Your Fingers tracing my body's outline passing on the warmth only i can feel from you. Up and down, taking in my taste with your tongue. Light has gone astray from most of the room, but somehow the candles still seem to capture the sensual rhythm that our legs dance to. With the same glow i can see the shadow of your head moving down my back. Turning my head and putting it deep in my pillow i get lost with pleasure as your lips linger lower and lower, awakening my hidden addiction for ecstasy.
Your mouth searches for mine. Once they gather my lips filled with desire to devourer every inch of you come into play. I slowly start to kiss the sensitive areas of your body. All this just has my mind hectic. As you enter me and fill me with every feeling possible, your touch becomes the drug to my habit so with every stroke i ask for another quick fix. Our bodies growing weak from satisfaction. Your firmness has me moaning to the beat in which you glide in and out my wetness. Bite marks, scratches, and hickeys begin to play a part in taking us closer to our point of climax in this late night encounter.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Vanished in Vegas
Leaving everything behind, her four inch heels pressed on the accelerator. She didn’t look back. “What am I doing? Nah ill think about it later.” She put on her Gucci shades, looked in the rear view mirror and waved at the old memories as they fade. She takes another hit of her long time companion. Cough, cough again only her any Mary Jane. There she goes riding into the Texas dawn on her way to the city of sin. She didn’t know it would be this tough. No looking back. There ain’t no going back. This city has you on the back track. So man up baby and let those tears fall and move on. No ones gonna care if you aint on top.
At a pit stop she looks at her map. New Mexico it is. C’mon lady, pass the Indian graves. Trust me you’ll get there just ignore the gap. A million thoughts with a couple thousand faces invade all her minds spaces. To late to turn around, her tears and fears combined and added on to her pound for pound. The world brought her to her knees, will someone help her please. VROOOM to late. There she goes back in the car driving at a fast distance. Headed far with such persistence, onto interstate 15. Not knowing what would be of her. She remembered she was aiming for perfection, slowly but surely on way to her long awaited destination. Here come the same thoughts, again. He was the reason for her failure. He hurt her. Now she’s out to secure a future full of heavy pockets to sustain her.
Welcome to gods Oasis….her eyes glistened in the presence of a modern Babylon. Her hands shook as she drove down the strip, as your heart races, baby hold on. They Say Vegas isn’t for losers, well baby after she hit the town that night. A loser not quite! One night turned into many. She was losing herself in plenty. Her insanity being reinforced by sex, money was her new trophy. Would anybody recognize her? No, please honey!” 2am her Louboutin Heels walk with determination, no sir. No salvation.
Feeding her addiction for artificial lights she hits the strip. No holding back? RIGHT! She looks at him with diamond flooded eyes that hide a soul made of leather. He bites her bottom lip. She laughs and says “you can taste heaven, Cant you? He replies “yea, under any weather. Are you sure I can have whatever?” To the rhythm of her tongue he dances with no question. He looks up at her bare body then around to check for anybody. She looks at him and confesses to be a fan. Your skill has no measure. Come on sit down. No pressure. Confession time is over. Now time comes to make him remember where they’re going, Pleasure. Her night ends in the middle of a hotel suite. But the glittered darkness seems to follow her. Will it defeat? Sex for money free…Free sex usually cost her. Let’s not forget that’s what got her. Another good girl gone…too late to camouflage, well baby you forget it was only a mirage.
At a pit stop she looks at her map. New Mexico it is. C’mon lady, pass the Indian graves. Trust me you’ll get there just ignore the gap. A million thoughts with a couple thousand faces invade all her minds spaces. To late to turn around, her tears and fears combined and added on to her pound for pound. The world brought her to her knees, will someone help her please. VROOOM to late. There she goes back in the car driving at a fast distance. Headed far with such persistence, onto interstate 15. Not knowing what would be of her. She remembered she was aiming for perfection, slowly but surely on way to her long awaited destination. Here come the same thoughts, again. He was the reason for her failure. He hurt her. Now she’s out to secure a future full of heavy pockets to sustain her.
Welcome to gods Oasis….her eyes glistened in the presence of a modern Babylon. Her hands shook as she drove down the strip, as your heart races, baby hold on. They Say Vegas isn’t for losers, well baby after she hit the town that night. A loser not quite! One night turned into many. She was losing herself in plenty. Her insanity being reinforced by sex, money was her new trophy. Would anybody recognize her? No, please honey!” 2am her Louboutin Heels walk with determination, no sir. No salvation.
Feeding her addiction for artificial lights she hits the strip. No holding back? RIGHT! She looks at him with diamond flooded eyes that hide a soul made of leather. He bites her bottom lip. She laughs and says “you can taste heaven, Cant you? He replies “yea, under any weather. Are you sure I can have whatever?” To the rhythm of her tongue he dances with no question. He looks up at her bare body then around to check for anybody. She looks at him and confesses to be a fan. Your skill has no measure. Come on sit down. No pressure. Confession time is over. Now time comes to make him remember where they’re going, Pleasure. Her night ends in the middle of a hotel suite. But the glittered darkness seems to follow her. Will it defeat? Sex for money free…Free sex usually cost her. Let’s not forget that’s what got her. Another good girl gone…too late to camouflage, well baby you forget it was only a mirage.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)