Continuing my theme of fevered anticipation, another writing based on my recent experience of wanting someone so much I physically ache. Goddamn it April, hurry your ass up!
Erotic Visitation
I am haunted
By the weight of your lips on mine.
The taste of you, the shape of you, the want of you.
Ghosts of those kisses
vibrate through my thoughts, words and deeds,
like a poltergeist ripping through me,
Shaking me to my core.
Uncontrolled lust rampaging,
making me wet.
Soaking, desperate, needy.
Ethereal threads of remembered embrace
entangle me tightly.
Wrapping me in a net of sensuality.
Where every movement is an electric pulse
to my cunt.
Through every vein
a visceral jolt of anticipated ecstasy
leaving me breathlessly
wanting you.
It sounds like something hot and sexy is about to happen in April and I look forward to read more about it, especially after reading the above :)
Rebel xox
Yes, sexy hot things are coming in April and you know I’ll be writing about it. ;)
I really am liking this poetry prose you have writing lately – and look forward to the hot stuff coming soon ;-)
It’s interesting, I think I naturally have a poetic nature, my first writings were always poems. I suppose for writings that are so very personal and in a way, an offering of my excitement to the person who inspires it, I slip back into this natural poetry. Instead of writing a script for characters. This is pure emotion.