First...
"Don't worry..." he said in a soothing calm voice. "I'll be gentle."
It was my first time and I was so nervous. Fear rode me like a well versed jockey. But people do it all the time, right? It can't be that bad... and that comfort and satisfaction at the end should be well worth any pain I receive now.
He smiled at me, trying to keep me calm before slowly pushing two fingers into the opening. The wetness surrounding his fingers.
He poked and moved around until he hit that spot. My moan showed how much it effected me. That one sensitive place showed him exactly where he needed to work. He pushed harder and the small pain shot through me.
Fuck.... I hate the dentist.
The Lady In My Arms
When is a man allowed to forget about his lady
i have had a vision, so corroded and rusty,
upon the back of my head, quietly sits the oblongata.
spinning thoughts and allusions, dreams and nightmares,
my brain decides to spoil me with a nightmare, not long ago
i was holding you close to me because you were my beloved,
they say shades of yellonin and melanin that is black and white human. Your skin and mine was like day and night walking together under the canopy of the bright yellow sheets. i held you close to me insecurely and overprotectively like a fireman's suite or the marines jump suite. i was sure i was not going to let go at least not without a fight. Slumber is a warrior that conquers even lions the king of the jungle. Everyone falls by its visitation and devourment. Tranquility and dead silence that is its playground.
i lay there miserable, unconscious, with my hands together at a praying position between my thighs, a lost memory of my sweet lady sleepy head, i lost time, i lost memory and i lost energy, so i let go and turned and spinned, i was alone. at 3 a.m an arrow of crispy cold chill was shot through a small pop on the windows hinges, like the first drop of snowflake upon a leave, i shivered helplessly because innovation does not settle on a sleepy mind.
Thank God i did not wish my lady goodnight and though tomorrow holds uncertain mystery, i wish to hear from you but as for now may your night be calm, as the distance vastness of miles keeps us apart that is so even to the men that sleep with their ladies on the same bed too close yet too far.
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Not again
They always come back.
Every man who walks away from a good woman.
Days, months, years later,
The day they know you’re done waiting and moving on,
They come out of nowhere with an apology and expectations.
I’ve given you so many opportunities to stop taking me for granted.
To stop thinking I’ll be waiting around.
It might be time
To pack my bags
And bust the rear view mirror for good.
SPF 50
How lucky was I
To melt over you
Like sticky sweet ice cream
Trapped in a Nicaraguan heat
Legs tangled up in sheets
Sand strewn about the bed
You chastise me for the night before
And laugh as you call me a hot mess.
You press your lips to my neck and whisper fantasies of running away together into my skin.
And in that moment, I would have.
Nothing
The mirror was said to reveal the truth. At a certain age, each future leader of our country stood in front of this mirror to see what they really were. As the princess of Ajek, it was my turn to see the truth. I walked slowly to the middle of the room, and turned to face the glass. The mirror's surface remained devoid of any human reflection. I was nothing, neither a leader nor a follower. I was nothing.
Ravenous Mouths
Undressing
Longing
Kissing
Tasting
Feeding
Wanting
Needing
Touching
Biting
Sucking
Surrendering
Melting
Fucking
Taking
Giving
Embracing
Living
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