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INSPIRED BY MELISSA ETHRIDGE--"YES I AM"
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LESBIAN EROTICA Our eyes meet,
In one fitful glance.
You gazed over me in slowly, holding me captive
Like a caged tiger.
I don’t want anything to do with you,
So I look so very far away,
Not yielding to your gaze.
I know your kind…
You consume and leave nothing for the soul.
Love to you is just a game: the hunter and the hunted.
All for the stupid sport of it, another notch in your bedpost.
I walk away…
Out a door, away from your stares.
Yet, I see your lips on a stranger.
The curve of your hips on an old friend.
Yet, the fury and anticipation of your wicked chaste heart,
Electrifies me, putting goose-bumps on my skin.
Simply put, I cannot escape you.
I know that the sun sets in the west,
Yet I’m staring at it due south,
And I am confused….
As you torture me with this
Dance you do, like a darting wild mongoose.
I feel your desire from across the room,
Each coil of your anaconda like body
Wrapping around me.
Pulling me under the tow of your desire.
Just when I think I’ve lost you,
You counter me in a round about from my blind side,
Where I haven’t been aware of you.
Halting me in my evening walk in the park,
You caress my face,
Touch my chin, then cheek to lift my head up….
Bringing my eyes to look into your seductive, demon, blue orbs…
That pierce the brick wall of my resistance.
Your body presses into mine and I cannot move,
Through the bathroom wall behind me.
I close my eyes, hoping like all wildfire,
To tune you out.
Silky smooth lips suck at mine in a soft kiss,
And I am slammed back to this reality.
However, my eye’s are wide open now.
I feign, THIS IS WRONG.
I CANNOT DO THIS! I’M NOT….
Your tongue slides down into the hollow of my throat.
My heartbeat pulses in echo like fashion in my head, and throbs between my legs.
“PLEASE!” I stammer, yet, you won’t listen.
I struggle to get away from you,
To put aside my feelings.
Then you thrust your body into mine, kissing my neck,
Stroking my back, fondling my ass.
With casual ease, and intense want,
You pull the shirt out of the back of my pants,
And in one quick jerk you pull and buttons fly everywhere.
The brisk wind cools my skin.
Thinking I have a second wind to fight you,
You lie me down in a bed of lush green clover.
You have been here before…
We are secluded by a ridge of trees,
Yet, the sun shine kisses my face.
In one fast squeeze of your fingers,
My bra is unfastened.
My nipples tighten, as the wind caresses over them,
And your hand massages into my overflowing dampness.
Your hair falls over us…
I inhale deeply and smell honeysuckles.
You kiss my chest and my world is riveted back to reality.
I AM WITH A WOMAN. I AM A WOMAN.
OH, NO! THIS IS SO WRONG.
“Relax,” you tell me, in that assured tone.
I am certain of hell’s gates closing behind me.
I can feel your knee press into my moistness, legs now straddling.
You kiss the back of my neck and I melt.
Slowly, then hungrily, my swollen breast is suckled into your mouth.
I CANNOT FIGHT YOU ANYMORE. I WANT YOU.
Feathery light touches circle my belly, my navel, then you
Unfasten my pants with your teeth.
Muscles in my belly squeeze around your loving fingers.
I shudder in delight.
Your tongue and my ever hardening flesh crash together…
Like ocean waves against rock.
My fingers twist through your hair,
As the universe opens up and greets us as one.
My breath screeches to a near halt,
As I ride your tongue like a gentle wave…
Moving Inward, inward, inward…
My head swims in fury as my heartbeat pulses in my wetness,
I am nearing my fount of flowing outward…onward…
Suddenly, my body stiffens, tight
Like the tension in a hangman’s rope.
My own personal death is so very near…
Writhing , convulsing, agitating, undulating…
My legs buckle around your head, and I squeeze,
Turning, rocking…
Tighter, and tighter.
My head swoons, my breathing has returned,
Yet I cannot feel anything but you,
Lapping between my thighs,
And I come, and come, and come…
“Are you alright?” You whisper.
With head held high,
Tears rolling from my cheeks,
“YES…I AM.”
Originally wrote: March 11, 2003
