Tearing at the seams I watch you break every boundary I set up.
Tearing, pushing, pulling, loving the serenity I’m in
as I melt in your mouth not in your hands or maybe that’s incorrect.
Because I’m shaken by your touch, words, caress, lick, passion, lust,
conversation did I miss something?
Maybe I was just missing you or something of that nature.
You got me scared to open my mind, eyes, lips, thighs, heart, hands,
to your every interesting thought I linger.
Captivated in a mystique I can’t control.
I mean is this me, or is this really me being handled?
Gripped? Stirred? Reserved? Wanting? Yearning? Needing You?
I love the way you listen, touch, talk, whisper,
mutter, lick, smell, caress, mold me
into something I have never been, never seen, or heard off.
Watching myself get wet, leaking the tendency to say no.
So, instead I say yes, yes, yes, please more yes.
Body stretching craving saying Neshia don’t give in not now not yet
just breathe, breathe, breathe okay I’m breathing.
Losing sight of consciousness and all there is,
is lips, lust, eyes, sheets, thighs clenching tighter, tighter, tighter,
muscle contractions, a strong back,
and this man looking at me as if he’s waiting for me to reassure him.
But I can’t see straight because all I see is lips
and pretty pink tongue flicks surrounding my nipples
and then, he kisses me and I think to myself,
“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
In my mind I want to react by kissing, licking,
feeling the warmth of his erection inside me
surrounding me with cool calm collection but all there is,
is this heat rising and my wetness leaking drip by drip, drop by drop.
It gets better because I know it's not me or him doing this conversation thing,
this love jones thing, this observe and react thing it’s a thing
but I don’t know what and right now I don’t care.
I just know it feels good, really, really good
and somehow I respond because he’s got my eyes open, my hands open,
my body open, my loving the moment open.
How can something be so bad for you and all so good for you?
I haven’t figured that part out yet because I’m to busy being open.
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