"pepper and cream"
c. 2002, Miriam M. Wynn
you smell of pepper and cream,
spice, mixed with a rich, sweet dream;
your skin, a marvel, of smooth and firm,
your eyes, a cruel, sweet dream of hazel burn;
your hunger makes me whimper and forget myself;
yours is a growl that echoes inside all my walls,
your breath, sweet like spring breezes and soft sweat;
your touch alone incites the fires of brimstone;
your smile a hedonistic harem of silk and moans;
your flesh the incenses of india, gold, brown, blood red,
the velvet heat in your eyes the pull of birth and death;
when you touch me, i mellow with a flicker,
the world stops, and my heart stops beating to listen;
your arms, your gaze, you -
beckon all the things i long to do;
you overwhelm me; tall, noble, lean,
my teeth ache to bite along your lines and planes,
finding crevices, corners, nooks, crannies;
my tongue and lips throb, seeking warm mouthful after mouthful
eager to choke myself on flesh, and you;
i lick the tiny spot behind your ear and listen to you murmur,
i sniff the small of your back and lick you there;
i watch you arch and stretch and rumble,
and trail my fingernails first lightly, then sharply, across you;
you take me by the hands and pin me down,
i tremble, trapped along the sheets with you behind me,
climbing me like the landscape you plan to conquer;
your lightly stubbled jaw scrapes my shoulder, the side of my neck;
i scream, short, and your fingers clench harder;
i feel your breath slide up the nape of my neck,
your soft lips nuzzling there, trailing back and forth again;
i listen to you breathe, insistent,
i whimper, knowing danger is blissfully near;
and then your lips and tongue and teeth against and within my ear,
and i’m gone, lost, frantic, like a caught skittish deer;
but you hold me, fierce, firm, determined;
you suck upon my gasps, grab me with your lips, your teeth,
and i shudder, while my struggles excite us both;
you spread, large like a mountain,
over me, around me, and impale me with your flesh,
your tongue, your sex, your sweat, your lust;
fill me like rivers and drowned valleys and an eager cup;
and i fill, and i fill, and you never stop
feeding me your musky smell, your taste, your clutch, your fuck;
and in this moment, plumbed beneath you,
i am happy to be drowned in pepper, cream,
your fire, your spice, my lust, our dreams:
for i am yours to do with as you please.