Back In The Lusciously Delicious e[lust] - Enigmatically Luscious: e[lust] #78

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Enjoy,
Angel :)

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Elust #78

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Make-Up Sex
Wide Open
Believe in You
I am softly athletic
Making a Short Story Long

Erotic Fiction

First Kiss
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
A Spicey Christmas Eve Tale…..
The Annual Christmas Party
If Only He’d Said Yes…
Very Very Necessary
concrete
Holly and Ivy…
Frothy White Stuff
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
30 Minutes

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Boundaries
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On Eating Ass
Confessions of an Ambivalent Masochist
Joyous Jizz

Poetry

Ode To My Favorite Sex Toy
Earth
Fuckable ************************MY POST ****************************

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Lady Fapping: The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee
Does Size Matter?
A Feminist’s Guide to Sexting with Cavemen

Erotic Non-Fiction

Having Angelic Sex With The Virgin Mary
New Lingerie

Blogging

The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives
40. 41. One.

Latitude and Longitude

your celestial body

I want to map it
chart every course
trace every liquidy river
climb the proud mountains
and coax the shy valleys
the slow and rushing geography
that pushes you
and pulls you
closer and farther
closer and farther
from me

I want to remember
every sharp point of you
the trail of arrows
leading to arrows
funny bones
collar bones
paralleling ribs
tiny toe bones
the 45 angular degrees
of elbows and knees
I could anchor myself there

I want to taste
your rich architecture
every sturdy stone
and delicate molding
and see if I can
melt the putty in between

I want to know
every cardinal direction
your sturdy gaze north
your sly profile east
your brave open west
and the sweet welcoming south

i want to memorize
your precise numbers
and you are a prime one
of where you are
at all times
and make you
my fixed point
my you are here
my x marks the spot
my hidden entrance to
your secret garden

because

if I know where you are
and how to chart your path
you will forever remain
firmly & lovingly rooted
into
the
latitude
and
longitude
of
my
very
own
heart

you,
my
most
precious
star.

***

One

there was nothing to do about it
the yearning
that yearning
which slowly, seamlessly slid
back into your heart
back into your mind

that craving for
*something*
that something nameless
that something *je ne sais quoi*
the kind of something
that haunts your dreams
and makes you wake
suddenly
in the middle of the night
with heart pounding

ah the yearning
for what was
for what you wished was

that unbearable lightness of being
of the perfect love
of the perfect love won and lost
won and lost again

you find yourself keening
with the grief of it
like losing a piece of your soul
that grief
that claims your days and nights
when you least expect it
right when the colour finally
started to seep back into your days
one word, one sound, one sigh
brings you back the memory
of *her*
of *him*
the one to claim your soul
through out the millenia
through out the lifetimes

it did not matter
what name you each wore
what gender what shape what character
no, just that
one word, one sound, one sigh
just enough
to make you recognize
your twin flame
and then cry with the grief
of losing them again
in this life, that life
pulled apart again by time

you
*her* or *him*
so far apart
so filled with
the yearning
that yearning
back in your mind
back in your heart

oh to be whole again
two halves reunited
two becoming one whole one

your one
*his* one
*her* one

you once had it
you once loved it
you once held it

oh
just
to
be
that
ONE.

***

Fuckable

ffffffuuuuuuccccckkkk

your lips wrap around
every single primal letter
and the short thrust
of syllable

your teeth
clench around it
gnashing uncontrollably
prolonging it
almost -
but not quite -
unbearably

ripping the sound
rising from
your hot wet throat
with a pleasure
that's almost pain
and such pain
that skirts around
pleasure

fuck
fuck
fuck!!!

your hands grip
the sweaty sheets
as your body
twists flips and stutters
and then
that loooooooong body arch
the rigor mortis of desire
le petit mort
bends your back
like the girl
in the exorcist
yes possessed

f
u
c
k

you!

you swear
at the fiend
playing you
like a fiddle
or sleek red violin

the devilish digits
that just won't quit
the toys
soft and hard
carving out
your skin
and THAT
ah that knowing flesh
that lovingly probes
your hot spots

and that laughter
rising in waves and waves
at your endless fucks
punctuating their ears
loving every minute
of fucking
your most fuckable self

and when you finally let go
for the final time
(this time)

they whisper
in your exhausted ear
you
are
hot
as
fuck
my dear

so
very
fuckable.

