"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The mirror of the soul
I stare at your eyes.
I can't help myself. I know you want a kiss, and I'll give it you. How could I not. But your eyes have a strange effect on me. They mesmerize me.
So gentle and hungry.
So tender and fierce.
So happy and impatient.
So lazy and excited.
You are everything I hoped for.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
I dream...
I’m going to bed,
feeling lost and sad, wishing you were here with me. My sleep has been full of
dreams about you lately.
I dream of your body
against mine; your skin glistening with sweat sliding on mine.
I dream about our
legs entangled, our hands traveling along our bodies, our heavy breathing while
you pound merciless in me.
I dream about your
hands on my breasts, gently squeezing them, preparing them for your mouth.
I dream about your
voice whispering sweet nothing in my ear, the weight of your body on mine.
I want you so badly.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
I'm pissed
I storm in the room, feeling mad and upset, and find you lazily resting on the bed, wearing only your boxers. You look at me, raising a questioning eyebrow, and my fury knows no bound. I scream at you, calling you names, angry as I’ve never been, but you just smile at me, waiting for the storm to calm down. You are so sure of my love for you that you don’t try to appease me. You know that I will forgive you in the end, and you just wait patiently for it to happen.
I finally realize that you’re not reacting to my tantrum and I look at you, my eyes still gleaming with fury, as my body is beginning to react to your exposed body.
You slowly raise your arms and put your hands under your head, while you slightly spread your legs, inviting me to take possession of your body.
Oooo that’s how you want to play it?
I quickly undress, keeping my underwear, and go to the closet and retrieve the handcuffs you offered me for Christmas. As I climb on the bed, overlooking at you from my standing position, your eyes widen in surprise. You never thought that I could use those on you. You slowly put your arms down along your body, and I can see uncertainty in your eyes. The corners of my mouth rise in a grin.
Oh baby, you don’t know what’s going to happen to you!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
LOVE
You were sitting on the bed, your back facing the big mirror on the wall. I was able then to enjoy the sight of both your sides… Your front, with your muscular chest that rose and fell on the rhythm of your breathing; your back, with your broad shoulders and your narrow waist.
I slowly crawled on the bed, humming as I was getting closer to you. My arms went to your waist and I raised them along your back, watching in the mirror the contrast of my white hands against your black skin.
You didn’t move, letting me have my way with you, your hands resting on the bed on each side of your body to give me better access of all this exposed skin. My mouth closed around a nipple to tease, licking it and sucking it until I heard you groan. I gently blew on it, giving you goose bumps and went for the other one to give it the same treatment.
My breasts are pressed against your cock which begins to grow and my nails dig into your flesh at the idea of what is going to happen. I could feel the wetness between my thighs as my mouth came resting just above your cock.
I slowly crawled on the bed, humming as I was getting closer to you. My arms went to your waist and I raised them along your back, watching in the mirror the contrast of my white hands against your black skin.
You didn’t move, letting me have my way with you, your hands resting on the bed on each side of your body to give me better access of all this exposed skin. My mouth closed around a nipple to tease, licking it and sucking it until I heard you groan. I gently blew on it, giving you goose bumps and went for the other one to give it the same treatment.
My breasts are pressed against your cock which begins to grow and my nails dig into your flesh at the idea of what is going to happen. I could feel the wetness between my thighs as my mouth came resting just above your cock.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
The Limo
I picked you up at the airport with a limo… nothing’s too good for you. You grin when you see that, a sparkle in your eyes. I know exactly what’s on your mind at that moment, and can’t wait to get in the car. The chauffeur winks at you… He too knows what you are up too. I rush in the back seat, not wanting either of you seeing me blushing. I can hear you laugh at something the other man tells you… God, how I love that laugh! I see you give some money to the driver through the tinted glass, wondering what deal you made with him.
You finally enter the car, still smiling broadly, and sit very close to me. As soon as the chauffeur takes his seat, he closes the partition glass and we find ourselves alone, like in a cocoon. The look you send me at that moment speaks volume. Without a word, you reach out for my dress, almost ripping it apart, as your lips crush mine in a scorching kiss. I gasp and you slip your tongue in my mouth, not giving me any time to adjust to your fury. I surrender in a sigh, your hands travelling on my body and leaving me no peace. It’s a war that’s going on in the back seat of this limo. A war you will win, for I am already under your spell.
I find myself naked from the waist up, not knowing how it happened, my bra nowhere to be seen. You pull me against you so my back is pressed against your chest. My head fall backwards, leaning on your shoulder, while your right hand comes to my neck as if you wanted to strangle me. Your left hand goes down my body, until it reaches the lace of my underwear. I hold my breath, waiting for your fingers to work their magic. I can feel your breath on my ear, as you murmur what you are going to do to me. Your fingers find the way under the lace, gently probing, and you hum in my ear as you notice the wetness that invaded my pussy.
Your mouth comes to my neck, nibbling, kissing, biting, while your fingers keep their ballet under the lace. My breath begins to be erratic, and my body slowly moves to try to put more pressure where your fingertips just brushed me. The hand on my neck increases the pressure, ordering me to stay still. I close my eyes and obey you, leaving you in charge of my pleasure.
As I lay still, you take advantage of me, doing whatever pleases you. Your fingers resume their sweet torture, sending flashes of pleasure throughout my whole body. You circle my clitoris, before plunging into my dampness, snatching moans out of me. My hands come to join yours, as the orgasm hits me, shaking my body from head to toe.
My body is limp from the pleasure, my eyes can’t focus properly, and I almost fall asleep in your arms. You gently shake me as the limo slows down and I realize we’ve reached our destination. You help me get dressed tenderly, your eyes never leaving my face. I suppose that you like to see that look of contentment on it.
As the car comes to a complete stop, I remember something I wanted to ask you.
“Why did you give money to the chauffeur? I already paid for everything.”
You smile at me, the back of your hand brushing my cheek.
“I wanted him to take the longest route…”
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