Drowning, sliding deep
Water calling restless seas
Beckoning playfully deceptive tides
Echoes lost in crashing waves
Nothing can surpass the days
Things swimming within reach
Fear invading violent shrieks
Sinking floating lulling water
Salty taste upon the tongue
Welcoming arms pulling down
Release the terror with last breath
The sea has won the soul is gone.
June 20, 2008 ©Saroya Poirier
Sunday, June 29, 2008
How long must I wait
My body is aching, grab me, and press me close.
Screams echo battering inside my skull.
Raging inside why do you not come?
Invisible tears fill my eyes, hidden and unseen.
This is my life obscured from public view.
Hold me hurt me, my need is great,
Can you not hear, am I all alone?
Come to my call fill me, please!
I languish here, alone among them.
They are blind, cruel do not see this desire.
The lust the crawls through me, hot and wet,
Ready to be impaled, how long must I wait?
I am falling in, can hardly breath.
I ask again, how long must I wait?
June 20 2008 ©Saroya Poirier
Screams echo battering inside my skull.
Raging inside why do you not come?
Invisible tears fill my eyes, hidden and unseen.
This is my life obscured from public view.
Hold me hurt me, my need is great,
Can you not hear, am I all alone?
Come to my call fill me, please!
I languish here, alone among them.
They are blind, cruel do not see this desire.
The lust the crawls through me, hot and wet,
Ready to be impaled, how long must I wait?
I am falling in, can hardly breath.
I ask again, how long must I wait?
June 20 2008 ©Saroya Poirier
Soft Rain
Soft rain falling, gently tapping
Droplets dancing across smooth supple skin.
Rivulets in the valley of full firm breasts,
The pain of nipples puckered on an uplifted chest.
Hands cupped caressing lower guiding flowing water.
Fingers splayed across belly trailing slowly lower.
Mouth slightly opens tongue flicks across lips.
Hair clinging heavily wet against skin
The sound of rain on a summer night,
Soft seeking moans, quivers of passion.
The sirens call of a woman’s need.
Water pooling at heel and toes
Natures touch for a woman,
Waiting
Forever
Alone
June 29, 2008 ©Saroya Poirier
Droplets dancing across smooth supple skin.
Rivulets in the valley of full firm breasts,
The pain of nipples puckered on an uplifted chest.
Hands cupped caressing lower guiding flowing water.
Fingers splayed across belly trailing slowly lower.
Mouth slightly opens tongue flicks across lips.
Hair clinging heavily wet against skin
The sound of rain on a summer night,
Soft seeking moans, quivers of passion.
The sirens call of a woman’s need.
Water pooling at heel and toes
Natures touch for a woman,
Waiting
Forever
Alone
June 29, 2008 ©Saroya Poirier
Friday, June 13, 2008
Touch Me
Touch me
I find it hard to breathe when you are near.
Hold me
I thrill to your embrace nothing can compare.
Fondle me
I find it hard to wait, your hands make me shiver and quake.
Kiss me
I beg for your lips, my mouth trembles and aches.
Bite me
I scream and quiver at the feel of your teeth.
Suck me
I moan and cry out, please, as you hold me at bay.
Pinch me
I whimper, it hurts don’t stop, as you squeeze my breast.
Your tongue
I feel of the flick against my clit, I open you thrust.
Your fingers
I buck against your hand as your fingers slide in.
Your hand
I lay in anticipation waiting for the slap that stings my ass.
Your cock
I am ready body shaking, begging, fill me, slam me, make me.
Your body
I am complete within your arms sated and well satisfied.
©Saroya Poirier
I find it hard to breathe when you are near.
Hold me
I thrill to your embrace nothing can compare.
Fondle me
I find it hard to wait, your hands make me shiver and quake.
Kiss me
I beg for your lips, my mouth trembles and aches.
Bite me
I scream and quiver at the feel of your teeth.
Suck me
I moan and cry out, please, as you hold me at bay.
Pinch me
I whimper, it hurts don’t stop, as you squeeze my breast.
Your tongue
I feel of the flick against my clit, I open you thrust.
Your fingers
I buck against your hand as your fingers slide in.
Your hand
I lay in anticipation waiting for the slap that stings my ass.
Your cock
I am ready body shaking, begging, fill me, slam me, make me.
Your body
I am complete within your arms sated and well satisfied.
©Saroya Poirier
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Persephone
The daughter of Demeter banished from view whiled away her time amidst flowers in bloom. Her long flowing hair lifts in the breeze, framing her body like soft black wings. Eyes like Sapphires glisten with tears in a face of such beauty Zeus sent her here. Each night spent searching the sky hoping for a rescue from solitude. With a deep sigh she turns away after throwing a kiss up to the goddess of the moon.
The sound of a flute drifts on night air enticing Persephone to follow with care. Raising her arms, hands reach out, in a touch more delicate then the air itself. Her body swaying in the magic of dance, her fingertips tease hairs on milk-white skin. She dreams of arms that are strong, and warm, lips in a kiss touching hers. The promise of sexual delight held deeply within, her strong young body begs for release.
Inhaling deeply of the sweet scented air, chest straining in motion breasts lifting, shaking, nipples harden in the breeze. Full lips slightly parted desiring a kiss, with promises of shared endless bliss. Her hand a graceful descent tantalizingly slows follow generous curves of a body for love. Touching here, caressing there, grasping, and moaning in clinching release.
