Midnight Lover
He comes to her when all sleep
Gliding through the door
He comes on wings of silent flight
Like no other dream before
He comes to her in dark of night
He is her midnight lover
In dreams of such disturbing sleep
Visions of pain and pleasure
Offerings of blood so sweet
Promises her phantom lover
Unknown pleasure touches her
Darkest passion calling
Come to me my wicked beauty
Calls her demon lover
Words intense full of passion
Commanding my attention
You asked for this my little witch
You called me from my place of rest
States her midnight lover
Whip in hand he holds her tight
Stand so I may bind you
Your pleasure shall be mine this night
With each strike upon you
Obey I say, there’ll be less pain
Promises her phantom lover
The strength of his arm is tempered
With the whips rise and fall
He owns her soul, her will is gone
Her pleasure is what drives him
As the sting of the whip caresses skin
She knows he’s real, not a dream
She’s found her demon lover
He brings her screaming for his touch
His fingers over whip marks glide
Causing skin to tingle, his hand she starts to ride
Her squirming clinching body, causing him to smile
His teeth descend, He Bites, her blood is his this night
Moans elicit from her mouth full of dreadful pleasure
For this night is her last, as she rides her Midnight Lover
©Saroya Poirier
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Adrift
Adrift in dreams
Lost, getting lost in the dream
Young, strong, in another time,
In another place.
Lost, alone, but not alone
My body fills with want, need, desire..
To be touched, caressed, kissed. such urgency,
Such need,for this I dream.
So subtly touch,
A feather light gliding of fingers across my skin.
Touching in all those soft and secret places.
A soft tingle that continues for hours,
Bringing to me want more,
Making my skin twitch, my breath catch.
To stretch and move, arch,
Sliding my body over the sheets.
But who, who will fill me up
Make me scream with desire
Who will build the fire that brings
My passion, unleashes my desire
Who will let me scratch and bite,
Take such time as I need,
Building to that point of no return
Bringing that eruption, so hot then so cold.
Spreading a limpness of body,
Collapsing in calming peaceful sleep,
Each night I dream him,
A different name a different look.. a different feel of him.
No man, every man, but what man
Where can he be, Whose arms hold me in dreams
©Saroya Poirier
Lost, getting lost in the dream
Young, strong, in another time,
In another place.
Lost, alone, but not alone
My body fills with want, need, desire..
To be touched, caressed, kissed. such urgency,
Such need,for this I dream.
So subtly touch,
A feather light gliding of fingers across my skin.
Touching in all those soft and secret places.
A soft tingle that continues for hours,
Bringing to me want more,
Making my skin twitch, my breath catch.
To stretch and move, arch,
Sliding my body over the sheets.
But who, who will fill me up
Make me scream with desire
Who will build the fire that brings
My passion, unleashes my desire
Who will let me scratch and bite,
Take such time as I need,
Building to that point of no return
Bringing that eruption, so hot then so cold.
Spreading a limpness of body,
Collapsing in calming peaceful sleep,
Each night I dream him,
A different name a different look.. a different feel of him.
No man, every man, but what man
Where can he be, Whose arms hold me in dreams
©Saroya Poirier
The Passionate Dance
Knelling before him
Eyes down cast
Finger tips touching
Breath across flesh
She leans in to smell him
Drawn to scent
Face to his body
Her lips on his skin
Tentative kisses
Teeth bared for him
Tasting his essence
Smelling his need
She takes him inside
Then waits to proceed
A flick of her tongue
Teeth biting flesh
She finds it exciting
This passionate dance
Her body on fire
His needs she will meet
Her gaze rises to him
As she sits at his feet.
Skin calling skin
Hunger and need
The smell his blood
Is all that she needs
She sinks to the floor
In a sexual trance
He laughs at his pleasure
In her passionate dance
© Saroya Poirier
Eyes down cast
Finger tips touching
Breath across flesh
She leans in to smell him
Drawn to scent
Face to his body
Her lips on his skin
Tentative kisses
Teeth bared for him
Tasting his essence
Smelling his need
She takes him inside
Then waits to proceed
A flick of her tongue
Teeth biting flesh
She finds it exciting
This passionate dance
Her body on fire
His needs she will meet
Her gaze rises to him
As she sits at his feet.
