Drought Thoughts

Exquisite Nudes

There’s magic in the earth tones
Which stain her skin
Mysteries in her dark spaces 
She is art, as if God painted 
A portrait of my ideal woman
What he creates is her
It’s the way every inch of her body
Is uniquely hers
From the arch of her back 
To the ridges in her belly 
Her vessel has a whole 
An invitation for love 
There’s a softness to her
Magnified when the suns rays 
Caress her skin
In that moment in light
I wish I could do the same 
The life lines above her thighs
Tell a story I’m eager to read
Chapters I yearn to explore 
A lick of my thumb
I’ll turn her page
Being careful not to skip
A single word of her journey 
She aims to please 
She’s written fantasies between her knees 
Only an open mind ca...

Prompt - Write Me In Control

Imagine
A lovers touch 
Provoking dormant ideologies 
of Love Lust and the fulfillment of 
your Needs. 
Mentally 
Igniting an urge to be 
Conquered. 
Sexually.
Spirit of lust unchained. 
Your body 
In his hands 
Because trust is the man 
Willing to tame the beast. 
An invitation to feast 
On what lies underneath 
Satin & Flesh. 
Beauty skin deep. 
Seep into pores. 
Become one and the same. 
Sink teeth into chest.
Force remembrance of name.
Expell inhibition. 
Love into submission. 
He’s yearned for touch. 
Pain is forgiven

Response

Join me on this poetic high
Our mentals ***ed, sensually touched
By uncontrollable thoughts of lust
The magnetic attraction of our bodies 
Has my legs spread; your silhouette in head
Stroking, quoting, every word you’ve said
This feels too damn right to be wrong
Can I simultaneously touch your mind and body with gentle hand and sharp tongue 
I know what you need to hear
My stiffness in your thickness 
I hope my bluntness is forgiven 
I want you as much as this write indicates 
Step through the door 
Let cloth fall to floor
I love the fact you’re comfortable in your own skin
Let me begin by tracing your favorite words
Up and down your spine
Visible to only my eyes but you will feel
My thick scribes penetrate from behind
Scream my name
Please, do not recite our writes in vain
For they have given ...

Late Night Collab ll

If your body was a religion I’d give my life to your thighs
Get baptized in the sweat our connected bodies produce
I’d stay up all night to learn your gospel
I would feel the need to speak in tongues every time I see your clit
Let me choke you so good I finally meet your holy ghost
You can take my communion when I drip down your throat

Drought Thoughts

I want to toss her around my bed

Pin her down Touch, lick, kiss Slap, choke, smack

Pull her hair, grab her waist

Shove my face between her legs

Pick her up, slide me in

Against the wall

On my couch

Kitchen counter

Hardwood floor

Wherever whatever

Laugh smile talk

Moan gasp whatever

Watch her run

Pull her back

Claw marks on my back

I just wish we were together

Gutter

Feel free to let the screams o...