Lust Driven

I feel your touch in my mind
your every smile and wink 
every gesture and movement 
against me,  you grind 

well, at least i do...my back against 
your front; rotating my hips 
against your member 
your rough calloused hands 
caress my thighs

the beat of the heavy rhythm 
pounding through both our veins
we are crazed with lust 
you kiss my neck again and again 

i snake my arms behind 
myself and your neck 
massaging your sweaty spine 
you nibble my neck  with an 
unshaven cheek

with your 'babe magnet' cologne, 
you reek. It drives me wild, 
off the edge of lust-driven madness 
lust of this magnitude cannot be 
considered 'mild' 

your member becomes stiff and hard 
the patterns you draw on my thighs 
turn to your fingers gripping me with 
white knuckles, you spin me around 
to stare you in the eyes. 

you lean in, 
kissing me crazily 
you can't help but thrust 
your hips and member into me 
my hips buckle 
i lean into you 
gripping your shoulders tightly 

you drag me into the corner
i do not object 
i straddle your lap 
swirling my hips clockwise
then counter 
i hook the head of your member
deep into myself 

i can't help but think that 
you might have to cum 
all over yourself when we 
have finished here
and we separate
your hands crawl up 
my dress, tickling my 
now warm skin 

this night is fun, 
the music fades out, 
you are all i see 
all i feel 
all i can touch and taste 
you might not be the only one 
who has to cum all over themselves 
when this experience is relived 

my body tingles down below 
your hard member impales me 
you wrap your hands around my 
waist, my legs tie themselves in a 
knot. 

you kiss me crazily,  
we are lust driven 
taken to the madness 
that covers the world in
many ways 
that is us
we are mad
we are driven to bust 
we are covered and caked in 
hot sweaty, sexy lust.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Beesley Avatar
April 8, 2011 at 10:59 AM
I feel like I just dreamed and episode of law and order special victims unit...stop or I'll explode
Corazon Avatar
June 29, 2011 at 10:37 PM
Aw...but its what i do, i make people explode and their sanity is dripping on a blank page where they write down what it picks up in some strange gutter! WELCOME TO MY IMAGINATION!!!! ahahaha
Campi Avatar
April 7, 2011 at 8:56 AM
This is a WOW!!! It stirred something deep inside me. Thanks for the pleasure you gave me in reading your work, Jancarl
Tacito Avatar
April 7, 2011 at 5:54 AM
Princess "Heart", respect for the Latina palabra. This was quite intense.
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