Skin calling skin
Hunger and need
The smell his blood
Is all that she needs
She sinks to the floor
In a sexual trance
He laughs at his pleasure
In her passionate dance
© Saroya Poirier
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Hello
It’s me, is it too late
Shock, disbelief
It’s you, you called
He speaks, I sigh
I’m touching you
I want you here
Wish I was there
Too excited to speak
Moaning in delight
Don’t stop, please talk
The pleasure is mine
Shock, disbelief
It’s you, you called
He speaks, I sigh
I’m touching you
I want you here
Wish I was there
Too excited to speak
Moaning in delight
Don’t stop, please talk
The pleasure is mine
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sexual Frustration
Muscles tired, joints ache
Your climax near
You are there
It starts, you scream
DONT stop
He comes
Laying there without release
You find you want to punch him
Anger courses though your mind
You resist the urge to hurt him
He rolls over
Tears running down your face
Shaking in frustration
Sexual tension rides your body
You roll over and face him
Reaching out to touch back
Maybe you can coax him
He snores
Your had freezes in midair
You draw it back again
Bow your head against your knees
And cry out your frustration
Once again, it is over
(C)Saroya Poirier
Your climax near
You are there
It starts, you scream
DONT stop
He comes
Laying there without release
You find you want to punch him
Anger courses though your mind
You resist the urge to hurt him
He rolls over
Tears running down your face
Shaking in frustration
Sexual tension rides your body
You roll over and face him
Reaching out to touch back
Maybe you can coax him
He snores
Your had freezes in midair
You draw it back again
Bow your head against your knees
And cry out your frustration
Once again, it is over
(C)Saroya Poirier
Please
She demands
She placates
She begs
She bites
She whimpers in need
She quivers and sighs
She scratches and moans
She pleads and cries
Nerves stretched tight
She shakes with delight
She thrusts and arches
In anger she screams
Now, right now
She bucks to his touch
Shivers beneath his hand
She begs this time
Desperate for more
He covers her body
Ready yet still
He commands her yet
Bends her to his will
Two words not spoken
Her answer to hear
Say please,
Please
She placates
She begs
She bites
She whimpers in need
She quivers and sighs
She scratches and moans
She pleads and cries
Nerves stretched tight
She shakes with delight
She thrusts and arches
In anger she screams
Now, right now
She bucks to his touch
Shivers beneath his hand
She begs this time
Desperate for more
He covers her body
Ready yet still
He commands her yet
Bends her to his will
Two words not spoken
Her answer to hear
Say please,
Please
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Fun in the Bath
Beautiful
Bubbles
Blissfully
Bathing
Body
Passion
Pleasure
Patting
pulsing
Pussssss
ahhhhhhhh
I love my bath
Bubbles
Blissfully
Bathing
Body
Passion
Pleasure
Patting
pulsing
Pussssss
ahhhhhhhh
I love my bath
Body Fluids
Spit and sweat, mingled bodies
Sperm in her slick canal
Moist and warm, griping muscles
His and hers, working as one
Sweet and salty, the tastes of passion
Wet and wild, breasts heaving in action
Body to body, hot and groping
Slipping, sliding in frantic commotion
Orgasms pounded groin to groin
Fantasy, ecstasy, sex and nature,
Living life erotically, brings me pleasure
Know that I am here, know that I am ready
Sperm in her slick canal
Moist and warm, griping muscles
His and hers, working as one
Sweet and salty, the tastes of passion
Wet and wild, breasts heaving in action
Body to body, hot and groping
Slipping, sliding in frantic commotion
Orgasms pounded groin to groin
Fantasy, ecstasy, sex and nature,
Living life erotically, brings me pleasure
Know that I am here, know that I am ready
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Midnight Lover
My Midnight Lover
He comes to me
When all sleep
Gliding through the door
He comes on wings of silent flight
Like no other has before
He comes to me in dark of night
He is my midnight lover
In dreams of such disturbing sleep
Promises of pain and pleasure
Offerings of blood so sweet
Promises my phantom lover
Darkest passion calling me
He is like no other
Come to me my wicked beauty
Calls my demon lover
Words intense full of passion
Commanding my attention
You asked for this my little witch
You called me from my place of rest
States my midnight lover
