Sharpened Blades

I want her feeling this series of moments
As I do, deeply and filled by my desire
Holding her upright and close to me
My hands touch her lightly
Drifting down her shoulders, my lips
Exploring neck, cheek and forehead
Her mouth, opened to our tongues' plunges
My hands upon her hips, soft skin's harness
I shift slightly, her legs around me, vised constraint
Take her breast and weigh it tightly, thumbed frictions
Her sighed surrenders fuel my desired needs
My hand holds pleasure's center 'tween two finger's slide
Her body without will or conscience
Humps without regret, thrusts to meet me
Take her head, hair threaded and woven
In the loom of my grip
Arch her back pillowed, my leg withdrawn and lifted
Over to look down as eyes lid in longing
To share this peak, climb together this forward slope
I arch, press wet against wetted hollow,
Erect smooth bead of flesh against throbbing heated satin
Lean gravity's center into her, memory's playground teeter totter
Metal slide in summer sun firm and with demand
"Scissor me I need to know that" she had begged
Without hesitation I supply, I comply
Shared pleasure she and I will feel at this, yes this,
Now this moment and dragging hard and hot into
Next in speeded sequence
Is nothing compared to the pivot blades
She has driven deep and firm
Into my heavy reddened heart.

for Avril  © Amanda 2012
6/19/2012







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   Letters to ButterfliesMy dear, winged and crowned,
Draped in your threads of dew,
Eyelashes of golden pollen dust,
Wings, folder for prayer.
Fly to my forbidden name,
The soft harmony in every letter,
The gentle curls written in cursive,
The hidden message within.
I remember those summer days,
Alighting on falling rose petals,
Drifting in the gentle breeze,
The unrelenting current.
There were times we whispered,
Long stories told in myth,
Lavender blossoms,
The white roses left to thrive.
My dear, departing my palm,
Cupped, memories of flight,
Written onto my life line,
Floating away on newly opened wings.