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Cognitive Dissonance

Waiting,

I sit by the phone,

surrounded by sibilant whispers

of stormy skies.

 

The fluidity of movement

brings your beauty to mind.

 

Nighttime whispers

of yearning so deep

descend upon me

with stealthy sweetness.

 

This yearning has mass,

swollen with want,

testimony to tenderness

and the lingering melody

of my touch.

 

I know from past experience

that it dissipates

only in the showers of love

which rain down in your presence.

 

I touch my lips to the pane

and shadows of rivulets

create etched patterns

on my careworn face.

 

Breathtaking minutes

dance past,

while I transform their

fingers into yours,

wending their way

down the arch of my back.

 

I arch into you,

closer to honeyed warmth

and the sweet syrupy goodness

that awards me for my patience.

 

“Take me”

a whisper that is all

the encouragement I need.

 

As hands assail clothes

and gentle thrusts turn

to the hard insistence

of love tinged madness.

 

I grasp this,

our ethereal alchemy,

in the absence of something more concrete.

 

I hear a rip

and discover your bra

hanging forlorn from my teeth.

 

Your moans enclose me

– wanton.

 

I kneel to you

in submission of what you make me feel.

 

My arms can’t hold this much bliss.

 

I drink to satiation,

temporary as it is,

all curves and lips,

hips and finger tips,

nipple-nibble-bits

and a chorus of cries

that urge me to

the precipice

– stranded on a cliff.

 

The cliff of your absence.

 

Our love is

all angles and curves,

as you recede in the distance

becoming cognitive dissonance…

Sum and Sun – Poetic

Cum kiss my lips.

Cum bathe my thighs.

 

Cum to me,

dressed only in

the shades of your desire.

 

Cum all over my face,

because I can wear you that way.

 

Cum making sensation,

libidinous waves.

 

Cum copious.

Cum glorious,

Cum

– nature’s opiate.

 

Cum to heaven’s gate

where undulating octaves

and starry stratospheres await.

 

Cum bring me your sweetness,

 your need

and limitless freakiness.

 

Cum,

faceless,

shapeless,

glistening and relished.

 

Cum drink

the elixir of my life essence.

 

Cum with me

– a passionate exchange.

 

Cum on me

– a dissolution of pain.

 

Cum dripping from my lips,

and seeping into my interior.

A shifting present,

eradicating the past.

 

Cum for me,

hear that?

It’s Me,

I’m coming so fast.

 

Cum,

your cum,

burning my orifices

and filling the fathomless deep of

– what else? –

my need.

 

Cum for you,

I am saturated with greed.

 

Cum oh cum,

sideways,

backwards,

right side up

or upside down.

 

Cum,

my cum,

until  I’m sore.

You know you always want more.

 

Cum,

a natural manifestation,

become the glad orchestration

– the Sum and Sun

of our erotic combination.

 

Cum,

please come,

inside me,

astride me,

ride me,

hard and deliriously deep.

 

Cum,

the wet of it,

the taste of it,

the want of it,

and the sound of you

taking me in.

 

Cum,

sending ripples of ecstasy

through my limbs and your mind.

 

Cum Baby Cum,

so sublime

– the closest we get to divine.

 

Cum,

Cum,

Cumming

for you,

can’t seem to help it,

cumming all the time

– where else? –

but in my mind…

Voice – A Poem

It’s often as not

what you say,

or sometimes

just the way

you say what you say,

that arrow-like

zings through Me.

Striking the wall

of my resistance

dissolving

into,

            into

an aromatic,

erotic,

ether

absorbed,

invasive

and pervading

all my sensory dimensions….

 

Your intonation

and the timbre of sounds

that escape from your throat

beguile Me so.

 

Listening,

like I listen.

Hearing

your lips move

and Seeing

the purity of white gleaming.

Seeing,

the seen,

not seen,

swell of  innocent baby pinkness

which undulates

as You form

letters and syllables,

vowels and consonants.

which translates into an elixir

that satisfies

yet further inflames my thirst.

 

Views shift.

Mental drifts.

As I attempt

to assess

the ideas and fancies

you so wish to convey

and I find myself

riveted on your grin.

 

Your grin.

A rapier,

sharp,

crescent moon

which slices to the core of Me.

 

More of Me attuned than this

I can not see…

Guest Author: She’s a Tease by Sita Tisa

Here is an Erotic short penned by one of my friends, Sita Tisa. Sita is blessed with the soul of a poet, an eye for beauty, a delightfully quirky and talented mind, a love of words and all things Eros. Hot, yes? 🙂

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She’s a Tease

The music got louder in the club, the kind of loud that discouraged much talk in a good way. The lights went dimmer as the club set the mood for the evening. The song made her burst into dance on her seat…a kind of graceful wiggle, she looked back at me and laughed, her eyes playful and bright. She caught me staring at her back and nape. I loved watching her.

Her smile grew into longing, I could tell because she turned her whole body on the seat and faced me. She poured a little more beer in my glass, then slowly traced the edges with her middle finger, round and round and round. The minuscule movement turned me on and mesmerized me as I pressed my legs together. I shifted on my seat. She knew her effect on me and looked away smiling……

I took a swig of my drink, trying to ignore my hardening nipples under my blouse. Then she turned suddenly and reached for me, as though to whisper something in my ear, so I moved forward to listen. I closed my eyes instinctively, waiting to hear her velvety voice. Instead, I felt her tongue tease my ear and she took a nip at it. It startled me so much I spilt my drink a little as a gasp escaped my lips. She pulled me to her as though she had more to say. I tried to look around to see if anyone saw us but no one was bothered, – everyone was warming to the music and overcome with intoxication.

