another erotic poem from my explorations into my darker sexual side….
I was pulled to the edge of the bed before I fully realised how far this was going……. I was … More
It was a hot day, which is an understatement. It felt like melting. Far, far too hot and I needed … More
an awakening poem of desire and opening…….
Moving careless across More skin to touch and claim for his fingers and eyes as every inch of my body was telling me to go with it…
I’m being watched, eyes drinking in every moment and move that I make and I shiver, the thrill, the rush to be overcome, breath seeming distant as though not my own.
I’m feeling you rise
pray for the moment
your fire imbibed
I found my breath against my chest and tummy in and out of my lungs deeply feeding on the air between us his hands now gripping my hips firmly: now small, tight up and down movements his hands discovering thoroughly my outer garments….
strip me, touch me, feel me, desire manifested in a poem……….
(model: me) © 2017 Emmaleela
Her hands went off my legs and began unbuttoning the rest of my dress which I watched almost hypnotised for a few seconds, almost disbelieving what I was seeing….
Her fingers carelessly brushed across my cleavage and said she’d like to see my bra and promptly shifted the other side of my dress open exposing both of my breasts held within the soft green and lace……
this interminable rush to the surface that tightened and tempted each sinew and muscle, each cell of my skin, the lines of my intimate curves…
one arm draped over my head and my skirt hesitantly hitched even further up my thigh I did what he asked….