Wandering Thoughts and Hands

At night, he lays there
closes his eyes
and lets his mind
wander—
to the image of
her greedy mouth
drinking from him
never getting enough.

At night, he lays there
and just like his mind
he lets his hands
wander—
gripping his taut flesh
stroking to the image
of her greedy mouth
until he is spent.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 29-Sept-17

Written using the Free Verse poetry form.

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Shhh

“Shhh… you must be quiet, My Dear,”
You’ll hear me whisper in your ear
While I hold you tight with my hand
“Only nod, if you understand.”

I’ll repeat, if you talk too much
“Shhh… you must be quiet, My Dear,”
How will you respond to my firm touch
When my hand is spanking your rear?

I’d be having you gagged and bound
While I softly whisper in your ear
“Shhh… you must be quiet, My Dear,”
Still, I think you’d keep making sounds.

Perhaps you’d be better on your knees
Using that mouth of yours to please
Then I won’t have to whisper in your ear
“Shhh… you must be quiet, My Dear,”

~~~~

©ÀC Elliott, 2015

Essence #38

He held her,
as she melted into his
embrace.
And, by surrendering herself
to his touch,
she allowed herself
to become completely
vulnerable,
while he unlocked
long dormant desires
she never knew existed.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 28-Sept-17

Written using the Free Verse poetry form.

Essence #37

He whispered in her ear,
and then watched,
as she took off her clothes;
becoming more and more
vulnerable,
one piece at a time.
until she stood naked,
exposed,
trusting in him
~completely~
ready to serve.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 27-Sept-17

Written using the Free Verse poetry form.

Grounded

Being inside is draining me,
my energy sapped, slowly
beneath a fluorescent glare.

I feel the need to be grounded,
my hands covered in the dirt
or my feet on a mountain trail.

I need to feel the sweat pouring
from my flesh, flowing like a river
fed solely from physical exertion.

Work me until my muscles ache
then wash me in a long hot shower
kneading the tenseness loose.

Then work me until I am left
sated, spent, relaxed from your touch.
Only then, will I be truly grounded.
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 27-Sept-17

Written using the Free Verse poetry form.

Like a Tsunami

The two collided,
impacting like a tsunami,
his hand around
her throat,
just beneath the chin
guiding, pressing her
against the wall.

Her hand on
the back of his head
gripping him,
mouths locked
tongues dancing,
lips being bitten,
feverish with hunger.

His free hand travelling,
lifting her leg,
skirt raised,
panties torn, fingers
groping,
penetrating deeply
as she moans in his mouth.

He feels her trembling
shaking in his grip,
her walls clenching him,
as a gushing, drenching
flow of her
sweet nectar
coats his fingers and wrist.

He holds her there,
savoring her moans
and the feeling of her
in his fiery embrace,
breaking the kiss
he whispers,
“Welcome home.”
~~~~
© AC Elliott, 26-Sept-17

Written using the Free Verse poetry form.