ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I don't want to pretend anymore,
so I am not going to --
I want you,
your mouth pressed tight
against my own,
fingers sprawling
through my hair
as my fingers knead
the flesh of your thigh.
I want to taste you,
warm and sweet,
dripping down my throat
with your legs
splayed open and
your spine
arching upward from the mattress
scarred
by your fingernails
grasping for support
as I guide you,
breathless,
into a night of ecstasy.
I love
the way your hips raise
and your body becomes unveiled,
each garment
falling by the wayside,
exposing every inch of flesh
I burn
to touch and taste.
I adore
how your eyes grow wide
and
you bite your lip,
you bite my neck,
in that earth shattering moment
when my hips
kiss down upon your own
and we become one.
Your legs
snake around my body
and your breath
escapes in heated gasps
punctuated
by the grind of my name
slipping off your tongue
and onto mine
as your hair
knots around my fingers,
puddling on the pillow
as you
are puddling on my skin,
wet with sweat
and passion,
you blossom for me
and every push-pull undulation
is another
seething second
where we come closer
to ignition.
You utter broken phrases:
"You're... so... good"
is one
that always makes me grin
against
the taut skin
where your neck
stems up from your shoulder,
and I
experience sensations
too broad
for description,
too amazing for expression,
as we roll,
two waves in a single ocean.
And we build to cataclysm,
my first
amongst your numerous,
you grab at my hips,
pull me closer than I thought
that I could get,
and you lavish me
in explosions of ecstasy
as your voice
spills into my ears
as I spill into you,
and you smile,
laugh and moan,
as I burst in audible delight
and you thrive
upon the utterance
of my fervent, furious groans,
the skin
of our stomachs
sealed together
with the beaded sweat
of our hard working payoff.
You squirm beneath me,
my breath
heavy in your hair,
and every thumping beat of my heart
makes me quiver within,
stirring sounds
of pleasure
from you open lips,
your palms
pressed against my back,
your fingers
squeezing hard upon the flesh
every time
my heart pumps rough
and my body
writhes against your own,
and we
feel as though
there is no sound, nor sight,
no sensation
more worthy of our attention
that that
of one another's bodies.
so I am not going to --
I want you,
your mouth pressed tight
against my own,
fingers sprawling
through my hair
as my fingers knead
the flesh of your thigh.
I want to taste you,
warm and sweet,
dripping down my throat
with your legs
splayed open and
your spine
arching upward from the mattress
scarred
by your fingernails
grasping for support
as I guide you,
breathless,
into a night of ecstasy.
I love
the way your hips raise
and your body becomes unveiled,
each garment
falling by the wayside,
exposing every inch of flesh
I burn
to touch and taste.
I adore
how your eyes grow wide
and
you bite your lip,
you bite my neck,
in that earth shattering moment
when my hips
kiss down upon your own
and we become one.
Your legs
snake around my body
and your breath
escapes in heated gasps
punctuated
by the grind of my name
slipping off your tongue
and onto mine
as your hair
knots around my fingers,
puddling on the pillow
as you
are puddling on my skin,
wet with sweat
and passion,
you blossom for me
and every push-pull undulation
is another
seething second
where we come closer
to ignition.
You utter broken phrases:
"You're... so... good"
is one
that always makes me grin
against
the taut skin
where your neck
stems up from your shoulder,
and I
experience sensations
too broad
for description,
too amazing for expression,
as we roll,
two waves in a single ocean.
And we build to cataclysm,
my first
amongst your numerous,
you grab at my hips,
pull me closer than I thought
that I could get,
and you lavish me
in explosions of ecstasy
as your voice
spills into my ears
as I spill into you,
and you smile,
laugh and moan,
as I burst in audible delight
and you thrive
upon the utterance
of my fervent, furious groans,
the skin
of our stomachs
sealed together
with the beaded sweat
of our hard working payoff.
You squirm beneath me,
my breath
heavy in your hair,
and every thumping beat of my heart
makes me quiver within,
stirring sounds
of pleasure
from you open lips,
your palms
pressed against my back,
your fingers
squeezing hard upon the flesh
every time
my heart pumps rough
and my body
writhes against your own,
and we
feel as though
there is no sound, nor sight,
no sensation
more worthy of our attention
that that
of one another's bodies.
Literature
misalignment
our hearts became a pair
of unsynchronized clocks
a time-bomb never
meant to detonate;
i fell in love
then you fell in love
but it just wasn't
with each other
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
Spirals
This emotion flies
An eagle soaring high
Up the cerebr’l thermal
Ebb ‘n Flow
Heart beat’n prime
As the race that began time
Your hand locked so perfectly with mine
Running tow’rd the sunset
Geronimo!
This emotion runs
From the dawn into the sun
Blood upon the sky
A beautiful bloodthirsty butterfly
Slash with fract’l wings
Through the triv’l things
Alonzi!
This emotion is
What makes her his
While he is tot’lly hers
So even as life starts to blur
And the focus starting to fade
It brings life back into shade
Slipping through that purple haze
Fantastic!
Suggested Collections
Do you want me, too?
© 2014 - 2024 dreamsinstatic
Comments1
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Vivid! I like your imagery