He could scarcely bear

touching and stroking

her lush vanilla skin,

afraid for their love

to ever end.

He laid her down,

drawing her honeyed

breasts into his mouth,

savoring the sensual taste.

He gulped her aroma,

that of cherries and lavender,

and breathed her in

as he traced his tongue

down her moist body

to her throbbing center

which tasted of

freshly mown grass –

a delicacy for his senses.

Caressing her hips

he drew her to his

spooned masculinity

stirring her to

a cauldron of hotness

and smoldering wetness

until their cream and sugar

melded together in

a melting pot

of climaxing lust.

He knew he could never

leave her, wanting

to encompass her

forever where she

would be at his

beck and call,

encased where

she could never escape.

He punctured her soft

chocolatey neck with

his teeth, spurting blood

running in crimson streams

of fruited beauty

down his body,

leaving a white outline

where she was lying,

silent contours,

for eternity.

He bathed her

frozen body with

crushed strawberries

and arranged her

as a fragrant feast

on a tableau

of silk rose petals

where he could

partake of her beauty

with not only his eyes

but his body,

leaving her purity

with deep wounds

that would never

         CLOSE,

REMAINING OPEN

 FOR HIM ALONE.

Our first meeting was one of desire,

Full of lust,

Kisses with fire.

He told me from the very beginning,

"It's not love, so let's not pretend."

It wasn't at first,

But my love grew.

He was funny and sweet,

When he wanted to be.

He was very sarcastic and witty and sharp.

He loved to make jokes and say things with a certain amount of snark.

He like to tease and play little games,

He could be mean in such a fun way.

I don't know when

My thoughts grew affectionate,

A few months in

Despite our lustful intentions.

I couldn't tell him

That he took my heart,

He would try and protect me

And then he'd depart.

I knew from the very start

He wouldn't be mine,

His eyes were on another girl

She wasn't that fine.

I was too late

To steal him away.

I tried and I tried

For months, filled with pain.

I wouldn't let him know,

I couldn't, he'd go.

I would always be his very best friend,

He loved me and I guess it was enough then.

As long as I got him,

Even for a few moments, to myself.

Where his mind and body was mine and mine alone.

I was content to lay beneath him,

But love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

A brilliant mind, has he.

Many degrees of learning sharp as a tack

A genius status so why toy with me?

I'm a simple country girl, 9th grade learning

Is al I have. Tattered clothes, bare feet, dirt roads.

We met online last year, he writes beautiful poetry,

I commented on a few of his and he critic mine. Gave me some great advice and we didn't speak again. Until two weeks ago.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder so they say, with that said I'd have to say he's quite fond of me now. First we just chatted over messenger.

Then he expressed feelings for me! This can't be!

No one could ever love me?! ,

Oh but the lovely things he says in my ear!

The way he says them, would make a marble statue blush! The positions, the conniptions oh the horse play!! My God if only it really were that way!

He can really take my breath away.

AND THIS IS JUST OVER THE PHONE!

I can't wait to meet him in person, it rwill be

Rapturous! My claws, his teeth oh baby the possibilities of what is to come are endless!!!

The nibbling, sucking, slurping, and licking oh the ecstasy of it all!

Soon it will be a reality