The look on your face, when I showed up at your hotel,
absolutely “priceless”, no words can even tell.
Busy schedules, that keep us away and apart,
I was missing you so badly, Babe, anguish was in my heart.
So with short notice and I mean on a whim,
something screamed inside…”Go NOW! Go to Him”.
Your days with others busy, but your late nights free.
I could hold you and you could hold me.
I became so nervous as I took your hand to dance.
The amused smile on your face when I
stepped on your toes during our prance.
You held me close, ran your forefinger around my lips,
I looked up into your eyes to give you a sly glimpse.
Your right hand was resting in the small of my back.
I whispered to you, “Do you want Ecstasy’s climb right here,
or do we get bare in the sack?”
The tune was over, we sat back down with guests at our table.
I placed my hand on top of yours as you slid it up inside my skirt,
we could both feel I was ready, wet and able.
I couldn’t keep a straight face when you announced,
“Good night all, we’re gonna go watch some cable.
People everywhere seemed to block our escape.
and I haven’t forgotten I owe you a new shirt because I
ripped yours open and buttons flew off every place.
My unzipped skirt, with a single jerk from you, hit the carpet,
Your eyes delight “Very Hot!”, they did gleam,
when they gazed upon my parts as if never seen.
I lay back, placed my toes on your shoulders crest.
I said, “Hey Babe, your shoulders feel like a good spot
for my ankles to rest.”
You kissed my toes up to the inside of my thighs.
“OOH”, my loud moan. When you nibbled my left nipple,
I can still hear your entry’s, “I’m taking charge,” sighs.
Our passion beyond sizzling as we shared the same moves.
My muscles squeezed you so tight, as we hit Ecstacy’s groves.
My climax squeal so loud, three whole floors now know your name.
I do hope my nail scratches on your back heal quickly,
My body still tingling, don’t think it’ll ever be the same.
Our friends so surprised, that together we snuck in some space.
San Antonio, Texas, indeed a romantic place.
And when you said you like to dance with me to the tune,
“Thinking Out Loud”,
at that moment I became yours, which shut up gossips crowd.
“I’d do it over and over again”, …Yes me too,
as long as the dancing, exploring, kissing, licking,
nibbling, slurping, and lovemaking are done with you.
When I look in your eyes,
I see the beauty in the stars
of MIdnight skies.
I steal a kiss to your surprise.
Cuddled together till sunrise.
Your hands over my body
start to explore.
Your sly smile,
from my “touch me there again” sighs.
I push up your shirt, lick the center of your chest.
Your left-hand slides up my right thigh,
underneath my dress.
You pull me to you, face to face,
we share a passionate kiss.
When I look into your eyes, I see this bliss.
I unhook your belt buckle, your jeans I unbutton.
My right-hand glides over your manhood.
Piece by piece, we help each other
Our deep breathing turns into fast pants.
In your eyes upon your entry,
I can see my own quivering gasp.
I taste your tender lips as yours once again
press into mine.
You lift me up into you so I can feel you deeper
by my behind.
You stretch out my arms,
nuzzle your face over both my breasts.
My euphoric moaning,
over what may be becoming next.
I’m hypnotized, as I look in your eyes.
The spell is finally broken of your vex.
Because your eyes become covered
and by your very own “Hey you!” text.
Here are the stories as I remember them true.
The first one starts early mornin of June 28, 1992.
I was shook awaken in my bed.
My thought, “just roll with it, it’s a small one.” in my head.
Stronger and harder was Earth’s very own roaring roll.
Then the transformer blew and fear wanted control.
I screamed for my babies “Get up, NOW! Get outta your beds”
I was worried I couldn’t get to them fast enough,
and the roof would cave in on their tiny heads.
We kept our brains and eyes covered
for safety, many would say,
as we huddled close together in the bedroom doorway.
Cut the gas, no electric, no phone.
It’s was 5am PST. Millions of people home.
The car radio was giving news,
folks walking the streets checking for, “Anyone injured?” clues.
Can’t tell yet, if it’s a before.
This could only be the beginning.
A stronger one yet may be in store.
This act of God is gonna leave a sore.
McDonald’s was open. Coffee.
We started to calm down.
Then BOOM!! 8:04 am,
another strong Earthquake came rollin’ around.
I bounced back and forth,
this time in the dining room doorway,
my babies safe, in play’s daze.
Our bodies shook for 3 straight days.
All that I loved were alive and safe.
We were fortunately spared harm
during those two forceful Earthquakes.
Yet, in those mighty jolts not one glass, plate,
framed photo, painting or nicknack
fell out or off or lost its place.
It would be several years later, once again
I would feel controls fear.
September 11, 2001. The whole World shook,
attacked on U.S. soil.
My thought, “Is World War III near?”
This time, The Web and CNN reported live.
On the look in G.W. eyes,
the eerie silence in the U.S. skies,
the tragedies, and the destruction.
Did the Earth stop turning and if so under whose instruction?
The missing, displaced, deceased, devastation widespread.
