Should I keep loving forever? Will I be dropped into the hands of the man I desire?
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~ Is the search my part or yours?
Should I hide and keep all the gifts my body holds for an illusion?
That you would arrive someday in the future
That you would walk in confident that I would receive you
Ready to take me on the rest of the journey that led you to me
What about you would lower my guard? I'm dreaming...
I know the pleasure that I am
With tears and days
A mirror took in of me what men couldn't see
Naked on the bed
Soft shadows around every soft curve
Tears of fear that you've neglected my story
That I am not given the chance to shine as other women could
I want to be her
The woman they shamed out of me
A woman who wears her darkest desires
Shamelessly pulling in any man with lust she wants to immerse herself in
It's a crime to waste my beauty and sweet taste
Give me a stage to be desired, I deserve your attentive and soft gaze
Give me an audience whose needs you created me for and Iet me receive the praise
Who was it you created me this precisely for? Is my vastness and wildness for a man to succumb to?
Let me be with a man alone
I crave my own unraveling more than I crave to be his
I want to witness myself go from cold to hot
Fiery then warm
Crazy then sore
Motherly then a whore
I want to create chaos and then fall asleep in his arms
I want to lose myself in all that can come through me
She owes it to herself to embody and embrace every woman that she is
She must know herself before she is claimed by any
I'm endless
A full range of colors to entertain each hour of his day
How can a man complement me? What could he add to my play?
Sometimes I deny myself pleasure thinking he'll notice my needs and take me there instead
I hold my breath and long ever more intensely
To be grateful after he overwhelms my senses and then frees me
But you never arrive
You never kneel ready and grounded in front of my heavenly gates
You're never here to open and receive my honey
Am I not the art that delights you and the challenge that awakens you?
There are lines on my body that I wish for you to remember
Compliments I can't give myself because I'm not you
My scent I won't recognize as you could
My highest meaning I could not know without you
So to the Gods who love me
The hearts that remember me
Don't let me be wasted
I'm a fertile ground for magic and passion
I pray you see the Goddess in me the way I do...
As I lay down the softest blanket I have
With the night sky and candles, I calm my fears
With a gentle first kiss and my own caress, I give in
. I am .
YOU ARE READING
~ All My Senses
Short Story~ Erotica Because the Gods would not create a stream of passion with no purpose RosesForBlues