***

Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

It was sharp.
It was sweet.
It was good.

A tattoo, pounding on flesh.
Staccato punctuation.
The never knowing, of it.
Of where it would land.
Here. Or there.
Here. Or there.
Surely not - there.
NOT THERE!
You scream in your mind.
Can't take any more - THERE.
The river of desire runs,
runs indeed.
Lava HOT.
The endless dripping.
The flesh beyond sensitive.

Some times a volley of thumps.
Some times a hollow echo.
Some times a whistling through the air.

Still, it falls.
Object after object after object.
Falling on the straining,
squirming flesh.

But your screams muffled,
both inside & outside
of your mind.

Your hand gives up
lifts to hold up
the sign
for
ONE.

And so it stops.

You slowly shudder
as yet another
release
hits you.

You are toast.
Done
like
dinner.

Only  one thought remains,
that you think
to yourself.

It was sharp.
It was sweet.
It was good.

***

The Limits of Control, Part Deux

You could cut the tension
with a knife

and so he did.

one small cut at a time
drop by red drop
tiny knicks really
down the line of her body.

a playful
connecting of the dots
red line
curving
down
the length
of her
naked
body
red roses
blooming
on
white.

she was still
while he marked her
just one sharp
intake of breath
escaped
her lips.

when his knife
paused lovingly
at the base of her neck
where
her pulse beat frantically
like a trapped baby bird.

the only indication
Of her excitement.

he whispered
shhhh
in her tiny ear

and walked away.

as the tension
slowly
dissipated

from the room
and her body.

leaving only
the yearning
for more
behind.

***
Read Limits of Control, Part 1.

unzip me

unzip me

slide the silk
down
my back
scratch your nails
along
my exposed neck

grab my hair
and twist
and pull

let your fingers
explore
all my bare skin

unzip me

free me
feel me
taste me

play

and then

do it
all over
again.

***

inside

hey
how did
you
get in
here,
i said

i
used
my
imagination,
he said

oh really?
show me,
i said

and
he
did.

***

the limits of control

who do you
think
you are

who do you
want to
be

you dance
along the
edge
of
the knife

you can just
taste
the tang of steel
pressed up
against
the trembling skin

the question is:
do you
back away
or do you
press against
the sharp
edge
of it

you’ve been
here
before

you remember
the sharp taste
of
this pain

each time
you
play a game

seeing
how far
you will
go
seeing
how badly
you want
that
taste

the question is:
which side
of
the knife
do you
choose
this time

you dance
on the
edge
of
the knife

you dance
on the
edge
of control

choose.

make
your
choice.

***

flip

I contemplate
the Switch

should I go
left
should I go
right
should I be
Dominant
should I be
submissive

or should I choose
elsewhere
and should I choose to be
different

something new
that I never was before
somewhere else
that I have never explored before

my future
morphs
flows
shifts
changes

in an eye-blink of time

who knows
what will happen
this time
when I decide to
flip
the
switch.

***

power

it resonates
in every cell
in every thought
in every gesture

the power to say no
the power to say yes
the power to speak
the power to move

the power to control
the power to shape
the power to tease
the power to torment

a power exchanged
a power entrusted
a power valued
a power relinquished

power is a heady drug
power is a liberator
power is a need expressed
power is a gift

once you taste it, you want more
once you give it, you want to give more

tasty
seductive
shiny
delicious
power.

***

take it

what do you
dream of
tonight

do you
need
your fix
your kink

need to be
pushed
need to be
pulled

do you
dream of
me
there

the feel
of my breath
on the
back
of your
neck

the touch
of my fingers
sliding
down
your back

the thud of
leather
crashing
down
your skin

the slice of
a cane
a hot
little red
line
of pain

a soft kiss
somewhere
unexpected

the pleasure
the pain
snapping your synapses
in a never-ending
addictive
loop

crave it
want it
beg for it

be pushed
be pulled

take that step
take it
take it all
with all the liquid need
coursing through your veins
coursing through your body
coursing through your mind

take it
and
be
taken.

***

the question in your eyes

your vulnerable eyes
look up at me
with such a universe
of need
in them

take me,
your eyes say
tease me
tie me up
take me to that place
of forgetfulness
of hope and desire
of belonging and ownership
of total control

your hungry eyes
hunger for my gaze
hunger for my voice
hunger for my touch
hunger for my possession of you

your shiny eyes
so very shiny
so shiny with your
bottomless need to submit
bottomless need to serve
bottomless need to please

I gaze into your submissive eyes
as I take your hand
slowly, surely, firmly in mine
and I gently gaze down at you
as I answer:
Yes.

