*alanarchy*

The aura in the room shifts
In patterns of the deepest reds
Shameless-sensual moonlight blues
The certainty of what’s to come
Clings like steam to the windows
And she takes me by the hand
and leads me with a grin
Across the point of no-going-back

Clothes, an encumbrance
And begin to disappear
I slowly slide her panties down
Revealing and caressing her secrets

My hands brush skin with an urgency
While I taste flesh, and It’s electric
Her lower lip is like god food
And I hold it between my teeth, for divinity
Until she pushes me backwards to the bed
And stands over me, naked and wicked

Her smile let’s me know
I’m in trouble

*scarlett_pixie*

I am above him, empowered.... elated
The falcon has finally captured her prey
The mermaid luring the sailor to his demise
He is a prize worth savoring

Finally, his burning eyes are only for me
Sinful haunting lips caress my skin
We entangle/crash/collide
And I give up the last of my control

Can you feel me?

Begging to be consumed?
Can you read the words hidden in each heated breath?
I need this
Like air and water
Crave it
Like a drug

The room is dim
Smoky with lust and incense
Both fill the room palpably
I am only aware of you

*alanarchy*

She is rolling thunder, and pouring rain
She is the second half of my desire
Come together, and made whole

I guide her with my hands upon her waist
Saying her name like a prayer
Reveling in the motions of gravity and
Burning. Grinding. Need.
Pulling her hungry lips to mine
I hush her fevered moans with a kiss
And she hums upon my tongue


Yes baby, I can feel you

Consume you? I want nothing more…


For one dangerous moment, the world rolls with us
And the only real thing, your jade eyes, lusted and
sharp
Reality reasserts, The room stops spinning
I’m on top

She doesn’t miss a beat

Sodden wet, love and sweat
Thumping-sliding-movement as one
Your flushed skin, an opiate that lifts me
Tracing your neck in kisses
Passed Ivory collar bone, lower
I worship each breast, in subtle hungered awe
While you call my name, soprano
As hot as the Serengeti on my ear
But Lush

And she’s getting close

*scarlett_pixie*

He is getting close
His every muscle tightens
Every touch is ecstasy
The wanting almost painful

I move to greet each eager thrust
Begging to be filled
He urges me on with each heated breath
I cry out his name for all of creation to know

This sweeping feeling
This crazy rush
I fear I will lose myself
But oh, God I must

It crashes over me in waves
Tense surging
I was made for him
And him for this moment

I have never in my life been perfect
Until now
He holds me close
Soothing the intensity
With whispered words

I pull him closer
And murmur hotly
“It’s your turn”

*alanarchy*

Creature of lust, she is unforgettable
Her Bourbon words ignite wildfire in my soul
And as she smiles, and runs a hand down my chest
I can’t help but wonder if she had been born of my
deepest fantasies

A dream of hot desire, personified
A wet obsession, sweet and overwhelming


She softly laughs as if she could read my thoughts
Sweat slicked skin, slithering against me
Begins kissing her way down my stomach
So close I can feel her eyelashes brushing my skin
Delicious hot breath, dirty kisses
Her Cupid-Bow lips part, as she smiles up at me


She’s Bad, bad Girl

And She’s
Going

D
O
W
N




I close my eyes, and my head lolls back
Suddenly and totally overcome
Because she’s everywhere at once

Oh baby, you’re a goddess

Willing and apt, she knows exactly what she’s doing
And she does it with a passion

Licking kink

She purrs like a kitten
Pussycat vibrato, sending shivers through my frame
Taking all of me with lips of silk
Her little pink tongue is a miracle
Evoking from me moans of reverence
And wonder for her hunger
Fingers entangled in her hair
My hand on her head is a brace she does not need
Her coos muffled and pleased to see me so stricken
So ready for the euphoric bottom line
And as my chest rises quickly and falls hard with
breath:

My back arches off the bed

My middle clutches, spasming

Shouting out, almost a roar

I’m there, babe

God, this is it…

*scarlett_pixie*
 
My God, this is it....
this is intense and final
the moment is at hand
this tryst is almost over...
 
My God, I need to feel him
(I'm just as close as he is)
moving deep inside me
 
I
slide
and
move
 to take him
bury him
ride him
satisfy this ache
oh, this delicious
delirium
 
 
 
our rythym is as old as time
our breathing sweet haunting music
hands on (my) hips guiding me
hands entangled in (his) hair
 
S
W
E
A
T
 
S
O
A
K
E
D

i can smell/taste/feel
nothing but this moment
sweet opiate dreams
have nothing on you
 
your grip,
your body
TIGHTENS
*shouts*
muffled in
my chest
 your neck
nails in your shoulder
bruises on my hips
 
and
oh
MY
GOD.....
 
amazing
you have revealed to me
the mysteries of the universe
(a spinning cosmic question, i forgot i'd even asked it)
 
and oh, to feel you fill me
to spazm deep within me
sweaty/gasping/sated
words could only ruin this moment
 
I know that I will taste you
smell you
feel you
for hours
weeks
years
 
collapsed/entangled/sweaty
it's barely even over
sleep drifts over us like a blanket
pulled over you on a chilly autumn night
by the one who loves you
 
and the last thing
i realize
before sleep claims me...
hazy
drifting
 
(mmm, i love that sex-smell)
 
I already knoiw
you
will
always be
my
very favorite
memory

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