So fucking crazy. Just the thought of you makes me sweat. You stand too close to me. You touch me too much. You touch me for too long. God. I just want to turn and look up into those pools of chocolate you call eyes and tip my lips up to yours. I want to close my eyes and feel your soft full lips ease down onto mine. Hesitant. Then meaningful. I want your big hands to burn their way around my waist and pull me in. One on my back, one on my ass. Pulling, desperate. I want it to slide down the back of my thigh and behind my knee, pulling up, pulling me in, bringing my aching wet need closer to the hard evidence of your desire.
I want to gasp into your mouth and hear your answer. I want to reach up and pull your face closer to mine. Your lips slide down my mouth, nip my chin. You tongue flicks out along the path of my beating pulse and laves across my collar bone. Your whispered appreciation a symphony in my ears. Your hand moves up my hip, lightly, tracing, questing, finding my aching breast. Your warm palm covers my tender nipple, rubbing slowly through my thin blouse.
Arching, aching, needing you, inside. Clothes move, barriers removed. Hot ready flesh meets wet needy slit. Gently, excruciatingly, slowly. Deeper into me, deeper, I need you deeper. Slow rhythms to start, learning. Whispered pleas for more. Bruising fingers grasping, pulling, straining. Lips melding into murmured wants. Desire rising, higher. Silencing a crescendo of squeals. Breaking tidal waves of completion wash over us. You burst, hot, deep, liquid pulsing inside of me.
Gentle. So softly you ease me down. Back to my own feet. I open my eyes and….
It was never you. All of it in my mind. All of it in the split second after you walk past me. All of it a memory of nothing. You don’t even know. And here I sit, sweaty, aching to the beat of my heart.
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Poetry and other writings from Suzi. Sometimes known as Suzi the Uzi in slam circles in Las Vegas, NV.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
WHAT IS POETRY?
Written for Nashoba, Because she inspires me to be better than I am.
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WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is
A river of words
flowing down
A Mountain of
ideas built upon
The Bedrock of
emotion that is moved by
Shockwaves of
physical turmoil that are
The Soul reaching
for
A Grander thing
than itself.
Poetry is
A Grander thing
than itself,
The Soul reaching
for
Shockwaves of
physical turmoil that are
The Bedrock of
emotion that is moved by
A Mountain of
ideas built upon
A river of words
flowing down
Poetry is A Mountain of ideas
Poetry is A river
of words
Poetry is The
Bedrock of emotion
Poetry is Shockwaves
of physical turmoil
Poetry is A
Grander thing than itself
Poetry is The Soul
Poetry is
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