Aftershocks

Orgasms being ripped from my body
Torn from the very center of my being
Forced upon me, one on top of another
There is no longer a you or a me, there is only the never-ending orgasm
Until I lay drenched and sated
Relaxing into the moment, the afterglow of primal sex
Feeling there is no more within me
Minutes pass and my body convulses with the pleasure tearing through me once again
Even though there is no further stimulation
A smile upon your lips, understanding what you have done
More time passes and another convulsion as yet another orgasm rips through me
A gentle touch of your hand as you quiet me
Moments go by and a ripple spreads through me as I release yet again
Your hand resting on me as you own what you have done to me
Another stretch of time, the clock ticking and another paroxysm engulfs my body
You watch with satisfaction
What feels like hours later and another eruption pours through me in waves of unending pleasure
You hold me as I circle earth’s orbit, knowing you have taken me there.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

The Dewy Rose

The soft outer petals gently open to expose the precious flower.

The inner petals releasing the essence of the perfume that draws him in.

A finger gently touching, aiding the flower to open more fully to his demands.

Dipping into the secret folds until the moisture is liberated from the depths.

Stroking in and out, the dewy folds blossom, inviting a deeper possessive taking.

Bending down, his tongue touches the extract, licking the sweet ambrosia.

Penetrating fingers claim the center as tongue devours.

Lips encompass the bud and suckles.

Pressure building inside.

The flower plump and ready to give all.

Quivering petals rescued from the chains of desire.

The elixir of pleasure bursts forth across his waiting lips.

Fingers plunging, in and out, tongue lapping the elixir of delight.

Peace descends on the precious flower, petals relaxed and open, waiting for the piercing claim that starts it all again.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

In The Woods

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The Letter S

Shadows of slippery sex.
Shallow slopes of seduction.
Shameful stretches of suction.
Shrewd stations of strangeness.
Shabby sheik of silence.
Shakti of swaying sibilance.
Sheer shout of safety.
Shiny serenades of service.
Shimmy settles slowly.
Shipwrecked souls of satisfaction.
Shiver sessions of satiety.
Shocking sexpot of severity.
Shy sounds of serenity.


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Eyes

The eyes have it.
The depth of shadow that draws me in.
To dive deep into the well of you.

The eyes have it.
The lightness of laughter that lifts me up.
To climb higher to the summit of you.

The eyes have it.
The knowledge of thoughts that reel me in.
To swim in the understanding of you.

The eyes have it.
The intensity of passion that seeks me out.
To breathe life into my submission to you.

The eyes have it.
The joy of delivering the pain that lulls me.
To bask in the beauty of connection with you.

The eyes have it….


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014