You pull me into your sweet relief.
I’ve been writing tons of poetry now that I’ve finished my first romance novelette, Candi. Candi is now available on Amazon Kindle Vella if you wish to read it! Or you can wait for the paperback and Kindle version, which will both be available on November 25, 2022 on Black Friday. (Stay tuned for a Black Friday sale!)
In the meantime, here is a very personal poem entitled “Heat.” (It may not be safe for work, so beware!)
It is dedicated to someone very special. He knows who he is.
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I feel heat between us. It sticks in the air between us. Steamy. Heavy. Skin glistening. Pussy moistening, pooling inside lacy, black underwear, anticipating the explosion between us. My wetness covers your tip before you penetrate. Gazing into each other's eyes is our foreplay. I feel heat between us. A mugginess so stifling it’s hard to breathe. Kismet. Connected. Pussy throbbing. Heart palpitating. You pull me into your sweet relief. Sucking on lower lips, fleshy skin, writhing hips. A heat so intense we can’t help but lean in. Tracing hearts on your bronze back with colorful nails, you enter me. Screaming so loud when I come, the neighbors can feel my ecstasy. And even when there is space between us, I am transfixed by memories of bliss while driving down Sunrise in my ride, recalling the crinkles in your sexy brown eyes, how our legs intertwine as we lay naked in bed, bearing goals, dreams, and fears while sometimes close to tears. I know. The heat between us sounds like a fantasy. Something most chuck up to lust and chemistry. When in fact, it's a rhapsody of music and poetry. Inexplicable familiarity. Connectivity. Like we’ve met before. Soul mates in a past life, loving each other under Incan and Taino skies. So I hold onto the heat between us, because it’s not ordinary between us. As we move through life, I still feel it between us. I breath it in, respecting the space between us. Seeking comfort in past words spoken when there is silence between us. Ears perk up when melodies we’ve made love to fill the silence between us. I continue to move to your rhythm. To flow within your prism. Unafraid to be burned by the heat between us. And when it hurts, I blow away the pain with open lips. Wear the scars proudly on golden skin. Because what matters is what we feel between us. That you’ve set my heart ablaze in so many new and exciting ways. And so I’ll wear the scars proudly on my skin. I come back for more, another taste. Another tender moment and warm embrace between us. To hear more loving words between us. To feel the heat between us, over and over again.