Her hips rise, fall twist and shake. Stretching and arching her smooth perfect back, her stomach quivering, muscles tight. Her hips shake in small shimmies, while ecstasy flows erupting from a body unknown to such touch. Her screams of pleasure filling the skies. The scent of her damp sex drifts on the night air, an aphrodisiac to draw her true love near.
Persephone slowly descends a bed of sweet flowers beckons there. Exhausted and sad a pillow of moss for her head, petals falling like snow from the branches overhead, soon cover her form, as in slumber she lies. She awakens to sounds of night birds calling, and then watches the stars in the night sky. Running a hand slowly through her hair, eyes closed, moaning and completely unaware, she is no longer alone someone else is there.
Her fingers playing languidly at the damp curls her sex, wet and ready, the sound of footsteps brings her out of her reverie. Standing before her is the god she shall wed. Tall dark and strong his hand held out to her, take my hand daughter of Demeter and come live with me for eternity. I would have no other you shall forever be mine. Persephone body heavy with desire looks into the face of a Hades, and knows true love. Hades takes her into his arms, kissing her lips as the he spirits her away to rule in his domain.
©Saroya Poirier
The sound of a flute drifts on night air enticing Persephone to follow with care. Raising her arms, hands reach out, in a touch more delicate then the air itself. Her body swaying in the magic of dance, her fingertips tease hairs on milk-white skin. She dreams of arms that are strong, and warm, lips in a kiss touching hers. The promise of sexual delight held deeply within, her strong young body begs for release.
Inhaling deeply of the sweet scented air, chest straining in motion breasts lifting, shaking, nipples harden in the breeze. Full lips slightly parted desiring a kiss, with promises of shared endless bliss. Her hand a graceful descent tantalizingly slows follow generous curves of a body for love. Touching here, caressing there, grasping, and moaning in clinching release.
Her hips rise, fall twist and shake. Stretching and arching her smooth perfect back, her stomach quivering, muscles tight. Her hips shake in small shimmies, while ecstasy flows erupting from a body unknown to such touch. Her screams of pleasure filling the skies. The scent of her damp sex drifts on the night air, an aphrodisiac to draw her true love near.
Persephone slowly descends a bed of sweet flowers beckons there. Exhausted and sad a pillow of moss for her head, petals falling like snow from the branches overhead, soon cover her form, as in slumber she lies. She awakens to sounds of night birds calling, and then watches the stars in the night sky. Running a hand slowly through her hair, eyes closed, moaning and completely unaware, she is no longer alone someone else is there.
Her fingers playing languidly at the damp curls her sex, wet and ready, the sound of footsteps brings her out of her reverie. Standing before her is the god she shall wed. Tall dark and strong his hand held out to her, take my hand daughter of Demeter and come live with me for eternity. I would have no other you shall forever be mine. Persephone body heavy with desire looks into the face of a Hades, and knows true love. Hades takes her into his arms, kissing her lips as the he spirits her away to rule in his domain.
©Saroya Poirier
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Wondering
I sit and wonder why
Why
Can you fix what must be
Am
Wrong with me that I cannot see
I
Me standing there full of desire
Not
That I would give and receive
Loved
To someone who would be
As
Willing to give back to me
I
Lust sex filled with need
Should
You only need look at me
Be
©Saroya Poirier
Why
Can you fix what must be
Am
Wrong with me that I cannot see
I
Me standing there full of desire
Not
That I would give and receive
Loved
To someone who would be
As
Willing to give back to me
I
Lust sex filled with need
Should
You only need look at me
Be
©Saroya Poirier
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Mermaids & Sirens
Mermaids
Wet wild mermaids play
Splashing about in the bay
Swimming dining along the reef
Sirens song hypnotically sweet
Tweaking voluptuous breasts
Promising sensual delight
Enticing sailors in to swim
Then leading them to the deep
Do not fear you will not drown
You are here now for eternity
This is how the mermaid’s mate
Unless you dare, then beware
In the spring, stay away from there.
@Saroya Poirier 6/04/08
Siren
The pretty face of ocean maids
Fools an unwary soul
Only captains of long ago
Knew the truth of a mermaid’s song
Teeth as sharp as any shark
Not love their looking for
What maids of the deep truly seek
Are the souls of breathing men
The entrances of Hades lair
Lies beneath ocean waves
For every seafaring man it’s true
Beware when siren’s sing
©Saroya Poirier
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A little whimsy
Meow
Soft sleek sensuous, wanton
Meow
Sighing, moaning responses to touch
Purr
A hunter of man, hot wet desire
Hiss
Licking rubbing undulating
Meow
Spread myself for your pleasure
Purr
Inviting scent to drive you insane
Meow
Here boy, come to me, cum for me
Hiss
©Saroya Poirier 6/3/08
Soft sleek sensuous, wanton
Meow
Sighing, moaning responses to touch
Purr
A hunter of man, hot wet desire
Hiss
Licking rubbing undulating
Meow
Spread myself for your pleasure
Purr
Inviting scent to drive you insane
Meow
Here boy, come to me, cum for me
Hiss
©Saroya Poirier 6/3/08
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