Photo by Faisal Hijjaz on Pexels.com We’ve been together for so long that I miss the thrill of missing you. I remember the burning desire of first love. I remember the urgent kissing in the car and the notes I left hidden in your books. Come here, close the door. Let’s throw off the familiarContinueContinue reading “The Familiar”
Category Archives: Passion
Kitchen Counter
I blush to think of all the secrets the kitchen counter knows. Of hungry kisses, pleasure filled moans and satisfied sighs.
Tonight
We stop to take a much needed breath Your hands rest gently on my waist Mine are on your thighs You look into to my eyes and I look back unashamed We are checking to make sure this is still what we both want With more air in our lungs we crash back into eachContinueContinue reading “Tonight”
Playtime
Put down your phone Lover, come play on me instead.
Gently
Hold me gently in the showerLet the water trace my spine. When the day has washed away Place your lips on mine.
Muse in my dreams
I dreamt of you last night We were intertwined on a crimson bed of passion Your lips devoured mine and we were hungry for all of each other Tragically I awoke with a frustrated sigh Oh how I wish I could go back to sleep!
Secret conversations
Sometimes I look around the room to have a conversation in secret smiles. You are always waiting with your confident grin. How do you do that? It is the perfect opening line.
Your love makes me jealous
Let me be honest, Your new love is driving me up the fucking wall. Your rose coloured feelings and adoring sighs make me resentful. I know it’s very exciting for you, But for the rest of us, It’s like you’re pointing a torch into our eyes during the black of night. It’s really just tooContinueContinue reading “Your love makes me jealous”
Opportunity lost
Photo by Jonathan Borba on Pexels.com I’m restless. I desperately want him now but it’s past midnight. Should I wake him from his slumber by pressing my body against his? Should I coax his eyes open and onto my curves? No, I’ll let him sleep. He’ll never know about the missed opportunity.
Stairs
I’m not entirely sure when it started, but by lunch time I desperately wanted to grab you by your shirt collar and kiss you by the stairs.
Secret Thoughts Within 