Please...
not the same things I've already heard
speak to me...
silently...
tell me with your course desire...
how I ignite the candle
that burns a flame through your body...
Tell me with kisses...
licks...
of moist tenderness...
how I stroke the hunger that lies nestled between your groin...
Speak to me...
softly...
with language yet to be explored
no sound...
just motions...notions of what I cause when victoria Secret no longer defeats gravity...
opening passages...
gateways...
to hidden indulgence
Tell me...
how does it feel...
show me...
seductively...
how I unleash the need to taste my vintage...
the warm...solvent texture messaging your genital erection
How does it feel...
as we see...
eye to eye...
legs wrapped around your hips...
as I dance harmoniously to your heartbeat
Show me...
eagerly
Tell me...
feverishly
what I do to you...
when the hunger for my fervid frame takes over...
(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson
"Don't
Speak"
2:30 in the morning...
body aching
tingling from the rivers of warm liquids running down my inner thighs...
as we engulf each others bodies
like hungry beasts...
smelling the incense of pelvic penetrations
as skin pounces in rhythm intensely...
Stroking the walls
of my dreams...
I breathe heavily...
grabbing the pillow
you leave me
to acknowledge the vanilla cream
melting...
slowly teasing every fantasy...
my candy licker...
lusciously...
gliding...
biting...
the cherry that leads to my PooNahni...
Oooh shit...
there it goes again...
bodies jerking like rag dolls as we thrust against the mattress...
down ot the box springs...
smacking and clapping...
flipping my body for a little back end action
Mentally masturbating to Sexual Healing playing on the CD...
you stop...
leaving me...
suspended...
stomach tensed...
knees trembling...
about to erupt...
like chocalate covered nuts...
the volcanic reaction between my thighs was tamed within the birth of 69...
suddenly...
in the early hours of untamed hypnotic
intimacy...
a noise broke
just as I reached my climax...
the door opened
as you came in on the scene...
you saw...
you wanted...
you gave unto me
piece by piece...
inch by inch...
the potion to calm my sickness
with every stroke you delivered
moan you song...
fire distinguished within your groin...
deliverance unto me that quench this thirst within my sanctity...
a taste of what would consume my
next dream...
(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson
" Cold
Sweat"