Until We Meet Again – For S

The raw scent of musky love
Envelops my thighs
My back arches, beckoning your arrival
My legs spread gently,
Always willing and ready
To feed you, my relentless lover.

Hands perched on parted thighs,
Only the most palatable position
For the refined and dedicated palate
Of my energetic connoisseur.
A sigh exhales, a moan soon follows
Etching ancient art
Into the heat of my burning body
A bit of this, a splash of that,
Savouring the many shades that unfold
So deliciously onto your tongue.

Nails digging into shoulders,
You tickle me just right
A timeless creator of the sparks
That ignite the fabric of my being.
Aching…
Come closer, my love,
Please,
Yes, slowly…

The deafening rumbling
Of a wave crashing onto shore,
Parting the seas of my lust,
Electrifying my senses.
I gasp for air,
Insatiable.

Overwhelm me with your love,
Just a little longer…
Deeper.
Harder.
Forever.

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Wolf – For W

What will the Wolf say
When he stares the sun in the eyes?
When night becomes day,
Day becomes night,
And hard feelings fossilize into amber?
When Smouldering creativity
Meets twilight inspiration,
And the world fades away…

When I think of you,
I see shadows dancing on the moon
And faerie lights tickling the darkness.
A midsummer’s night’s dream
Created from the meetings of strange minds.
Perfected, time and time again.
One stroke, then another, sacredly
Etching, connecting, correcting,
Before sinking into contemplation.

An eternal carnival in your lair,
My body dies, divides, renews
Becoming one, yet another
With every step of our twisted process.
A mask within a mask,
Inspiration…
A pile of pigment between your fingers,
A pinch of this,
A dab of that;
With the heave of a breast,
Lilith the predator, becomes prey
Caught by a hunter more skilled than herself.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Physical manifestations of primal dreams
Can tell no lies.
So, dig your claws into the fabric of my creation;
Let your hot breath linger,
As your teeth reach for my neck.
And tell me,
My humble predator…
What does it feel like,
When you’re howling at the sun?

Bunny 🐇

Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…

Winter Comings

Rituals
Of stories and studies
Worship
Soft bodies in hard positions
Feasts
Of the flesh and fortune
Celebrate
Sacred kinships and moons
Discoveries
Of gentle love and tighter hands
Cuddle
Red cheeks and dripping mascara
Dances
Of sex witches in frozen gardens

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Trust

They see a collar in your hand,
But it is a heart.
In your loving, firm embrace.
Beating, bleeding, pumping for you.
A slave to a space only subs can know,

Glorious restraints,
Freedom in the form of a rope…
See.
Breathe.
Love, like it’s the first time.
Creations and reactions
Always at the ready with the flick of a wrist.
I bow to you, kneel for you, lick for you, cry for you.

Make no mistake,
You are mine
As much as you know I am yours
Perfect unison.
Powers unbeknownst to the worldly creatures,
Never capable of finding the shadows.

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Small Truths

Gentle words
Hard touch
Pull me closer,
Hold me down

My neck at your mercy
Diligently breaking
To rebuild ourselves anew
Primal needs met
With moans and bruises.

Spread, lick, fuck
Enter, exit, fill
Understand.

Beautiful love, sweet caresses
Gracious deliverance
Abandonment in lust,
True natures present

Through growing pains
Fulfilment

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Breakfast is served

Eat me

Drink me

Smell me

Savour me

Devour my every particle

Integrate me into your universe

So I can be your star and your satellite

Tickle me

Lick me

Finger me

Fuck me

So I can overflow

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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