Friday, March 04, 2005

PS Scandal?

I'd never thought I'd see this, this act done in front of me.

...By a complete stranger (who happened to be a beautiful one, at that).


...In the office sleeping room (of all places).


...And I, being a mere observer, ask:
Why was I (slightly) aroused?
(I'll tell you why, because it was so freakin' hot!)

Times like this make me wish I had an MMS capable phone.

Words. They escape. Damn.

Let me just qoute Jose Nunez on this:
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The only aphrodesiac I need is Your voice
Hearing You speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me You want me

So I tell You that You're the answer
To every question I've ever had about love
Without words, I use my tongue
To tell the tale of "us"

Tracing Your shadowscape
Kneeling before You
My eyes feast upon Your masculinity
In all It's divinity
And I praise You
Because all of That is for me

I begin to indulge myself of Your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark-chocolate decadence
As it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn't recreate

Needing every atom of Your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me
Knowing You're the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me
Stroking more than my conciousness

Subconciously, I find myself rewinding
Our love-scenes in my day-dreams
Seeing that face You make
When You're making me cum
And it makes me want You
Right there and then

Thinking of You in inappropriate places
I get tingling sensations
In private locations
Where I wish to be caught
Between a rock and Your hard place

As wetness develops my legs begin to open
And my spot turns to a back-draft
And all I want You to do
Is extinguish it

You know my body like the back of Your hands
That touch me and send me into e
My thighs quiver in anticipation
Of deep penetration
Which gets me high

Body rising
Sweating, panting
Makeup melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back

I get a temporary case of Tourette's
Because all I can say
Are four-letter words
In a four-octave range

Screaming Your name

(insert spanish here)

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

I see Your tongue pink between Your lips
And I want it between mine
And I struggle
As You lick
Torturing me

I try to get away but
Not really

Running out of room
Begging for more
Up against the wall
That has been scuffed
By my stilettos
Again

And You pry apart my thighs
And tell me to be still
And I willing submit to You
Because I love the way
You dominate me

Demanding that I cum for You
So I do as I'm told
You've molded me so
I'm good to no one else
But You

You conquered this once
Orgasmic-less world
And multiplied it
Again and again

And my face radiates with after-glow
My pillows scented by You
A fragrance that haunts me

My room smells of the best sex
I, covered in body prints
And finger prints
And You above me

Your name written indelibly
Upon my body
And Your genetic history

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

....I see you.


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