shadows and sheets
c. 2006, Miriam M. WynnLick. Bite. Drip. Lust.
I see you and I need to unveil you
Thrill you, hail you, want to derail you.
Break you apart.Your eyes, sirens in a black night,
Burning, lasers, wailing for ferocious things,
You think you know, but never have.Sweet stirring male flesh,
Spread before me like a tease.
Under your shirt, muscles and flesh,
Cut like a woman’s mouth sculpted each curve
of hot night Into wet, hot, bliss.Your body, rippling beneath me,
A feast for my eyes and lips.
Down. Down. Open. Yes,
Give it to me, and fall down.Rough jaw stubbled with black,
Scraping against my tender nether parts,
Against the insides of my thighs,
My pale wrists, thin and delicate,
The arch of my neck, my cheeks, my lips,
Bent head thick with wild locks—
Down. Down. Bite. Harder.
Trail of black hair between the undulating lines of
your slick six pack,
Belly button dustblown with a promise leading south,
South. Down. Open. Lick.I love the way you twitch, you moan.
Your whole body shudders, tightens and
Expands, beneath me, like a tiger.
Your eyes wild, hungry, scared.Where I’m taking you most men have never been.
You should be scared … and hard.My appetite makes me softskinned and sharptoothed,
As wild as you are, and we have yet to begin.Open. Down. Bite. Drip.
I haven’t even gotten your pants open yet,
And I have never been this wet.
Your eyes are lined with lashes so thick
You look like a British rocker, glam;
Lines alongside your wide mouth that deepen
As you spread your lips and show me your fangs;
My teeth match and only hint at all the things
You have yet to see.Down. Open. Down. Bite.
Mmm, in shadows your creamy skin is writhing.
Do you like it when I talk dirty in your ear?
Do you want me to fuck you?
Yes, I know you do.
Turn over. Your full firm ass begs for biting.Pretty hungry boy,
You arch your back like a model.
Your hands grip the sheets like a victim,
Dying violently for me to touch you,
Wide fingers digging into the soft pillow tops,
Thrusting down hard against the mattress,
As if it were me.Down. Down. Down. Down.
You smell like sex.
Fire. Combustion. Coal and flint.
You on the verge of violence makes me shake.
I want to rub myself into every pore along your skin.
Fight me. Dominate me.
Slam yourself into me hard.Turn. Down. Over. Show me.
You look like you want to hurt me.
Will you hurt me? Can you hurt me?
My wrists clamped in your fingers
Against the confused sheets.
Your mouth panting above mine,
Your crotch shoved against mine.Hard like the relentlessness of time
Unstoppable, immovable.
Open me. Pry me. Give me. Give it to me.
Hot fire and lava, hot rocks and ashes,
Burning away my fingertips,
Thrusting between my inner lips.Baby, fuck me. Don’t stop looking at me.
Fuck me. Fuck me.
Sneer at me, curse at me. Hurt me.
Lick me, bite me.
Squeeze me, strike me.
Stuff me, fill me.
Shove inside of me, roll me.
Bend me back and ram me,
Show me how much you can do
With all that heat and oh those eyes.Wild eyes framed by thick black lashes,
Slender lips dripping sweat and saliva,
You taste like animal,
Shadows seeping from your dark irises
Burning hunger between us up like oxygen,
My appetite a match for yours,
On these torn and damp white sheets.