2255. Hello Stranger.
2256. Pressed Flowers
To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daises hidden by pages read. -Michael Faudet
2257. Bitter Sweet Love
To slap you is to touch you.
Scream for mercy.
Beg for more.
To bit you is to kiss you.
Tied and tethered, on the floor.
To loath you, is to love you.
Pretty princess.
Dirty whore. -Michael Faudet
2258. Understatement
'Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress.'
'Understood', she replied. -Michael Faudet
2259. Undress Me
All that you write, you know it's not right, you move me with written suggestion.
I know it's absurd, to be undressed by a word, write me more, write me more, make me yours. -Michael Faudet
2260. Open Invitation
You have such a pretty mouth.
To feed it only kisses would be a wasted opportunity. -Michael Faudet
2261. Pretty Torments
I love, how you like to tease.
Slowly crawling, while your legs do the talking, with knees that blush, on wooden floors.
Dropping a pencil, and picking it up. -Michael Faudet
2262. The Kiss
Crashing waves on an empty beach, the rhythm of our hearts, two drowning lovers lost at sea, my lips adrift in yours. -Michael Faudet
2263. Melancholia
I am alone, love passes by, crying tears I wonder why,
I cannot find what others found. -Michael Faudet
2264. The Gift
Her eyes where beautifully gift wrapped; long black lashes of velvet ribbon - and everytime she opened them, it felt like Christmas. -Michael Faudet
2265. Ruin Me
I'm the kind of girl who has a restless mind and impatient legs...
I watched as her fingers nervously flicked the well worn elastic of her white cotton panties.
I want you to ruin me. -Michael Faudet
2266. Seduction
The more buttons you undo, she said, the faster I become undone. -Michael Faudet
2267. Hypnotized
I am hypnotized.
Sleepwalking to the rhythm of your words,
Never wishing to wake -Michael Faudet
2268. Her Little Secret
I know it's wrong, but the very thought of your hands, reaching up under my skirt, and touching me, makes me blush in all the right places. -Michael Faudet
2269. The Muse
Body framed with arms outstretched, wrists roped, and roughly bound.
From tiny mouth, and pretty lips, you utter not a sound.
I paint with words, a canvas stretched, laid bare, upon the ground. -Michael Faudet
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