Cream filled desire.

The silent whisper of musical notes skipping across my naked skin as your fingers tantalise and your lips leave a trail of lust filled kisses.

The deep lust filled thrust of need, searching inside for the moment of togetherness that sits at the tip of my clit at the tip of your dick. Deep thrusts…

Screams of passion tainting the air sucked from my lungs and dispersed into you in my glistening cum that soaks your glorious tongue.

And I am yours as lust entangles with desire and passion entangles with the soul and upon my knees
your creamy seed, you give to me.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

10 thoughts on “Cream filled desire.”

  1. I bite slowly, deeply, into your innermost parts. You respond by yielding immediately, like a pilgrim in a thirsty land. I remove your coverings and you ask to be taken and we blend together.
    After, I wipe the remains of the passion that oozed out of your sweet and turgid self. I am content– though not for long. We lie together quietly–me without, you within. Together, in the starshine fireblack passion, of love.
    I lie there, gaining courage, and then, finally, I lift myself up sweatily from place of our erotic encounter, and call to the woman behind the hard, horizontal flatness whence emerges that which tempts us and bereaves us:

    “Hey, Merle! Are there any chocolate eclairs left? That last one was a doozy.”


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