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spiced honey

Hands find the hem of her silken shirt
Tugging higher
As it ripples over her head
His spiced honey waves
Curl around her slender fingers
Easing him to tip down
Teeth catch her lower lip
She opens to him
Tongues dance in fevered play

Slow with agony
He unleashes the button of her jeans
Heart thumping with each tick
Of her zipper
His clothes still gracing his beautiful skin
She leans into him
Breasts against pure cotton
Her hands seeking
Fingertip grazes inside the band of his briefs
No doubts

Tumbled as one
His body covering hers on the gleaming floor
Her hands clutch strong shoulder blades
Stuck out from the strain
Thighs welcome hips
Smothering all fear
The moment is here…

dreaming of…


“Dreaming of you pushing up to me,
And I know where it’s gonna lead.
I’m dreaming of you rushing up to me,
You know it’s where you want to be..”

-Bombay Bicycle Club

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by chance she saw him
sitting a few chairs down
once acknowledged
she couldn’t pull her eyes away
palms sweating
heart pounding
he was there
right in her face
cinnamon dusted jaw
pale cheeks

as his head moved in her direction
she was caught staring
intent cornflower eyes
searched for recognition
she attempted to shake off
all the knowing looks
hesitant decision was made
as he moved out of his seat
made his way

the voice that spoke
had existed in her sleep
his hand was soft
fingertips rough
when he enveloped hers
as time grew
she tried to be aloof
an offer blurted
from his lips

as it went
their shoes crunching
the ground underneath
stolen glances
he reached out
pulled her into the alley
moved in
touched her face
his hand
ran through her hair
the back of her neck

her tongue ran across
petal pink lips
an invitation
he brought his
onto hers
lightly brushed against
her hands clutched
the sides of his shirt
feel the man underneath

he lost himself
strangers latching on
he could not
would not
break away
he gripped her with urgency
connecting her back
to the cool stone wall
this was enough
no words spoken
bodies told all


oh fuck

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Immediately feel your hands at my waist
Imagine pushing you against the wall
Ripping the button off your pants
I want to know what you feel like
Cupped in my palm
To know how your tongue glides on my skin
Would you flush with heat as fast as my heartbeat?
The rough curve of your jaw marking me in smudged streaks
Air thick with barely audible
Sobs and collusion of skin against skin
Fingertips weaving through my hair
Coaxing me into you further
Seeking the exquisite pain
Of this secret fantasy…


He grips one hand above her head
His other kneading her hip
Her hair tangles against the wall

A voice whispers
As lips find the lobe of her ear
She is bad

He will show her the light
While trembling in the darkness

Her frenzied body arches to combine
Fever ridden
Silky flesh

No, be patient
He murmurs urgently
Appreciate the gift

Inside pulsing beyond control
Blue as flame

Her teeth catch onto
His lower lip
He absorbs her whimper
As a hot breath
Floats and fills him


sunshine cloudspicnik His eyes are a meeting
Of the summer blue sky
And a late afternoon storm

She imagines being able
To look into them freely
Across a table
Hovering over her face

Her stomach catches
Breath stutters
When he turns that
Charming broad smile
Her way

His hand slid forward
Fingertips graze her arm
Eyes fluttered up
Realization sparks

The slight crook of her smile
The answer is yes.


 He looked so comfortable, lovable
 She excitedly jumped into his lap
 Arms wrapping around the back of his neck
Her face burrowed into the space below his ear
Breathing him in
His arms closed around her
Hands to the small of her back
Fingertips finding, soothing
His lips caressed her brow
Easing her confused mind
Somehow his flesh was real
No longer foreign
Words drifting into her ear
Sighs caught without the distance
Her relief was palpable in the air
Surrounding everything it touched
Her limbs melting into
His body accepting
The hair at his nape
Swirled through her fingers
The solace she sought..



tall, golden, azure eyed.

she couldn’t help herself. he was the new perfection.

he lightly pulled the back of her smooth neck, under mahagony strands, towards him.

her seafoam eyes peaked out of ebony lashes, into his own.

lip on lip full out touch. hungry.

tongues lash together.

his hand found the curve of her cheek.

she gripped the hard ridges of his sides, over his soft cotton undershirt.

bodies pressed into one.

luscious fullness against stone chest.

sliding hand against arched back, bringing closer.

his mouth repeatedly devoured.

clothes were torn away urgently.

her hands treked behind his neck,

he lifted her up, legs guided to his waist.

her thighs gripped hips.

still entwined, he lowered the two to the floor.

his lips skimmed her collarbone,

hair fell in waves down her back.

nails into his shoulders,

she enveloped him, one.