Part 1
When you slice open a watermelon pink juice drips down.
Burning,
I can feel your skin burning under my fingertips.
The sweaty sticky skin being moist from the strenuous workout.
A fragrant smell floating in the room.
A little tangy but almost sweet smelling.
Along with our hot breaths which makes a wonderful atmosphere together.
The sounds that you make under me.
My observant actions and your endearing reactions.
It is a revolutionary play we make.
Looking at me with those pleading eyes.
My conscience gets thinner.
Your glistening eyes.
Star like tear drops glimmer at the ends of your lashes.
A cute nose, the freckles and moles on your skin, like a divine being placed them carefully.
And that pink luscious moistened lips of yours that your lick and bite occasionally drives me crazy.
I cannot help myself but kiss you tenderly.
Our lips that met naturally under magnetic forces.
Your soft lips on mine.
Ravishing.
So tender, so soft.
Nothing could drive me crazier as the way you moved those lips.
My heart beat got faster and louder,
Almost beating out of my chest.
I thought maybe you could hear it, if only it was not muffled by the sounds of our lips gliding against each other.
Making incoherent sounds.
We danced together harmoniously for a long time, just feeling eachother.
Soft wet sensitive skins massaging, sucking, plucking eachother.
Slowly getting hastier and sloppier.
I raised my lonely hand to caress your face while the other one could only explore around.
Feeling your mountains, plains and valleys.
Stroking here, squeezing there.
Running nails across your back.
Undoing our clothes slowly.
I could feel you getting further restless under me.
While I could feel your arms around my neck holding me tighter.
As if to blends of bodies together.
Fingers intertwined with my hair while the other one scratched and dug the fingernails on my back.
More.
I held you tighter in my arms.
And as if understanding my plea you bit my lip asking for entrance.
Shit this is so hot.
More than willing I opened my mouth to grant you access.
I could feel a hot soft and slimy membrane entering and pressing against my own tongue.
And as soon as our tongues met exchanging heat and temperature,
A string in me just broke.
Firecrackers shot up in my head.
As I felt tingling sensation across my pelvis and butterflies dancing in my stomach.
Your tongue explored around my residence as if it owns it.
Pressing against mine, gliding side to side.
Overlapping against each other, drawing in circles.
Getting sloppier, the echoes of the messy kiss getting louder and louder.
Our hands getting more fidgety as the layers of clothes started feeling bothersome.
I could only nib your lips lovingly as your echoes of moans played like love songs to my ears.
I want more.
VOUS LISEZ
The Ugly Diary
PoésieI write what I want. I write what I feel. It's not poetry, it's not lyrics. It's ugly cause it's a real diary. I don't know what it is but it's precious to me. Are your thoughts not precious to you? I just like it this way. Also chances for grammati...
