Saturday, January 25, 2014

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

Friday, January 10, 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

Thursday, January 9, 2014

In The Woods

I got lost in the woods last night.
I followed the sounds of the quiet,
Listening for the vibrations of solitude.

I was found in the woods last night.
Spied upon from afar, behind a tree;
Following my presence in the deep darkness.

I got lost in the woods last night.
I felt the fresh spring moss with my fingers
Trailing along the trunk of a tree.

I was found in the woods last night.
Arm around my middle, hand across my mouth,
Feeling the sharp staccato of my heartbeat.

I got lost in the woods last night.
Adrenaline pumping in my veins;
A hard body pressed against mine.

I was found in the woods last night.
A solid chest against my back melting something deep inside;
A whisper in my ear, "Do you want to play?"

I got lost in the woods last night.
A quiet nod against the hand holding me still;
A deep laugh bubbling from the chest pressed against me.

I was found in the woods last night.
Lips finding mine, hands removing clothes;
Leading me to a tree, rope waiting.

I got lost in the woods last night.
Bindings holding me together,
Knots digging deep into my psyche.

I was found in the woods last night.
Quiet murmurs of encouragement,
Hands caressing me, crawling inside my head.

I got lost in the woods last night.
Adrift in the sea of sensations;
Lashings twitching across my sensitive skin.

I was found in the woods last night.
A hand holding me firmly to the earth;
A voice keeping me close to ground.

I got lost in the woods last night.
Flying through the velvet darkness
Soaring ever closer to the edge of oblivion.

I was found in the woods last night.
Tethered in place by rope and whip;
Marked by cane and hand.

I got lost in the woods last night.
There was no up or down, neither here nor there;
Only beautiful enveloping pain in the depth of night.

I was found in the woods last night.
Released by pain and by pleasure;
Hands and mouth taking me to the edge.

I got lost in the woods last night.
The pressure building and overwhelming;
Screams of passion, pleas for the ultimate release.

I was found in the woods last night.
As the light of dawn crept through the shadows;
Liberation of orgasmic oneness poured through my veins.

I got lost in the woods last night.
Until my soul was discovered
And returned to me whole.

I was found in the woods last night.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014


Poem inspired by a friends photograph. It can be found here....https://fetlife.com/users/901444/pictures/25139058 (membership required, but free)


Monday, January 6, 2014

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

Sunday, January 5, 2014

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