poetry

The Lustrous Call (Collaboration w/Braeden Michaels)

Lustrous Call

Aches for your lush voice

Tapping fingertips

Waiting beside the phone

Adoring the inflection

 

Fingers dancing

Summoning desire

Charming and playful

Feeding the fire

 

Undo the button

Manhood rising

Captivated by your desires

Lustrous glides

 

Dark greed is blinding

Wet need is rising

Wanton lips quivering

Begging for release

 

Intoxicating moans

Itching for the taste

Dripping wet

Fingers inserting

 

Whisperings trailing

Desires mounting

Oh rigid bounty

Spill overboard

 

Mesmerizing voice

Sleek strokes

Wicked fantasy

Watching the eruption

 

Stay Tuned…

A few weeks ago, my dear friend and fellow blogger, the lovely Lady G, recommended a collaboration, of sorts. She commented that due to our similar sultry subject matter, perhaps Braeden Michaels and I should collaborate on something together.

As the resident naughty girl of my neighborhood, I took that suggestion as an open invitation to introduce myself to Braeden, a most talented and mysterious gentleman. He writes with such depth and darkness. Since our demons play so well together, we instantly connected and came up with a little something we think you may like.

Stay tuned…it’s coming.

T and B

 

The Gift

I’m feeling an ache

A longing between my thighs…

It gives rise to the surprise

I’ve been saving.

Sin craving,

Lust escalating.

Fingers strumming,

Moans humming.

Body writhing,

Can’t contain…

Won’t subside.

Oh Lover, please

Please…

Come inside

Your gift is waiting

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Fulfilled

Their cup is full

It overflows

It’s rich and warm

She sips it slow

It’s a taste

She’s tried before

Now it’s sweeter

She longs for more

He fills her cup

Until it overflows

With depth and love

Their passion grows

She drinks him in

He sips her slow

So warm and rich

They overflow

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Dried Flowers

You churned the dirt

And planted the seed

From within

You saw her need

Hidden well

Far below

She longed for air

She longed to grow

At first the garden tended well

No worms, no weeds

No petals fell

She sprouted forth

So alive

Blossoms opened

And she thrived

But after time

It all passed

For without air

She’d not last

No food to nourish

Or sun to shine

Planted in a bed

Wasting time

The stem it droops

Her petals dried

The blossoms fall

The flower dies

It’s too late now

To sow the seed

To water, to nourish

To kill the weed

And looking back

Who’s to blame?

The sun, the earth?

Or the lack of rain?

Duality

 

Split in two

Pulled apart

Good and Bad

Light and Dark

It takes one

To make the other

As one is child

And one is mother

But which comes first

Tells the tale

Of which will win

And which will fail

Why choose just one

Of the two?

Why deny the whole

The entire you?

Why shroud one

While the other is free?

Why deny yourself

Such sweet duality?

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(Photo from Pinterest)