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
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