Last Night

Late night laughter filled the room

There was a shift in energy when you looked at me

My heart quickened as you leaned in to kiss me

It was surreal

 

Our friendship was changing and evolving into something unknown

I was captivated by the essence of you. You were different.

Strong. Silent. Unexpected.

I leaned in to feel your lips on mine and the experience was electric.

I was shocked and overwhelmed by all the sensations running through me.

 

I felt your lips down my neck and your hand explore my breasts and I lost it

I couldn’t contain my desire or the surge of having you.

You, I wanted you inside me.

 

But, you are no amateur to seduction.

You took your time exploring my body like a man dying of thirst

Each lick and suck was overwhelming me.

Your tongue had me speaking languages I never even studied

 

I was panting and squirming and moving so much you had to hold me down so you could feast

Feast at my center until I cringed and screamed your name in pleasure

You were unrelenting in your exploration and adoration of my body

I was reeling from multiple orgasms

 

I counted four, but I can’t seem to account for those five minutes where I swore I blacked out

You looked at me. You observed my face as you slowly slid the fullness of your manhood inside of me.

Expanding me in ways I didn’t even know existed

I cringed in pleasure and pain and began to move with you in rhythm

Wanting and waiting for you to elevate me spiritually with another melodic burst of pleasure

 

You did. I couldn’t stop shaking.

I smiled. You tenderly kissed me. My nose. My eyes. My lips and I knew.

I never wanted that feeling to end.

 

© Tikeetha Thomas

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Bad Choices

He came up behind me and whispered “You know you miss me.” I paused.

My heart quickened to his touch. To his voice. He was too close. “Umm, no I am happy” I replied. He laughed a sinister laugh.

“Don’t you know that I can say your name and feel your body react to my touch? You know that you belong to me. You are mine” he said. I sighed heavily.

It’s true. I missed him. My body was reacting to his touch and his voice. It was like the last 9 months didn’t even matter. Our spirits were tangled in an unnatural way.

Why can’t I let him go? Why can’t I resist this pull he has on my body? Resisting is a futile attempt to feign independence. I’m not independent. I belong to him.

I kiss his lips and wrap my arms around him.

My mind screams…Stop, this is not right! I ignore it. I just give in to his touch.

I’ve missed him.

 

© Tikeetha Thomas