Whip in hand he holds me tight
Stand so I may bind you
Your pleasure shall be mine this night
With each strike upon you
Do as I say, there will be less pain
Only pleasure beyond your wildest dreams
Promises my phantom lover
The strength in his arm is tempered
With each swing he takes
He wants to possess her,
To bring her like no other
Her pleasure is what drives him now
As the sting of the whip caresses
She knows he’s real
He’s not a dream
He is her demon lover
He brings her screaming for his touch
His hands over whip marks glide
Causing skin to tingle, his hand she starts to ride
Her squirming clinching body, causing him to smile
His teeth at ready now, He Bites
Her blood will give him pleasure
Moans elicit from her mouth
Feeling pain and pleasure
For this night is her last
As she rides her midnight lover
He comes to me
When all sleep
Gliding through the door
He comes on wings of silent flight
Like no other has before
He comes to me in dark of night
He is my midnight lover
In dreams of such disturbing sleep
Promises of pain and pleasure
Offerings of blood so sweet
Promises my phantom lover
Darkest passion calling me
He is like no other
Come to me my wicked beauty
Calls my demon lover
Words intense full of passion
Commanding my attention
You asked for this my little witch
You called me from my place of rest
States my midnight lover
Whip in hand he holds me tight
Stand so I may bind you
Your pleasure shall be mine this night
With each strike upon you
Do as I say, there will be less pain
Only pleasure beyond your wildest dreams
Promises my phantom lover
The strength in his arm is tempered
With each swing he takes
He wants to possess her,
To bring her like no other
Her pleasure is what drives him now
As the sting of the whip caresses
She knows he’s real
He’s not a dream
He is her demon lover
He brings her screaming for his touch
His hands over whip marks glide
Causing skin to tingle, his hand she starts to ride
Her squirming clinching body, causing him to smile
His teeth at ready now, He Bites
Her blood will give him pleasure
Moans elicit from her mouth
Feeling pain and pleasure
For this night is her last
As she rides her midnight lover
Monday, February 11, 2008
Gaia
Gaia
Rain is the caress of mother Gaia.
Thunder is her reprimand.
Earthquakes are her rolling over.
Magma is her blood moons flow.
Her legs in motion of creation,
The ebb and flow of oceans tide.
Tornadoes are her sweeping hands
Her body is the play ground of man.
She cares little for what we do,
We think to change the way she looks.
We try to make the land stay put.
Land or sea it matters not,
She sweeps it all away.
Great winds blow when she breathes,
Hurricanes dance from sea to land.
She is the mother of us all,
Her black rich skin provides our soil,
Her tears our waters flow.
Without her we would not exist,
She tries to let us know.
She was here from beginning,
She will be here till the end.
When we are gone, and she has rested,
She will start it all again.
Gaia the eternal one.
Rain is the caress of mother Gaia.
Thunder is her reprimand.
Earthquakes are her rolling over.
Magma is her blood moons flow.
Her legs in motion of creation,
The ebb and flow of oceans tide.
Tornadoes are her sweeping hands
Her body is the play ground of man.
She cares little for what we do,
We think to change the way she looks.
We try to make the land stay put.
Land or sea it matters not,
She sweeps it all away.
Great winds blow when she breathes,
Hurricanes dance from sea to land.
She is the mother of us all,
Her black rich skin provides our soil,
Her tears our waters flow.
Without her we would not exist,
She tries to let us know.
She was here from beginning,
She will be here till the end.
When we are gone, and she has rested,
She will start it all again.
Gaia the eternal one.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Desperate
The lack of sex
I am mourning the lack of it.
The desert scorching lack of it.
The dying in the desert lack of it.
Shriveling up lack of it.
The dying need of it.
The desperate want of it
The hot wet screaming desire for it
I want to fuck, hear me fuck
I need to be fucked
Good and fucked
Left exhausted fucked
Can anyone hear me?
Oh to touch a man’s erection
To feel that oh so soft skin
To taste him, lick him, squeeze him
Just the thought of it makes my hands tingle
My mouth water, tongue wanting
My crotch throbs, contracts, pulsing
Alone in my bed, no man there.
