Senses and Sensuality
The raking sound of your nails trail
down my spine
The feral aroma of you and your
arousal
Your velvety steel in my hands, the
rock hardness of your shoulder and chest
The many flavors—nibbling your neck,
your mouth, your chest, your hands, your feet, your ass, your cock
The many faces--desire,
determination, care and love, exhaustion, and happy satisfaction
All the senses make me lose sensibility
But...
Trust Mimi, geniuses, music and
erotic sounds stir sensual
desires...even more than porn photos
desires...even more than porn photos
http://youtu.be/V4f1TpKaumY
or
http://youtu.be/HKAFIIFuA1Y
Gifts? or a bit of creative
control from the Dom?
Okay, so living in the desert of the
American southwest, I loved the silver bracelet with turquoise...until I
realized every time I wore it or saw silver and turquoise together (and, trust
Mimi, this is a regular occurrence where I live) I think of him, of his touch, of his body, of us
together and the nasty things he does
to me and how my body responds to that knowledge and his ownership over my
body.
It's a discrete gift and no one knows except me that it's a gift that
keeps on giving me body- and mindgasms...like being on a merry-go-round. Oh...and
the turquoise is in the shape of two esses "S" plus "S" (sex
slave)...lest I forget
Sometimes, a girl needs a helping
hand...you know what I mean?
Touch Me
©Mona Arizona, January 2014
All
Rights Reserved
Comfort me with your naked flesh
Over mine, nude, writhing, pleading
Your shadow over me...pausing
Fingertips graze my nipples
Sensitive, my response is
Constricting muscles and a gasp
Massaging, molding, shaping breasts,
Your fingers incite raging passion
I cannot rein in, I don't want to
Candle light and body shadows
Dancing on the walls
Inflame my imagination
Tap out your own desire
Touch me
Touch me
Touch me my love
Touch me all over
I want to feel your traces
On my skin and deep inside
Caress the aching length of my life
As I cry out in ecstasy
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