POETRY: Erotic

POETRY - Erotic

MUSINGS / BLOG--GOOD VIBRATIONS: Sensuality and Discretion

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

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

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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

POETRY: REMEMBER

Remember

©Mimi Wolske, January 2014

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i try, i do

i try to remember

remember it's January or summer

summer is worse than January

but January makes me the saddest

i remember you're busy

remember you said you don't know how to respond to my passionate side

was that just a year ago

i try to remember your privacy went way down

i try to remember

i try, i do

i remember, i do

i remember everything about you

the way a smile curves one side of your lips up

the way your voice provokes, invites, soothes

the way our bodies fit together

the way you laugh when you like something i said

something you find funny and that catches you off guard

i remember the way we share everything

the way you look when you nap

the way you look after sex

i remember more...so much more

i remember everything

i remember, i do

what do you remember

the way i look at you

the way i talk too much

the private name you have for me

the private names i have for you

the list of all the places and positions we wanted to make love

to turn off your cell so your pocket doesn't dial my number

the way i get excited knowing you'll call

or the excitement i express knowing we'll be together again

the way my body shook as you sent me into the abyss but held on tightly

do you remember asking me why i love you

the way i immediately and honestly answered

the way the moonlight or the dawn's golden light glowed on my naked body

what do you remember

POETRY: OBSESSION—ORGASM AND YOU

©Mona Arizona, January 2014

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Now you know my obsession

Orgasm...but more than that

It's you

You when your mind is released

When you're vulnerable

Passionate

With desire and longing burning

I'm a captive of your heat

Of my eternal, carnal lust

How I love knowing you are

Seduced by the rounded curves

The way my stomach slopes

To the shadow of your

Overwhelming need

You smile at my gasp

When your hand strokes my spine

And my back arches responsively and

Your other hand slowly searches

For white-hot liquid heat

You know when to search

You know every move that

Brings sighs and attention

Half globes press back hoping

Needing to meet the staff of

Resistance

Your breath, warm and moist,

Teases my nape

Liquid Lava cannot be

Restrained

Droplets are caught by

The moon's light as they fall

Onto your flexing fingertips

It isn't enough

It's never enough for you

Your urgent grunt melts away

The shroud of your roving embrace

Anticipation pounds a tattoo

That matches the quickened

Pace of my heart when you

Bend me forward

You hand pressing between

Shoulder blades

Panting

Wanting

Needing what only you can provide

I turn my head

Whisper your name

The sound of a plea to

The hopefulness of a prayer

I am already lost in the tender

Bluntness of your love

Now you know my obsession