I Remember

When I feel the sun on my skin,

See Azure endless skies.

I remember us together,

I remember our times.

Walking among the redwoods,

Gazing up at cliffs so steep.

Nights making love as one,

Making promises to keep.

When clouds envelop my world,

When rains wet my path.

I remember holding your hand,

I remember how we laughed.

Walking up damp hillsides,

Photographing memories that endure.

Sealing our love for eternity,

Behind our fortress walls.

Memories

I can still taste you on my lips.

Your scent still fills my nose.

Your touch remains upon my skin.

I pray all three stay, and never go.

The memory of the time we had.

Is a blessing and yet a curse.

For it leaves me wanting, needing you.

I struggle to see what’s worse.

I know we will meet again my love.

And the wait is all it’ll take.

To drag my soul out over hot coals.

And quench the thirst we must slake.

So memories will sustain me.

As I know they will you too.

And we’ll keep our eyes on autumn’s fire.

To feel each other’s love renewed.

Tiny Wet Zigzagstripes

I will never forget…

How your body pushed mine down

But pulled me even closer…

When each of your thumbs deftly spread and opened me

And your saliva drenched tongue

Licked me, your honey filled soulwife

How you started making tiny zigzagstripes…

Along my smooth lips as you were alternating kissing your pet

With encircling my clit, giving her a temporary crown

Your rhythm began fingering my tempo and lust became our composer

My hips began singing in our hotel sheets with glee

And as I held all of my passion deep in my lung

Your mouth gave me life

In those last few swipes

❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️

Beast…thank you for eating my pussy with delicious stamina and originality.

Ahem…..you give the BEST oral. I love you oxoxoxoxoxo.

TIME IS A TRICK

Alive of an overdose

I am fascinated with its song

Pink tongue behind perfect teeth

Tapping the musical notes I dare not speak


Humming inside this hospital of Hospitality

I am closing the corridor

And opening the gap

I have to finish this impossible last lap


Pictures of you in black and white

Colliding with my memories in full color

When we were spending grace, and saving our sinful

When love was ours by the spoonful


But now, I have to face my day

Even if I am staring at its back

Free will has always been an illusion

And time a tricky confusion


via Daily Prompt: Hospitality