I am mourning the lack of it.
The desert scorching lack of it.
The dying in the desert lack of it.
Shriveling up lack of it.
The dying need of it.
The desperate want of it
The hot wet screaming desire for it
I want to fuck, hear me fuck
I need to be fucked
Good and fucked
Left exhausted fucked
Can anyone hear me?
Oh to touch a man’s erection
To feel that oh so soft skin
To taste him, lick him, squeeze him
Just the thought of it makes my hands tingle
My mouth water, tongue wanting
My crotch throbs, contracts, pulsing
Alone in my bed, no man there.
Desert
Surrounded by desert
Deserted in my home
Undesired untouched
Needing to be love
It can’t be me
I’m a sexual being
Desire runs though me
Looking for escape
Waiting to be taken
Going unused
Building to overflow
Relief is needed, wanted
Raging grief
Give me relief
Soon
Screaming
Deserted in my home
Undesired untouched
Needing to be love
It can’t be me
I’m a sexual being
Desire runs though me
Looking for escape
Waiting to be taken
Going unused
Building to overflow
Relief is needed, wanted
Raging grief
Give me relief
Soon
Screaming
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Tears
Tears falling
Lost without love
Alone in a desert
Feeling Unloved
Body untouched
Desire unfulfilled
Needs unmet
Desolate no warmth
Intimacy required
None to be found
Find me
Before it’s too late
Lost without love
Alone in a desert
Feeling Unloved
Body untouched
Desire unfulfilled
Needs unmet
Desolate no warmth
Intimacy required
None to be found
Find me
Before it’s too late
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Dreams of a restless man
Dreams of a restless man
Dreams interrupted Body unstill, restless sleep
Driving companions away
She is there, on the edges of trance
Reaching out to soothe, offer solace
Almost touching, a hand outstretched
My wakefulness drives her back
Coming night sets my hopes afire
At the edges of my sleep,
Comes the sensation of her presence
Spells intertwined written in the air
She steps though the veil of Morpheus
Stretching above me
Covering me with her soothing aura
Her sweet breath against my cheek
Whispering words I can only feel
I ache for her touch, I dare not embrace her
I will not break the spell, nor chase away the dream
She begins to fade, the dawn is coming
I reach for her, she is gone
Only an hour has passed, sleep again eludes me
Rising from my bed, I do what I do
Write
Dedicated to Lance
Dreams interrupted Body unstill, restless sleep
Driving companions away
She is there, on the edges of trance
Reaching out to soothe, offer solace
Almost touching, a hand outstretched
My wakefulness drives her back
Coming night sets my hopes afire
At the edges of my sleep,
Comes the sensation of her presence
Spells intertwined written in the air
She steps though the veil of Morpheus
Stretching above me
Covering me with her soothing aura
Her sweet breath against my cheek
Whispering words I can only feel
I ache for her touch, I dare not embrace her
I will not break the spell, nor chase away the dream
She begins to fade, the dawn is coming
I reach for her, she is gone
Only an hour has passed, sleep again eludes me
Rising from my bed, I do what I do
Write
Dedicated to Lance
Saturday, February 2, 2008
The Bath
Lying back in the tub
Bubbles caressing my body
The water, hot, sliding down, head back
Breathing, eyes closed
Feet slide up the wall, legs falling open
The jets massage my shoulders
Bubbles moving though my hair
Half floating, relaxing
My attention is drawn lower
Jets meant for knees
Are directed at my sex
A relaxing beat of water arouses me
A man in dreams not yet known
Not yet kissed, a voice unheard
It is his hand I imagine
Beating the tableau upon my sex
Beating, beating, so close, so close
Bubbles caressing my body
The water, hot, sliding down, head back
Breathing, eyes closed
Feet slide up the wall, legs falling open
The jets massage my shoulders
Bubbles moving though my hair
Half floating, relaxing
My attention is drawn lower
Jets meant for knees
Are directed at my sex
A relaxing beat of water arouses me
A man in dreams not yet known
Not yet kissed, a voice unheard
It is his hand I imagine
Beating the tableau upon my sex
Beating, beating, so close, so close
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