late night love pt1

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
Move
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat Continue reading

In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

back seat driver

Its late.

The world is asleep

Warm orange glow from the street lights blankets her car.

Its hue unfolds itself across the interior.

She parks.

Lights off, engine stopped.

Her heart beats bassline rhythm.

The music of anticipation has her inner goddess dancing

She smiles to herself

Bottom lip curls up under her teeth

She climbs into the back seat

Lays down and dials his number

His voice is Miles Davies jazz

Soft

Low

Mellow

Eyes closed she listens to him speak

Replies with wit, sharp sarcasm, playful banter

His response is consider, subtle, focused

She can hear him smile

Carbon dioxide builds in this small space

Blends with the woman mist that has formed across her garden

He can hear her want

Its audible silence is loud

It echoes between her words

Between the valley of her thighs

Her body revs

Hormones race

Inner goddess has become a racer

Speeds around corners of longing

Zips passed logic leaving it far behind

Accelerates

While fingers cruse across the track of her inner thighs

The fuel burns as her inner goddess welcomes

Nimble fingers that move slow but cause tingles to race up her spine

He speaks slowly

Navigates direction of finger tips

His voice dictates

Commands

Guides the vehicle of fingers

Circles

Loops

Accelerate

Faster…

Faster…

Faster…

The engine of her body moans

Roars

Revs loud

Delicate speed of finger tips rush her towards the finish line

The chequered flag of release waves in front of her

Senses flash black and white

She rushes passed the finish line of pleasure

Back arches in sweet victory celebration

First place triumph …

Aug 9 2012 – 11:47pm

Posted by eroticnoire

precious

This morning
I woke up
My dick
Harder
Than diamonds
U slipped
The golden ring of you
Round me
We make sex
That is precious

Posted by eroticnoire

your motion, i am a slave

I a slave to your motion

transfixed

held captive

the roll and sway of your hips

they are magnetic

I am steel

your full

round

sculptured

booty

its magic

no, its a miracle

I thank God

Amen

watching you is visual heaven

but makes me wanna sin

legs sride

elegant

bold

solid, yet light

your movement grabs me by the eyes

bitter-sweet

always new

I am a slave to your motion

my second poetic recording … I don’t kiss

I’ve been a bit naughty today (but not in the erotic sense) I’ve got other things to do but felt the need to post a second recording. Well, the feedback to the first one has been good so thought i might be on to something. Hope the sequel  is as good as the first :-$

click on the image below to have a listen or click here

 

my first poetic recording…

ok … its been a couple days since I posted and I feel bad for leaving it so long. As usual I was up at silly hours of the night and decided I’d do a DIY creative home job. The result a home recording made on my phone and set to images. To listen just click here or on the image below … lemme know your thoughts