered uncontrollably in pleasure, holding back the screams — but she released through erotic whispers, soaking her stockings in the passion that she concealed.

Warm water washes over her
Like the soft caress of a lover.
Under heaven’s blue skies
She is a goddess with
Diamonds in her eyes;
Beautiful, Loving,
And sensual
In her nature.

Mother

Words cannot describe the feelings that I’ve long held inside, because of the way you cried and what we both survived. You were an angel to a brown eyed child who sometimes felt cast aside by the world when he went outside. In my heart, you abide a beautiful woman, crowned with heaven’s stars, with diamond eyes created in light divine. Every person has has a mother, but you are mine. They see a part of you when they look into my eyes. When I weep, I hope you hear my solemn cries, and in my joyfulness, I hope you see the serenity in my smile. I am forever your child, born of your pain, with your blood in my veins. In the twilight, I feel you looking upon me lovingly; I whisper to you the sentiments in my heart that are true, and I hold within my soul beautiful discoveries that are new. In the late hours, I contemplate your favorite Bougainvillea flowers, and in beautiful colors I see you. I will say with everything in me for an eternity, that I love you. My Mother. My Angel.