Take Me

I stand by the window..
Looking at the beautiful starry night sky..
Wishing he could feel my ache..
The longing in the pit of my being..
The uncontrollable urge to be taken..

Looking back at him laying peacefully..
A small smile on his face as he slumbers..
Off in dreamland he rests..
As I keep looking over his beautiful, manly body..
I wonder if he knows how he makes me feel..
I wonder if he knows how his touch makes me shiver..
If he knows how I wish we could be connected forever..
How his kisses melt me into a soaking dripping mess..
How his glance caresses my soul..

Oh how I crave him..
How I yearn for those slow wet trails of kisses across my neck..
How I’m needy for his calloused hands all over my body..
How I hanker for him to take me leisurely..
As if he has all the time in the world..
How I wish for the deep, slow, torturous thrusts..
Looking deep into my soul.. Stealing it away with a simple perusal..
How I desire the slow ascension to the explosion..
Building, and taking us higher with every second..
How I hunger for that sexy, hoarse way he whisper my name..
As we explode into oblivion in each other’s arms..
Oh how I need to be taken..

Missing you..

Sometimes I think i’m safely in your arms..
I think my world is completely whole..
Happy even.. 
That I might wake up to see your handsome face..
To feel your soft lips on mine..
Your calloused hands  softly caressing my body..
But then reality crashes down over me..
And i realize that the place where my heart used to reside is empty..
I realize you are nowhere to be found, no longer with me..
And I remember you are a million miles away from me..
And I start to miss you all over again..

Number one….

One day..
One far away day..
one lonely day..

Just one day…

I will finally be someone’s number one..

It might not be today..

It might not be  tomorrow..

Might not even be in the next ten years..

But I have to believe…
I have to hope and pray..

That one day..

Someone will love me enough..
Need me enough…
Adore me enough..

To render me their number one..

I Long To Go Back…

I wish..

I just yearn..

That I could go back..

Travel back to a time..

When I used to be free..

A time when I used to be brave..

Unafraid to live..

Fearless to explore…

Open to shamelessly love..

Swallow Me Whole…

I feel a darkness..
A darkness within..
Surrounding me..
Like dark poisonous vines curving around a dying tree..
Pain..
Utter and ultimate misery..
Twirls around my slow beating heart..
Swallowing me whole..
Devouring my inner being..

Forbidden Love.. Part One

As i sit watching her from afar, watching her every move, her hazel innocent eyes, her soft pink lips, her voluptuous lustrous body,her long silky hair. I wonder is she thinking about me, does she even know i exist, every muscle in my body aches the more i am apart from her. All i want to do is walk up to her, grab her by her small waist and embrace her but i cant. I have to keep reminding myself i am married. I have a wonderful husband who adores me and i have to keep away from Anaise.
We met on a cold rainy night, my husband and i had just gotten into a big fight. I went on a drive to the closest coffee shop and the moment i walked into the shop my eyes went directly to her, in her short shorts, long shiny hair falling gently over her shoulders. I felt an instant connection that i didn’t understand, she walked right up to me and told me how breath taking i was, being so long since i heard that from anyone, i fell for her that very minute.
” I am Anaise” she said the words flowing seductively out of her.
” I am Yara” i responded quietly and nervously feeling extremely flushed. We talked all night long, laughing and flirting, i never understood the feelings i developed for her, a woman can never feel that way for another woman. I had been told this on many occasions. From that night on i could never stop thinking about her, every time i’m with my husband i cant stop comparing him to her. When he touches me, all i can think about is his hands are not as gentle as hers, when he kisses me all i can think about is his lips are not as soft and delicious as hers, when he makes love to me i feel a pang of guilt and disgust because i am faking what should be the most beautiful act between two people who love each other.

” Hey beautiful, wanna get out of here?” Anaise says, pulling me away from my thoughts as she sat down and kissed me on the cheek

To be continued…

Hot Summer Day

I saw you on a hot summer day

Your eyes were glistening with desire and longing

As handsome as a knight riding his horse ever waving an eager sword

Strikingly tall and proud  

Your sun kissed skin shinning as the water droplets drip from your wet body

The moment you touched my hand i knew  you were going to be trouble

Your sweet embrace took my breath away

As you turned around and said ” you intoxicate me”

I felt a shiver travel down my spine

As you moved your lips from mine to the nape of my neck

And your hands in a soft caress to the small of my back

My eyes shut tight as I felt a shudder with in me

You knocked my headlights out.. 

And then I heard you call my name..over and over and over you called me

Until my eyes flew open and you disappeared into foggy nothingness

I can still feel your rose like lips on mine as i move my finger over them

Your soft fingertips touching my bare skin

How could it have been a dream….