***

the unexpected

one day
out of the blue
when you least expect it

you suddenly hear
a whisper in your ear
two words
“payback time”

followed
by
a
laugh.

***

crunk

*this poem was inspired by my friend Florence T’s tasty Baking Beats :)

****************************************************************

oh girl
were you crunk
cranked
to the nth degree
baby

body blocking
the air
in beyond crazy
ways

you framed it
you tamed it
you smashed it to bits

slam it
slam it
slam it
oh so ferocious
oh so fierce

baby don’t stop

you know instinctively
how to move
how to float
how to drive that groove
home

crunk it
oh you crunk it
oh you drunk it
down to the dregs baby

you twisted the tension
right off the top
you zapped it
you rapped it
you capped it
beyond high baby

you are the tippiest top
you do that body bop
funk it, you do
crunk it some more, you do

slam it home
baby

you bring the shine home
to midnight
you dazzle the mirror balls
off the disco
oh how you go

crunk it, baby
crunk.
***

a naked back

the line of your back
curves underneath
my exploring fingertips

here, a blank canvas
to be painted on
that naked expanse
of vulnerable skin

what will I do with it
you whisper
with a half-held breath

my only answer
a laugh
soft and low
in your ear
it makes you shudder
in response
I can feel you
quivering
as I continue to explore
your back

my fingertips
barely barely barely
touch the skin
as I trail my fingertips
down that
squirming line of flesh
almost not touching
your sensitive skin
just enough
just enough
to ignite and awaken
your back’s very sensitive
nerve endings

down down down
my fingers go
oh so lightly brushing
the trail of skin
your uneven breath
and a soft moan
tell me just how much
this light torture
affects you, excites you

for a moment
I stop
and just stand there
behind you
you can feel the heat
of my body
disturbing the air
around you
almost close enough
to touch
but not quite

and then
I trace a circle
around that sensitive spot
there
just below
the back of your neck
claiming the mark
tattooed there
the mark of infinity
and infinite possibilities
just as
in this moment
there are infinite possibilities
for what I may
choose to do
with that naked canvas
of your back

you want to know
oh you want to know
so badly
I can feel just how much
you crave to know
what I will do

but a wicked smile
curves my lips
as I whisper
“you’ll find out”

ah but only when
I am ready
to reveal my plans

for now
you remain
standing
facing against the wall
hands above your head
legs spread wide
posed there for
my meticulous & careful inspection
posed for my pleasure

oh yes
you’ll find out

only when I decide
to claim that canvas
for my
own.

***

sweet caramel

she had
the creamiest skin
the colour of mocha caramel
such tasty skin

she looked at me
with those liquid dark eyes
and shyly asked
“May i…?”

I looked back at her
with a knowing smile
as I replied
“yes you may”

oh yes
you may
and may do
many other wonderful things….

***

say it

say it
say what you mean

your face
tells the untold story
writ large
on your unguarded expression

your eyes shine
with a profound need
your body shivers
with an aching desire
your hands tremble
with endless unexpressed emotion

you try to look away
but you can`t
you just sit there
frozen
entranced
so vulnerable
so helpless

say it

you know you want it
you know you crave it
you know you need it

say it

submit
give it all up
say what is still unspoken

say it
say please.

***

scent

your fragrance
on the wind
teases my senses

in my mind
i imagine
tasting it
off your skin.

***

owned

you dream of it
of being owned
possessed
the devastating totality of it
the complete craving to give all of yourself

sometimes at night
your mind body and soul stir restlessly
with this need to be owned
you wonder and hope it can be true
beyond your deepest darkest roughest most sublime fantasies

some days
you want to be owned so much
You cry with the unfulfilled need that threatens to swamp
all of your feelings thoughts and sensations

oh you so want it to be true
oh you so want it to come true

you want that chance to fly
with ultimate trust
to be cradled in the Other’s arms
knowing they will
always be there to catch you
always be there to push you
always be there to nurture you
always be there to appreciate your gift

you crave
The One
The Master The Mistress
The Owner

who will make you shine
who will respect you and your gift
who will bring you to heights
you never dreamed possible

you dream of being owned
by
Me.

***