I said I loved you...
****inspired by make-believe lover by ainsof****
I said I loved you but I lied
this is more than love I feel inside*
the way your lips moved against mine
would make a whore blush
your tongue probed every rose petal fold
a skilled shaman dancing to make it rain
and rain it did...
a deluge that would have sent noah running for his menagerie
rivers of sweet indulgence on your chin, your neck, my thighs
i shook until i thought the bed would break
but you had only just begun you said
from within my silken tent where you
i heard you-felt you- whisper
'next you'll be on your knees while i cup you with one hand from behind
my thumb on your ass as my cock slams deep within your quivering thighs'
i think i begged
or maybe all the noise i made was a ragged gurgle as the wetness-
i was so fucking wet as i writhed against you-
had nowhere left to escape and flooded my body
leaking from me as sweat...saliva....a lone tear of insanity from a woman tortured so sweetly to the point of cracking....and then shattering into a billion wet, shimmering pieces
oh...oh god...oh god please....no. youhavetostop....i can't take more.....ohhh yeah...right there. mooore. don't stop...don't/ ever/ stop.
until the sweated, wrinkled sheet left
a permanent crease mark on my palm
until my brain was fried on an overdose of this most addictive of drugs
until my pussy would have sold my soul to every devil ever conceived for
i leaned down and bit the finger that had just been inside me as your thumb caressed my nipple.
i sucked it until i thought i would gag....then i sucked your cock the same way. there was relief in the overdose of thick, sweet medicine i swallowed...but no cure.
how many hours have we been locked in this room? reciting this carnal bedtime story?
in the end all my love for words shut itself off...like the starving artist who couldn't pay the light bill for fear his muse would suffer. how do you say
'i need this fuck...devour me whole and spit me out....lick the throbbing neon pink signs that blink your name a thousand times a minute....eviscerate my independence...chain me naked to your bed and throw away the key?'
those were the words you made me believe....but all i had enough strength left for was one labored gasp: 'i... love... you' gurgled between wet, shuddering, panting breaths. its the mantra of a weak woman... and baby, after that marathon...i'm one weak woman.
*words borrowed from bryan adams