Short Poems

June 27, 2019

As I was laying down,
The lights were turned down low,
And some quiet music started playing.
I could feel myself crave and yearn for the touch that only he had.
I craved for the taste of his lip,
The taste of his skin in my mouth.
I yearned for his hand to wrap around my throat.
I lusted for him to be inside.
I tried shoving down the thoughts and images in my mind,
But I lost.
Giving in to my mind and body.
Slowly touching myself,
Wishing it was his hand,
Instead of my own.
I lightly touched my lips with my finger,
Wishing it was his finger tracing my lip.
As I bit my lip,
I wished it was his teeth,
Pulling on my lips.
Closing my eyes,
I felt like he was playing with my nipples as I pulled on them and pinched myself.
I let my hand trace my curves,
All the way down to my sacred place.
As I touched and played,
I felt another set of hands trace my body.
I opened my eyes,
Startled.
There he was.
In the flesh and blood.
Touching me the way he knows I like.
I felt myself get wetter.
Fuck,
I wanted to taste him so bad.

He rubbed on me and sucked on my skin,
Leaving small dark spots everywhere,
Reminding me,
I was his.