poisoning you

i want to poison you.
i want to poison you with me.
i want to poison your thoughts. i want you to think of me when you are alone, when you are with others, when you work, when you play, when you are with him (or others), when he is kissing you, touching you, fucking you, when you are eating, when you are reading, bathing, drinking, sleeping, dreaming, walking, talking, oozing.
when he (or others) touch you i want you to think, “this is nice, but touch me like m does, like so, yes, this is good, very good, but not quite.”
and when you come, think of me. me. me coming in you. with you. whether i’m with you or not.

poisoning you.
because that’s what you have done to me.

could i, would i?

could i make you warm if i leaned you back against this wall, leaned into you, my face beside your face, breathing on you, in your ear?
could i make you warmer if i traced my way all around you, your lovely body. if i pressed a little bit tighter against you?
could i make you warmer still if i slid under your outer clothes and continued my tour of you?
could i make you wet if i slid a hand outside of your darling, delectable underthings? if i held a hand there, your mound in my palm and slowly stirred you about, my thumb sliding in a bit into your silkens? if my tongue, of its own accord, traced its way around your ear, and played about with you there?
could i make you wet if i loosened your outer garments and allowed them to slip to the floor, and my other hand cupped your amazing bottom? and traced and toured and teased and squeezed?
and could i make you ccccccome if i slid into your underthings and found you moistened and maybe teased you with a tap and slip into your wetness and felt your short hairs with my fingers and circled about, and flick-flick-flicked you (as my teeth now do some teasing of their neck, your graceful shoulder), and felt your rhythm, your wonderful rhythm, and you roll about in my hands, hips circling slowly, your bottom in my hand, my fingers teasing you, almost taunting you, certainly tempting you and ultimately
entering, one, two maybe more, entering, almost exiting, entering again and again and again and again and again and again, et al.
and would i make you come if i did all of this and more?
do tell, do tell.

you inside me inside you

running errands today, i fell into traffic, my mind dancing about as it does. i found myself following a car with out of state plates. it was from your present home. and in those short seconds my mind waltzed away from the cold interior of my subaru and into its place with you. I could remember your scent, your warm wonderful scent, I could inhale you ever so quickly and so deeply. (and I remembered us parting that time, me with your lotion, which I took to be hotel lotion, but it was this wonderful Paloma lotion of yours, and i spread it over my chest, and it soaked into me as you did, and now did all the more, and i walked around that day reeking of you and loving it.) and today in the car i remembered how i love that place where your neck meets your shoulder, and it welcomes my mouth, how i like kissing you there and you like me kissing you there, how my chin fits so nicely there, and other parts fit so well, too, especially when i am behind you and i can hold you tight against me. and i remembered how much i enjoy feeling you on me. my hands on you. around you. and…and how it feels to be inside you. but even better i remembered what it feels like when you are inside me and i am inside you, because that’s what it feels like when i am inside you, you are deeply inside me. and thankfully, you are able to stay inside me all the longer.
and no, i didn’t ram another car or get a blasting from another car’s horn. i merely escaped from where i was for those few moments with you and you in me, you in me in you.

she !#@^&* me

she fucked me
softly, hardly, hard, harder, hardest
manually orally bodily (bawdily)

she fucked me
fast and faster and uncontrollably faster still,
and languidly, luxuriously, s l o w l y,
and then s l o w e r and s l o w e r still

she fucked me
here there everywhere
frontwards, backwards and sideways

she fucked me
horizontally
v
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r
t
i
c
a
l
l
y
every which way

she fucked me
when she wanted, when i wanted
when she needed, when i needed
when there was nothing else

she fucked me
selfishly, narcissistically, egotistically
selflessly, generously, bountifully
often, rarely, sporadically

she fucked me
beautifully, randomly, wretchedly
wantonly, wantingly, willingly
barely, rarely, roundly

she fucked me
under, around, on, in, at, instead of, however, whenever, wherever

and ultimately,
she fucked me
over.