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Only in this moment

His lips pause at my neck, loosely sucking, kissing,
with a hand pinning mine down overhead, fingers weaved,
the other massaging my left breast, slightly pinching.
Hips colliding and stomachs rubbing, shirts rising,
legs locked down, tangled around mine,
playing footsy at the end of the sheets,
all turning me on without a seconds thought.
And he can hear it in my struggling breaths
that there’s no one else I want more right now.

Yes, I want him, everything that he is at this moment,
his seductive lies, moist body, and ridiculous stamina.
And I can tell he only wants the same with me.
But only in this moment and ones like it,
only when sex is an option and a kiss is meaningless,
and in darkness to hide any grins of false hopes
and with no regrets on either side.
Just pure lust, denials of any love.
A night’s stab at loneliness.
Coy pleasures.
Freedom.

There’s nothing real to run away from
when it's all a lie from the start.

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  • Cinnarry gold member
    March 31
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    Kudos to meaningless sex! Thank you for participating. A good poem.


  • BlancetNoir gold member
    March 27

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    this is so great, and such a dead on perfect description of the physical horny goodness of meaningless boinking. I love this, it really sums it up beautifully and was a pleasure to read, 'ridiculous stamina' that is fabulous. great strong female voice.


    • fragglerock
      March 27
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      Haha, that is one of my favorite parts as well ^.^ glad you likes! And thank you!

  • "His lips pause at my neck, loosely sucking, kissing,
    with a hand pinning mine down overhead, fingers weaved,
    the other massaging my left breast, slightly pinching.
    Hips colliding and stomachs rubbing, shirts rising,
    legs locked down, tangled around mine,"

    From the beginning of this poem I was pleased by the
    obvious emotion && passion that obviously went into it,
    the words tell a great story,good job.=)

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