Dancing with Words

Let lips form words in shapes of consequence!
To let their worth find depth of those who seek, 
Let those who seek's pursuit hold swift intents,  
That lips may know reward of swift critique.  
  
For nights compel with mouths' unspoken word,  
The tales of which those mouths' intents foretell,  
For filled with inspiration's musings heard,  
How can such mouths not seek their night's expel?  
   
For so are soft met hard in florid night,  
In swift enraptures bowed to find well met,  
The taking of that moment hid from sight,  
To find their subtle comings, passion's set.  
   
For so in shapes of words are lips well spent,  
With deeper shapings found in lip’s consent.  
 

Peace of mind for five minutes, that's what I crave.    
Alanis Morissette      
     
Addict to the climatic rush      
Three climaxes in the morning weakening me of such      
Waves coming on for a fourth, getting to work, superseded in as much      
Intellectual, and Charkas centered, yet unstable      
Oh God, can I keep the flow of this, am I able  
Nirvana sinking I cry out      
Words a sweet soul like in the beginning I knew nothing about      
I try to walk away feet like quick sand      
The Whore, the Sub, mental dominance under this man      
So many voices to heed too      
Your heart, my mind, my compulsion keeps reeling me back to you      
The dildo is my culprit      
Words to push me over while it’s slithering in and out tasting my clit      
Addicted to the accent, the compulsion to complete me, stripping at my soul bit by bit      
The force of emotions without the hard dick      
His verbs, nouns, moans of pleasure comforting my wet slit      
The need to carnal feed, weakening me      
My thong down pass my knees      
Layers by layers of my center core stripped nothing but the warmth of cold      
Loving the addiction as passion consumes me morning, day, and night, surrendering has already been foretold      
What do I do when I’m swimming against a sinking tide that takes me there      
Addiction beyond the word I swear      
If there ever was a hope and a sweet prayer      
I need Holy Oil, for this addiction, unbound me from my emotional slayer      
Mirrored reflection of a nympho, Mary Magdalene, and a Jezebel merged into one      
Moans of Oh God unto Heaven as my pussy pulsates and then cum      
The touch of the sacred garment of lust I cannot escape or run from      
Addicted to the pussy being lick      
My emotions frayed, driving 95 miles on a 65 highway to get my pussy kissed      
Emotional uplifted      
Pussy tossed and dick shifted      
The voice      
My reckless choice      
The moans mingling unto the throating grunts      
Echoing my moans as my dildo is deep inside my wet cunt      
The images, the pics      
Captivates, arresting my ear, listening as he’s stroking his hard dick      
Legs gapped open fingers inside, oh baby…can you come and take a lick of this sweet tasting slit      
Addict to the climatic rush

He-man packing
female glancing
 
hormones racing
signals exchanging
 
footsie playing
eyes betraying
 
dampness seeping
blood engorging  
 
crouch expecting
cock erecting
 
thighs inviting
fanny tightening
 
throbbing gently
breathing heavy
 
heaving upwards  
breaking bronco
 
ringing changes
banging cymbals
 
linking people
loving simple  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
I hear them clamor far away
Outside the realm of pensive thought
Inside the room that I've been brought
Inside the room where I should stay
At least that's what they seem to say
And if I try to run away
There's hell to pay if I get caught

They look at me with weary eye
Like I'm a puzzle to be solved
Insanity that's unresolved
And though I gladly let them try
To break me free from my mind's lie
I know that in the by and by
I'll never really be involved

For I live here inside my head
And I can say not only me
But all the others that I see
Who weave the thoughts that cause me dread
All sewn with some demented thread
That takes me where I fear to tread

A place where only we can be

on nights when velvet skies
are dotted with sparkling stars
I think of you dancing across
the galaxy, with tails of moonbeams

the enigmatic smile, the lovely eyes
dreamily looking into their own
memories, or maybe a magical future
or thoughts of handprints in the heart

on dup nights reading your thoughts
sometimes you speak of your love
at times your hopes your dreams your fears
then, I could almost touch you

tears of happiness prickle my eyes
as you profess your love for the one
of sadness and sorrow as you grief
that is the strength of your words

I know you know pain and disappointment
I know you shook hands with fear
You had looked into the abyss
And knew the horror of what might be

a minute of your strength
will be of great length for me
a fraction of your endurance
can be an achievement for me

but through all those, the beauty
of being oneself, a screaming win
against waking nightmares
loving hard, and striding on stronger,

is your triumph.

Beg to make your cake and
eat it out there too.  
 
Slit it. Slather it.  
Baste it. Batter it.  
Soak it. Savor it.  
Such a tasty salt lick.  
 
Grab a utensil or four.  
Spatula and spoon it.  
Whisk until it can’t take more.   
 
[Insert candy thermometer.  
Monitor rise in temperature.]  
 
Spread it. Sample it.  
Work it to a froth.  
Separate it. Stuff it.  
Stick it with all you’ve got.
 
Ding, pull it out.
Make like it is done.  
A steamy little treat,
baked perfectly for one.  
 
R.