Naked, skin against skin enveloped in darkness, No up or down, only lips, breasts, cock, and cunt, We surrender to our attraction in a swirling spiral of lust and passion. We twirl around each other, faster and faster until we blur into one.
Category Archives: Poetry/Prose
After binding my hands behind my back, she placed the magic 8-ball gag into my mouth. She fastened the straps in firmly place. With a sly smile she asked, “Do you like your new gag?” I rolled over, visibly aroused as I waited to hear her read the answer.
I run my tongue across my worn upper lip. My lip feels swollen, but also softer. I close my eyes recalling how it got that way. My face between your thighs, I said, “This might take a while.” You grinned in approval, then closed your eyes.
Consumption: A Haiku
Body, mind, soul devoured,
A hunger unquenched.
Her cry fulfills me
as I kiss between her thighs.
Both content, we dream.
The bees toil. Tirelessly buzzing from flower to flower, Collecting nectar from the blooming redbud tree. The bees toil, Converting nectar to royal jelly. The bees toil, Supporting the queen and her brood. The bees toil unaware of their participation in a sexual orgy of pollen and plants. The bees toil. ~Quinn Blueheart
Kissing between her thighs, Her lustful cry fulfills me. Both content, We dream. ~Quinn Blueheart
I wake longing for your presence beside me. Alone, I press my lips to a warm cup of morning tea. Though cold snow has fallen outside our window, my lips remember each kiss bestowed upon you in the darkness before your blissful shuddering satiated my submission to your love.