The Room
a butterfly smile flits across your face, hovering above your full petal lips, sipping delicately from the nectar of your tongue as it writhes around mine. it's hot in the room, and a slight flush creeps slowly from your cheekbones down to the curves where your jawbones disappear deliciously towards your neck. an idle hand plays in your long straight hair, sliding down the loose strands straying across your face as the fan gusts warm drafts chasing each other round and round the room. you look at me as we kiss, your kohl-rimmed eyes boring into mine. the eyes of longing, of a hunger that cannot be sated by the mere meeting of two lustful bodies. a thirst that will not be slaked in this life or the next. a want that became a need.
you love it when i tease, you need it almost. you look almost homely in my old white school shirt, the top two buttons undone, and nothing underneath. i pull off a long black hair from the shirt collar, and run it imperceptibly over your cheek. you flinch gently as it tickles a trail over your face. you impudently nip at my ear lobe, and whisper throatily "spank me, i'm a bad girl!". i laugh at that, while you lift the shirt tail and lay across my lap. you turn around to look at me, wiggling your curvy bottom saucily, and i can't help but laugh even louder! you want it real bad, i can see that, but i'm not gonna give it to you! i have to stop laughing eventually as your greedy lips find mine and we roll around, a white shirt and black boxers in a tumble dryer.
we live like two bohemians in this room, the once-whitewashed walls now covered in swathes of red, blobs of yellow, words of black and clouds of blue. we make gentle love, drink dry chardonnay and i paint sunflower fields at sunset. we go at it like animals in heat, smoke camel turkish royals and i paint alice in chains lyrics. at night we light pine-scented candles, imagine ourselves in a forest with the star-spangled night sky above for a blanket, and watch our shadows intertwine with wispy smoke trails on the walls. we eat raspberries dipped in vanilla ice cream, that stain our fingers and lips red. i play with creating red stains on your creamy skin, and marvel how different cool ice cream tastes when slathered over your hot sweaty belly.
and when you cannot take it any more, i hold you by the hair and yank your head up to kiss your lips until they turn blue, and your moan turns into a hoarse scream. in the corner where two walls meet the floor, sitting on the couch, standing against the door and lying on the rug under the window where the sun rays pour in to herald another dawn. who would ever want to leave the room?
you love it when i tease, you need it almost. you look almost homely in my old white school shirt, the top two buttons undone, and nothing underneath. i pull off a long black hair from the shirt collar, and run it imperceptibly over your cheek. you flinch gently as it tickles a trail over your face. you impudently nip at my ear lobe, and whisper throatily "spank me, i'm a bad girl!". i laugh at that, while you lift the shirt tail and lay across my lap. you turn around to look at me, wiggling your curvy bottom saucily, and i can't help but laugh even louder! you want it real bad, i can see that, but i'm not gonna give it to you! i have to stop laughing eventually as your greedy lips find mine and we roll around, a white shirt and black boxers in a tumble dryer.
we live like two bohemians in this room, the once-whitewashed walls now covered in swathes of red, blobs of yellow, words of black and clouds of blue. we make gentle love, drink dry chardonnay and i paint sunflower fields at sunset. we go at it like animals in heat, smoke camel turkish royals and i paint alice in chains lyrics. at night we light pine-scented candles, imagine ourselves in a forest with the star-spangled night sky above for a blanket, and watch our shadows intertwine with wispy smoke trails on the walls. we eat raspberries dipped in vanilla ice cream, that stain our fingers and lips red. i play with creating red stains on your creamy skin, and marvel how different cool ice cream tastes when slathered over your hot sweaty belly.
and when you cannot take it any more, i hold you by the hair and yank your head up to kiss your lips until they turn blue, and your moan turns into a hoarse scream. in the corner where two walls meet the floor, sitting on the couch, standing against the door and lying on the rug under the window where the sun rays pour in to herald another dawn. who would ever want to leave the room?
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