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guitar man
...when you strum your guitar
the strings vibrate
within me
your songs flow upon
the breeze to my ears,
soothes my mind
softly your movements
settle me, open me,
to the man you are
play me hard, play me lightly
sing the songs of my soul
as you tune me to your
ecstasy
knowing fingers firmly
strumming, steady...
©2008/sqb
untitled
In my dreams you came.
Mine to behold with a clarity
born of desire.
An entire movie unfolded,
with us as main characters.
The plot thickens.
The pitch of your voice
changing with the emotions
you felt. That wicked laugh.
Ahh, feel me now as I rise
up to meet your ministrations.
Feel me now as I respond.
Your eyes closed with the
sensations of a bolero
danced upon your body.
Look at me! I want to see
the passion in your eyes
as I take you higher.
Don't you know I am excited
by the very air you breathe?
You are a sample bottle of
wine and I am intoxicated on
your essence. You are warm
and fruity, like Merlot.
Your scent is mesmerizing.
Takes me to the edge and back,
again and again. Just take me.
Hold still while I have my way
with you; how does it feel to
recieve? To just let go?
Let yourself fly, baby. Release
all of it now, and I'll take you
there again. Always, anytime.
Look at me, please. Let me see
your sweet satisfaction as the
credits roll.
©2007/SQB
unfinished business
...and so the season of
us passed but embers
still glow
as the film rewinds
i am a captive audience
of one
such passion in golden eyes
such power contained in
a touch
my fingers retrace the path
of your skillful, detailed
manipulations
there's the unfinished
business of
a feather kiss
on a thigh
i tremble, still...
©2007/sqb
Sweet Acrostic
Sensations stir passion
Elemental words entice
Chestnut colored candy
Reflections in raindrops
Eighty two degrees hot
Titillating touches tingle
Liquid fire flows freely
Oh many times over
Vista and valley views
Electric charges
Right there
Shhh
©2007/SQB
Fluid Motions
The water sang it's lover's song
as the waves rolled upon the shore...
I felt a primal urge commanding
me to abandon conformity and
become free. Clothes fall where
I stand, the breeze kissing my
breasts.
Entering the water I felt
seduced by the way it enveloped
me. Exhilarating and sensuous,
titillatingly caressed by the fluid
motion.
Aroused and alive with physical
sensation, I swim and twirl.
Body and mind open to all that
this enticing lover has to
offer.
Soul-satisfying, cleansing, with
renewal of spirit. This island
girl turned woman will forever
answer the ocean's call to free
myself.
© 2007/SQB
Shhh
shhh...
what is it about the human
touch that we all crave.
what is it about a lover's caress
that
makes us yield.
the very thought of your finger
upon my skin sets my heart to
racing.
shhh...
my lips part in anticipation of...
your kiss, your warm breath
mingling
with mine
the look in your eyes lights a fuse
somewhere and my blood runs hot-
shiver-skin, molten
lava-
damn your eyes, your touch, your
kiss...
you torment me so
your smell
your male-ness...
you
shhh...
© 7/2006, Susan Q. Britton
Island Dreams
Cascading water, cold over mossy rocks.
Fine spray with rainbow colors.
Inviting, she lies down.
Sun drenched, warm and
alive.
Heat invasion, passion.
The waters collide
in a mulitutde of sound.
Drowns out ecstatic cries.
Palm trees swaying in the breeze,
eyes close, nature's lullaby.
Inviting, body alive,
passion.
© 2004/sqb
FingerTip Control
fingers grip steeringwheel
control light and fast
winding around corners
cranberry- ice polish
gleams on nails that
chilled
your back a
few hours ago
my body-curves
mapped with your exact
measured finger-tip
control
©2005
Susan Britton
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Eighty-Two
Degrees and Cold.
I sit under
the night sky listening to
the night sounds of crickets rubbing
their legs together wondering why mine
aren't rubbing
against yours anymore.
The sharp shards of brittle stars pierce
the transparent heart I wear upon my sleeve
except
I am wearing a sleeveless tank top
cause it's eighty-two degrees out and cold.
I remember how your mere words would
make
me tremble as I rode the satellite across the
night sky till I found your sun and collided
with your galaxy
and coronas burst in surprise.
Night dew settles lightly and covers me as steam
rises from my body so hot it makes
me shiver
in anticipation of your return to my dream world
and still those crickets assault my senses, still.
I
find my breath comes fast and my heart that
lies on my transparent sleeve is beating in cadence
with the fever of your
love that I feel wrapped
tightly around me in the cold eighty-two degree heat.
Fishnet Stockings and
Joe's Disappearance
Black fishnet stockings with a
seam down
the back...sexy...
Black fishnet stocking with a
pair of stiletto heels..sensual..
Black body fishnet stocking
with
three distinct openings..simmering..
The material feels slightly rough
against hot skin..erotic, exotic.
Joe
takes what's offered through the
upper portals and suckles hard, eliciting
moans and heavy breathing.
Continues the
exploration with black
stiletto heels doing a tap dance on his back..
Comes out of the fog seeing white lace
panties
and a white lace bra...
And what IS that..a white..whip??
"Joe..Joe?" "You bought the black fishnet
for your pleasure,
which became my pleasure.
You've opened Pandora's Box, and unleashed
the tiger. Ggggrrrrrrpurrrr!!"
Nosy neighbors,
"Hey ! You seen Joe lately?";
"Nah, his wife has him whipped." They laugh..
Joe hears nothing as he peels a breakfast
of
white laced fruit with his teeth..
Sensations
Your voice sends shivers
ricocheting down my spine.
Your touch commands my
body's betrayal.
Your eyes send probes
deep into my soul.
My only thought is for
you to make me yours.
Your tongue elicits liquid
fire as you sample and taste.
I cry out with need at the
insistence of your fingers.
I am drowning in a sea
of pure pleasure. Nerve
endings open to your
silent exploration.
I beg you without words, and
you enter without answering.
Your fullness is welcomed as
I embrace your rhythm.
Poignant pulses, our dance
complete. Soft words in the
night. You hold me close
and my body responds.
I shiver, you smile.
Elements
The rain streams down the window outside,
the sound lulls me into a state of inertia.
I think of you and electric tingles go
through
my body...I want.
The thunder rumbles as I snuggle down
in bed.
My eyes close and I see you holding me, feel
you
loving me. I imagine your hardness against
my
soft body...you want.
The phone rings and I hear your voice, so deep.
I don't hear words just timbre and resonance,
it doesn't matter what you say, for you called.
I tell you I miss you, you'll be right
over.
Here in my bed, we explore each other.
Outside a thunderstorm; while inside a firestorm.
I taste you and you drink of me, spiraling
heights
of pleasure. Ecstatic cries lost in the fury
of nature.
5/22/04 © SQB |
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