On this morning every person of peace had tears to shed.
This was no act of God.
NO! Hatred of the “Free World” instead.
My babies were older, they were not with me at home.
I could feel my own fear in millions of others tho,
I knew like me, they were not alone.
But, the USA would cheer over those famous words said,
the night Obama announced, “Osama is DEAD!”
We as people move forward, with our scars.
Our tears must dry.
Love conquers over fear.
and we’ll continue to pay whatever the price.
Our fight for Life is never too high.
Hey there Handsome, know your day has been busy, but I just had to share,
all about thoughts you put in my head this morning, to make you aware.
Remembering the rum, perfect was its spice
and the melting cold sensations when our
hot bodies melted the ice.
The erotic sound of your slurps,
as I ran my fingers through your hair,
my “OH MY GOD”, as I held your head.
How of me you first did flip,
then gently laid your tip.
My moans of excitement.
Your words of enticement.
Feeling uninhibitedly submissively free.
You brought out hidden sensual in my soul,
in those moments your words and breaths,
over me, took possession’s control.
How I returned your favor,
with such uncensored behavior.
I wanted your body to feel,
what you had done to mine with such zeal.
With ice in my mouth,
started to kissin’ your body movin’ south.
Your pelvic twitch.
My licking, suckling.
My whisper, ” Babe, you ain’t goin nowhere
til you reach ecstasy’s bliss.”
Your breathing, my nibbles,
how they kept in time.
Our passionate kiss after…
See what you did Babe?
You inspired this rhyme.
Your lips haven’t left my mind.
My mouth is watering, my desire thirsts.
“Swapin spit” with you, sweeter than wine.
Kiss…me, let it tell me
“You’re my Woman! I’m proud your mine.”
Stick your tongue out, my teeth will give a gentle tug.
With one single kiss, we can start to unplug.
I want to feel your tongue’s swirl,
this very notion makes my toes curl.
Kiss…me, let’s see where our wheel lands
when we give it a whirl.
Ooh…mmm, tingling sensations, goosebumps,
the anticipation of the thrill,
when our mouths meet and seal.
Kiss…me. Hear my passions echo
through your veins,
when I sex out your brains.
Take fair warning before we play,
Uh-huh, I’m sensually flirty, NO easy lay.
C’mere Babe, feel what my body’s
craving for you has to say.
Kiss…me, Handsome, let me make your day.
My breasts succulent, my hips curves.
The feel of you inside me as my
feminine muscles grip and swerves.
My mouth when I nibble over your body,
setting off erotic nerves.
You should be worshipped, all kings should.
Kiss…me, like only MY lover, would.
Did you feel that flutter through your hair?
It’s the haunt of my whisper,
sent only to you, with adoring flair,
blown to the NorthEast wind
“Come and Kiss your Babe…then kiss me again”.
Hey Handsome, whatcha doin?
I have this little naughty idea. Yeah…
It’s been brewing in my head,
about you and me wrestling in bed?
Something a little steamy to make our day complete.
Are you in the mood for a teeny erotic treat?
The treat includes candy,
whipped up with a few
ingredients that were handy.
In a favorite flavor of strawberry,
I’ll also pour us a rum and Dr. Pepper.
I promise Babe, you’ll have a smile and feel merry.
The candy I spread all over you,
Then I lick it off you from head to toe.
The plan is to stop and suckle your various erogenous zones,
every one of my nibbles you’ll feel down to your bones.
And when you scream my name
into the neighborhood hall of fame.
We’ll toss a log on our fire,
as our licky sticky bodies will require…
A shower…We’ll lather each other up, rinse,
then do me against the shower wall
until the hot water loses power.
We’ll dry each other off,
then moisturize for soft healthy skin.
and Sexy, if after you’re still hungry,
we’ll just eat the treat again.
Know your day will be busy, on certain priorities your mind must dote.
I miss you, so thought I’d drop you this little note.
Ask if there’s a way a little time you could steal,
come on over for lunch,
cuz if you have the appetite, I’d like to be your meal?
I’ll greet you at the door, my clothes already shed,
and allow me to do to you,
the erotic inklings swirling in my head.
By spending your lunch hour with me in bed.
I see us both on our knees,
I’m whispering, “I’m starvin’ for you, Babe,
go ahead…do me as you please.”
I’m straddling you from behind.
Does this give you and hint
just what I have in mind?
Y…e…s…s, pull me back is what you do,
as I grind down on your manhood,
my muscles grip tightly around you.
Your left hand gently cups my left breast,
my nipple rolls through your fingers.
I want to hear the tune that exploits my senses,
which is your moaning breaths.
Your right-hand tugs my hair back.
Then reminds me who I belong to,
with a soft hip pat.
Your smooth nibbles on my neck, turn to tiny bites,
so carefully placed, your “Babe was here marks”
but my hair keeps em out of sight.
So maybe you can steal a little time,
we can be alone. I have to see,
If I scream your name
like I do in my inklings fantasy.