In A Darkened Office

Suddenly the world

Was your lips on my earlobe,

Warm breath on my skin,

When you backed me to the wall and whispered, “The answer to the question in your head is, ‘Whatever I want, with my fingers, my lips, the press of my hips.'”

Veins

My veins ache

To my fingertips,

Throbbing,

Robbing me of sense.

Come, fill me,

Inject your sex.

Intense and wondrous

Wet, make me whole.

Sinful Sunday
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Draw You Deeper

I dream of kissing,

Deep and sweet,

Soft and wet,

Wanting, wanton,

Waiting, anticipating

That bit of tongue

Running inward

Toward my own.

I moan when we touch,

And suck

To draw you deeper.