Posts tagged sex
Posts tagged sex
Make love to me nice and slow.
Make me pour out my heart and soul to you.
Make me feel naked from the inside, out.
We’ve got all night tonight, so don’t rush it.
make it last.
Make love to me.
Stroke my sensitive skin with your wandering fingers.
Kiss the nape of my neck with your quivering lips.
We don’t need any music,
Our moans will be our soundtrack.
Make love to me, passionate love.
Make my body tremble.
Make my breathe short.
Make me burn with desire.
Make me yours.
There’s no feeling like seeing desire in someone’s eyes for you.
"Then we fuck all night ‘till things get right."
I want to have meaningful sex. Deep sex, connected sex. The kind of sex where you don’t even refer to it as sex, it’s called love making. Making love with someone who you care for deeply. The kind of love making where you can look into their eyes through it all and see the passion and desire in their eyes for you. The kind of love making where you can feel them trembling around you because the energy running between the both of you is so powerful, and it fills you. Fills you with lust, love, passion, when nothing else at that moment matters.
I’ve only been completely consumed by this feeling once, with one person. We were together for a long time and with all the sex that we had, there was just one single time that still makes my body tremble and my heart drop at the mere memory of it. The one time I felt consumed by making love.
I hadn’t seen him in nearly a month, and when I was finally able to see him, I was a little girl again. Full of happiness, I had that glow in my eyes, that smile on my face that I couldn’t control and when we finally had the chance to be alone, to have sex, I wasn’t expecting it to happen. I wasn’t expecting to feel so engulfed by his embrace. His body against mine, made my body heat up with desire but at the same time calm with his safety. I could feel the love between us, and I could feel how we both had been longing just to be able to touch one another. His lips were that familiar taste, his voice that familiar clarity and his eyes, that familiar love.
And when we were having sex, this time it became making love. Making love because you could just feel it. Feel the love consuming us both. None of that fast, rough sex but slow and steady, savoring every moment we had with one another. The entire time looking into each other’s eyes. Eye contact. And his eyes were blazing into mine and they were just radiating his love for me. The way that he held my hand and the feeling of our fingers intertwining to fit perfectly together. Tears started to roll down the sides of my cheeks as I just held him, savoring the closeness and savoring this intimate moment that we were sharing.
Love making is a totally different ball game from just having sex. This was the only time that I have ever felt this feeling, this amazing, intimate feeling with someone. Even though it was only once, I feel blessed that I was able to experience something so phenominal, magical even. And I look forward to being able to have more moments like this in my future.
All you need is patience, and respect enough to wait for it. The longer you wait, the more fullfilling it will be.
"She says she wanna take her skirt off; be my guest!
You’ve been saying all night long that you couldn’t wait to get me all alone.What you gon’ do to me? Don’t talk about it, be about it, let me see, let me see, let me see. Girl, I can’t wait to get you home, talk a good game mate, come on. Holler about what you gon’ do to me, quit talkin’ about it, be about it, let me see, let me see, let me see!
I’ll be anticipating, what you would do to me, what you gon’ do to me? Sex, babe, education, it’s hands on when you’re with me. Can you handle me?
I let her meet my tongue, she blew up like a bomb. The sex is so explosive, her stuff is supersonic. She my new addiction, I swear I’m through with chronic.”
Those moments in life when you stop consuming your time with stupid bullshit and take a few minutes just to stop and think. Think about what you have, think about what you want, more importantly, who you want. Then the frustratoin that comes with not having that person. That person that you want. Out of all that you have to be greateful for and out of all the amazing people you have in your life you still want that ONE all to yourself, and you don’t. You don’t because you messed up. Hard to grip huh? WHEN IT’S YOUR FAULT. My fault, blame. Bitterness. ANGER. I want you. ALL OF YOU, right now. I just wish my plea would bring you to knock on my door at this very moment and kiss me so hard that I can feel it in my stomach, that pull. That pull of butterflies scorching through me and bringing life into my heart that I’ve never felt. To smile as you kiss me to the point that I feel happiness surging through me. The sense of love and safety in your grip, your hold around my waist, hands on my face, holding me. Fuck.