Penman Lounge – Page 65 – FREESTYLEVISION

You Ask Me

You ask me…who am I? I am myself…I am every woman.
I sip the waters when I am parched. I eat the fruit to satisfy my hunger…….
I sleep when I tire and rise with the morning sun…
I dance to the music …I sing my own song…
And when I yearn…I yearn for you…my lover …my soul.
How you complete me…enhance me…stir up my fires and warm yourself at them.
I lay here next to you listening to you breathe as you sleep…….
your body still glistening from our joining…I see the smile on your lips and it is so hard for me
not to lean over and kiss you…
Instead…
I will stay here next to you in the glow of candles and watch you…my eyes reveling in the sight.
I am filled with joy…this man is mine.

You

Eyes locked
on eyes
then breaths
quickly drawn in
Lips pressed to lips
as mouths open
tongues glide
and
tangle…
tasting…
claiming…
Oh yes
Hands touching shoulders
then
arms around
pulling closer…
This I remember
Just hours later
I still taste you
in my mouth…
Feel you on me
In me…
Smell you on my skin
My body pulses
feeling moist still
Yes
You do this to me
You
make me weak kneed
You
burn me
You
Yes you…

Who Is

He brought me to the top of the mountain
and laid with me on a cloud
and with his kiss
bonded me to him.
There I touched heaven…

Now back on earth’s solid ground
with his scent still on my skin
and his taste lingering in my mouth
hours later I still tremble…

Who is this man
with eyes of the raging sea
who has planted deep within
my spirit…my body
seeds of fervid need?

Of him I know little
yet…
I am compelled to take his hand
and walk with him down this
unknown path
to embrace
this new world…
to be his willing acolyte…

Now…
My journey begins…

Unspoken

Desires in my mind
long to see the light of day
yet feel safest in the dark…
Sweet velvet covered dark…
You who fascinate me
tempt me
to feel these deeply hidden
unspoken desires…
wanton needs…
buried inside me..
firmly entrenched
covered in layers and layers
of dense gossamer.
Will you lift away each layer
strip them bare
coax them to my surface…
my conscious being?
Would you take said desires
and mold and shape them
to yours…
turning me into your willing,
panting vessel
that overflows with need?
Yes…please…do of what
you speak.
I tremble…
my breath short
as I look at you…
into you…
draw out of you
your deep….smoldering
desire…need.

Yes I am willing…
Take me…
Now…

The Tree – A Memory

I love trees…
Their calm… their strength…their stories.
I love to lie under a tree and I remember once going deep inside a tree
to hide during a game of hide go seek.
I must have been in my early teens…
and all of the sudden I was not alone in that tree.
One of the guys that was the son of my mother’s friend…
he was about 18 I think…takes my chin in his fingers and
lifts up my face to him….I could not make out his
face because, even though we were in that tree, patches
of sunlight could make their way inside.
They haloed his head and darkened his face.
He bent down and kissed me…
gently…fully.
As he pulled away my lower lip was caught between his
as if he did not want to break away from me.
I remember he tasted like cold coca cola.
He then let out his breath and said “Beautiful…grow up fast”
and disappeared out of the tree.
I tried to follow him out but it was like he vanished.
I never saw him again.
He was killed in a boat accident down in Florida where his family spent the winter.
I never forgot that kiss.
Funny…I don’t even remember his name but sometimes when I drink a
cold coca cola and I lick my lips with my cold tongue he comes to mind.
He was the first to kiss me like a woman.
The first to make me feel womanly…beautiful.

The Little Girl Dances

In through my window the tinkling sound drifts
into the dimness of the room.
I peer out and see
the sweetest little girl dancing and laughing
in the bright sunshine
her curls fly around her pink flushed face…
suddenly she stops…
sees me watching her…..
with cocked head she picks up her hand
to shyly wave…then suddenly she breaks into
laughter and gives me the most brilliant smile.
She runs to me
stops at me feet and looks up.
With sweet imploring eyes she invites me to join her
in the sunshine…
I take her hand and she runs…pulls me out of the
gloom
to twirl and spin and dance…
Slowly…I move…
then increasingly pick up speed…her mood
contagious…
I laugh with her…my laughter becomes her
laughter…
My dance…her dance
Then suddenly…I become her
That joyful sweet girl…
She was me all the time
I got lost and she found me…
Dear sweet little girl…
live in me…
Stay alive in me…
Never let me go…

Pleasurable Quivers

Going up and down the spine
landing in
the most sensitive places
to be sensitized more
at the very tip
with tiny brief touches of
tongue
teeth
lips…
Do you feel it?
The lightening bolt
shock
the searing
heat on your
point
waiting for release…
the requisite
torture
to end…
Only to be resurrected
again with even
more intensity
focus
purpose…
to give you pleasure…
deep
primal
gut
gratification.
Feel me tugging
on you..
indulging myself
in YOUR
need for
fulfillment…
release….
Yes…
take…
grab…
embrace…
what is being
offered to you…

Do you Dare?

Are you up for it?

Man enough for it
We shall see.

In The Dark

Kiss me in the dark
Your fingers your eyes
that
guided your lips to mine
and you touched them
opened them
to find my treasure within
my waiting tongue
wanting
to dance with yours
oh my sweet
kiss me deeply
run your fingers through my hair
and
down my back
to my front to
my breasts
and grasp them..,
mold them in your hands
make them your own…
yes my sweet, your own…
in the dark
sweet velvet dark…
take me
push me down
and
open me up further
and with yourself
plunder and take deeply
what is there for you
to discover and claim..
Leave your mark inside of me…
Yes my sweet
take me in the dark…
take me in your dreams
now…

Body

Lying on my bed
alone
thoughts of you…
your lips
that have tasted me
drunk me…
rolled me on your tongue like
the finest wine…
your hands
that have touched me
played me
like a Stradivarius
bringing out my music within…
your eyes
that looked at me deeply
taken in my every move
seen in them
how I give you pleasure…
your voice…your arms…your chest…
the whole of you….
this all I think of you this night
and what you do to me
and in me…
I crave you so…

Let time be kind so you can warm my cold bed soon…

You want me. Don’t you

Even though you sit there calmly
with the tip of your pen in your mouth
I can tell that you want me…
Your fingers are a tad too tight on the tube
of metal.
Your intake of breath a touch too fast
and
that ever so slight flush at your neck.

Your eyes are kept down…
ostensibly studying the paper before you
but
its just a blur because
my scent fills your nostrils making you
slightly twitch with the need to reach out
and pull me to you.
Well sir…do it…yes do it…
because…
you know you want me….
and…
guess what…?
I want you too….