She abruptly let go of me and sat back in her chair, staring at me. I was so flustered and hot! I love ear play and was simply amazed I got away with it in a packed club. As I was trying to get my composure I felt her leg under the table pry mine apart. I relented…wondering what she was up to next. She pushed her chair in and nudged her knee closer and upwards, reaching my crotch. She thrust in and ahhh, it hit the spot through my jeans sending shivers through my body. She nudged at my crotch again and again, grinding into it. She got into a rhythm with the beat of the music and the feeling was so erotic that I barely cared. A waiter whizzed past our table checking on our drinks and the nudging came to an abrupt halt as we asked for more. The moment passed, or so I thought.…

As we got our refills, I sipped on the last of my beer allowing my mind to wander and think about her lips and how good they felt, imagining them on my nipples, and her tongue gently teasing my throbbing clit, kissing, licking and sucking my pussy lips. Nooo, I had to block that out otherwise I wouldn’t last the evening. I opened my eyes and caught her staring at me with that cheeky smile. I felt really vulnerable at the way she read me so easily, she could see I wanted her……

She slipped her hand under the table and a new song came on that got half the club on their feet dancing. We were under the dark shadows of dancing bodies, her hand reached for my button and she unzipped my jeans slowly. I held my breath as her hand sunk into my pants while she wandered, ever so slowly, down, down, down, until she felt my clit hood and to my surprise she slapped it. I felt a thousand jolts of electricity. I looked at her in shock, our eyes locked and her fingers pried my lips apart, feeling the warm and wet. Her smile looked more like a leer now, she realized just how hot I was for her. She rubbed me with those grinding movements and I lost all modesty. I sat back and let her have her way with me. Meantime, the song was at fever pitch, everyone singing along and dancing their hearts out. The only rhythm I felt were her fingers now fucking me in swift, short strokes. Her eyes never left mine I could feel a climax rising.…I was shamelessly bucking at her every thrust, whimpering for more and more and more and when I was seconds away from bliss…She pulled her hand away so suddenly that I groaned loudly, mouthing, “WHY???”

Her only answer, eyes locked on mine, as she licked and sucked each finger that had been inside of me clean was, “Zip up and have your drink. There is a time and place for everything. I will have all of you when the time is right.”…”

I reeled in shock, wondering at how self-centered this minx-tease was. Somehow, I needed to return the favor. My thoughts were a blur as I squirmed and zipped up my pants. One day…

Sita Tisa is a free spirit who enjoys sharing erotic thoughts, ideas and experiences. She purrs like a cat at the thought of chains, toys and vivid imagery. As an African sexually fluid individual, she tries to delve into what would otherwise be considered taboo in the hopes that we can all open up our minds, enjoy ourselves and have mind blowing erotic experiences.…

She touched me…

I was bored today so I read your blog.

Not knowing what to expect,

I expected everything

and absorbed it all

like a thirsty sponge.

You surprised me,

how much revealed,

how much concealed.

You touched me

with your passionate antics,

fevered imagination

and madcap ideas.

You intrigued me

with your intelligence

and perverseness

honed to a fine point.

Your pursuit of passion

inflamed me

till I dripped,

hard and hungry for more.

I laughed,

I sighed,

for the 7,369 miles that lies between us.

Would that I could reach out

and touch you between your thighs,

listen to the ramblings of your quirky mind

and run my tongue, meandering,

down the curvature of your spine.

Would that I could whisper to you

all of my desires,

engaging you aurally

or anyway you ask me to.

Would that I could give to you

the lash of my passion,

the love of my blindfold,

the back of my hand,

the nip of my teeth

and soft sweetness

of oral tapestries.

Ecstasy, greed, adoration

and all that lies in between.

Your words invoke

the sunrise,

vistas of green and earth tone hues,

tempestuous ocean waves

and the unbridled beauty of Lunar moons.

Would that I could

reach you,

teach you,

tease and please you,

intoxicate and feed you

and drowning in your touch

be touched too….

For Melissa 11/10

I WAIT

Poised on the precipice
of new discoveries –
Aurora Borealis.

You are a promise so complete
that it covers the horizon
and beckons like diamonds
buried in arid sands.

I wait.

Wait silently,
but impatiently
for you to discover me
and uncover me.

Rap with me,
and enwrap me
– an earth tone sculpture of sinews, muscles and sinuous curves.

Be my teacher,
and most avid pupil
ready to take the plunge
into the unexplored terrains of our existence.

Desire,
Anxiety,
Curiosity,
become Velocity
moving at the speed of light.

Obscuring my vision,
making for many a sleepless night.

I wait.

For the sublime satisfaction of your rapturous kiss.
A secret promise,
enshrouded in the mists of unconsciousness.

Reciprocity,
Satiation,
Elation.
Your joy covers me,
and your arms enclose me
evoking sensations
forgotten and new.
A pleasure known to precious few.

Soft sweetness,
encased in mango covered juices,
cascades down the gorge of my throat.
And you – a quester – ski into the slopes of my soul’s landscape,
there to rest and seek no more.

I wait.