Finished With Friendship

She had been patient… She was burning, her heart raced… they’d played the role of friends for so long and she was done with it. She wanted to blaze a new path with him, one born of sweat and teeth and nail. The longing in his eyes only heightened this sensation in her. There they stood motionless… Then finally he managed to muster a single word, it was all that she needed to hear. “Please” Her body flushed with the precise passion of that which was forged like a diamond. Crystalline Decision… She was finished with “friendship”.

Excerpt: Part 2 – Reunited Liberated and Transformed

She reached for him AND  pulled his face into her… His tongue was intuitive and true.

Her mouth was strong and enveloped him in ecstasy… excruciating elegance and terrible torture…. the control of restraint… was an Angelic Agony… It was

The Cumming of communion in the grace of another… it was a flurry of fury and flooding frenzy.

They could not breathe in the drowning of the other…

She was His intoxication complete… She was drunk on consuming him… Their eyes and minds were one and as their mouths met once more, the taste of the other was still richly found in a magical mix and beautiful bouquet it was an explosive implosion and scorching sky. They sank softly and smiling into each others arms… Cherished

You are, My Beloved… Cherished

Sensual Silk (just a lil word play)

Slick Smooth
and Sensual Silk

Poutingly Perfect
and Purely Pleasing

Wet and Wanton

Always Wanting
Always Willing

Teasing Tight
and Tingling

Thrusting
Toward Lusting

Trusting to take
Time to Treasure
and Torture

Tantalizing Tempting
and Torridly Taunting

Writhing Striving
Clutching and
Clinging Muscles
Tightening Straining
Building…
and Bursting

She Is Fire

She is fire to me. In the grasp of her lips… I succumb.

I am rooted in the darkness of earth… Her secret living dream growing just out of sight. A wish almost abandoned… almost forgotten – forsaken… but found and now cherished.

She is the turbulent taste of flame that I now breathe… deeply – profoundly. Her kiss is beautiful smooth… cunningly passionate and captures the hunger of my every embrace.

My Beloved

Excerpt: With Fueled Fury and Fever

They escaped to a far off distant room. They could no longer hide within the shackles of self restraint, and they could not collide fast enough. Her lips clung to his and would not let go – perfectly parted with tongues glancing and dancing prying at the pleasure that had been held at bay all night. They were thirsty for one another, and their palpable passion was complete and finally unleashed. She would take every drop of his mouth and return it with her own. Her tongue was greedy and giving, lusting and lasting… and matched the hunger that she found in his lush pomegranate lips… he pillaged every ounce of her mouth and left nothing behind.

My Beloved, My Heart

Blissful And Bathing

She is blissful, and bathing me in herself and I desire nothing but more… soaking through herself and over my heart, she pours herself into me with such love, such passion. What exists between us is the fruit of patience and long lasting desire.

Would that I may again kneel before her… parting those perfect lips and never parting ways and travel new paths to find her fast and fulfilled and draw from her every dewy dulcet drop of honey… soothing sweet and sensually succulent.

My Beloved

Our Tempting Tempest

Only one has captured my heart lover, and stirs my soul… secretly… darkly.

I love you, and you have set fire to my world. I am warmed by the embers and caught by the flames that we embrace…. I desire your kiss, your arms, our heat, our breath in one voice…. and I know that my life will never be the same. This life… this time, is the way it was meant to be. I have found you… here on the other side.

I desire your flesh on mine… in a physical manifestation of our hearts and spirits combined… I miss you, Dear Heart, and want to be reunited…. soon I know… but still I yearn.

Right now I have no other way to express my heart, My Beloved, for you are not here to receive the seductive storm that rages in your absence. That I might sweep you away into myself and that I might catch you as we both fall into the other… each of us not knowing how to or wanting to stop the oncoming of this beautiful and tempting tempest.

My Beloved.

Yearn To Kneel

I absolutely yearn to kneel before you, My Siren, once more… drinking of you liberally… pulling every drop of passion from your lips. Unyielding. And when you feel as though you can take not one more moment, then will I slowly slide inside of you… that my every thrust be an expression of my love and an extension of my desire to be more yours… feel my body tensing tightly and please let our climax and release be the given gift that we both freely receive.

To My Beloved

 

 

Hold My Breath (complete)

If it please thee, hold my breath. I will give it freely. Take it. I desire you to have it. What will you do with it now that it is yours?

Do not, I pray, return it unused. I would have it fulfill its willing purpose…

Do you have it? Is it pleasing to you to know that you hold my breath deep inside your own? Does it fill you? Can you feel me expand as you inhale deeper. Do not exhale… Please wait. No not yet. Keep me, hold me inside… Do not yet expel me

I tremble and at times find that I have over extended and run out of breath. Might you spare a bit of your own for me? I will not waste it this I promise.

And in the moment of that little death that exists between your inhale and my exhale there is a world of life… a world of life that I wish to explore at your side.

My Beloved

This Is How You Keep Her

“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”

— Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)