In the ripples of a clear blue lake.

I know the game rules but i’m not a game player.

Let me kiss you. Let me feel the softness of your

lips against mine. Let me taste you. Let me

breathe in your desire. Fingers entwined just

once let me be more. Hold me close feel the curve of

my hip with your fingers as your lips search

my neck. Hold me closer. Feel the beat of my heart

and the warmth of my blood as it pumps just for you.

Whisper sacred thoughts of sensuality to me and

run your fingers across my clitoris as I respond to your voice.

Let our bodies slip together in melted harmony, fill me

with your need, deeply, pull open my legs and pull me in closer.

Slowly rocking to the beat of our pulse. Faster, faster, harder.

Fingers entwined push me onto the white sheets, look deep into

my eyes for a moments recognition. Hold me. Watch me.

Feel me as spasms of pleasure spread through my body as

your arms hold me, as your lips taste me, as your fingers

feel me. Watch me as my body throbs against yours, as you

cum deep inside of me. In unison. Bodies held together

with a primal need for desire. Thoughts held together

through the locked moment of connection. Take me

to this place where together the moment can be ours.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

 

 

Games of Old.

 

I want to play cards. Give me cards.

Old cards with worn out edges and the remnants

of forgotten nights and remembered mornings.

I want to play Black Jack, rummy,

and snap. Yes snap.

Fuck snap.

We’ll play strip snap.

I want to swallow down burning

hits of red aftershock as I shimmy

another Ace from sight.

Play me.

Lay out your cards and

show me your heart(s).

Let the night forget us in shadows

of lust, let the dawning sun be our light.

Wrap me in white cotton sheets, lead me as

cards fall from the air and onto the bed.

Lay me among Kings and Queens.

Spoil me.

Kiss me, lips locked together

as you pull memories from my hair. Push aside

my legs and as the morning sun falls upon us,

fall into me.

One deep thrust.

A nights worth of flirting, a lifetime of desire,

the dark moments in the shadows and

the whispered touches that only the breeze could carry.

One thrust.

Lips locked, fingers intertwined.

Let the air be sucked from my lungs

as you press my hands down into the bed.

Desire so deep, so dark, so desperate

let it seep from me into you and back again

as we are locked together in that single moment.

Hold me and never leaving my body free me. Watch me

as the white sheet falls and innocence is lost.

Hair tangled falling across my delicate skin

trail your fingers across my breast. Gently, stroking

as I rise up and arch my back ensuring a perfect lock.

Watch me. Your fingers trailing my thighs. Hear me

as carnal lust leaves my body covering you tightly,

throbbing, together as the morning sun drops

golden glitter across our skin.

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

More than a switch.

I like it when passion over runs.

When fingers fumble at fabric

and kisses are magnetically pulled

to the skin. When eye’s meet in a

knowing glance and nakedness

is purely chance. I like to feel the

need in your words to see the desire

in your body. I like to feel the wanting

against my skin

as we go

exploring in.

Karen Hayward ©2015.

Release.

The finger tapping sound of frustration constantly drumming in my blood.

My body stings for the release of these non negotiable feelings that

hinder me so.

Locked inside a cage, flaming red spilling down the bars as they vibrate on a personal frequency.

Let me out of these restraints. Come closer let me feel you there.

This need just keeps on growing a distraction of the mind.

To make up to feel to touch to see to have us be.

To utter nothing but the screams of passion. To feel nothing

but the pounding throb of satisfaction. Empty me, empty my

thoughts and replace them with your touch. Peel away my tiredness

and replace it with your sensual energy. Take away this need that

I have to devour you, give yourself to me. Lay naked with me beneath

the dying stars. Trail the moons loving light across my skin with

with your soft and tender lips. For a moment, a moment in time

that cannot be taken, a pause between the worlds. Gently guide

my thoughts through this mind field of destruction. Take me, take

me there to that place where I can scream as waves of pleasure

release me from these chains of life. Take me, take away what I

cannot do and replace it with what I can.

 

Karen Hayward ©2015.

 

 

 

 

Deep… till I am silenced.

No one needs to know the secrets to our touch .

I’ve never liked society all that much.

Follow me into darkness leave your soul at the door.

By the end of the night, we’ll both be begging for more.

No one needs to know the desires of the dark.

Sexual experimentation is along this path.

Leave your intimacy at the door,

you wont be needing that no more.

Strip away the pleasantries and polite smiles that lie

fuck away my voice and leave me just with a sigh.

Karen Hayward (copyright)2015.

Visual Distraction

A room without visual distraction a bed and you and me.

And I close my eyes and my mind scans around to take away all that I see

and at first i see only you and the only distraction is us. And I cannot switch

off the world, I cannot switch off my mind that runs at a constant pace.

I sit at the end of the bed willing the world away, still it begs to stay.

Then I feel you, your fingers trace across my shoulders moving my hair

your lips soft against my neck my eyes close as I feel your hand cup my breast.

You slowly reach toward my ear, small gentle nibbles that make my ticklish body

squirm and your arms holding me tight. Passion escapes from my lungs my lips

part and a rush of tingles spins through me. I no longer see the window or the

curtain or even the door. You pull my body back towards yours

and I can feel your heat against me. Your fingers are running through

my hair as your tongue touches me just there on my neck and still my ticklish body

bucks against you as energy builds in me. So you lay me down against

the sheets and pull my arms up and tie them gently to the posts. In the background

I am aware of visual noise that blurs from sight. My naked body bound

in front of you your eyes slowly skirt across me. Taking me in. You lay beside me.

I can feel you, hard against me. Your fingers trace the contour of my breast

as you once again explore my neck. Soft nibbles against my ear and I am again squirming.

My hips pushing up from the bed and the release is caught in my throat. You reach for my

nipples and softly bite at my neck I feel the edges of your teeth and still I cannot scream.

I am wet and I can feel the blood rushing through me. Your mouth is trailing

across my skin and your fingers move toward my reactive hips. I pull

on my ties wanting to touch you, to feel you beneath my fingers. My eyes are open

and the room blurs as I am distracted by you. Your fingers part my legs. I push

against your hand, I need to feel you. You stroke the inside of my thigh. Teasing.

Your looking now searching my face as your continue to tease

my thighs. And at that moment when you catch my eye you push your fingers

so deep inside of me my body arches and passion screams out of me…I no longer see the room. It’s me, you and a bed.

Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.

Take Me.

Take me. Where I stand, rip away my clothes, run your fingers across my skin, let me feel the warmth of your tongue across my nipple. Take me. Kiss me hard and full of passion push your naked body so close to mine. Push apart my legs, touch me, watch me, watch me as my cum spills across your fingers, watch me as pleasure rushes through me and look deep into my eyes as you fuck me, where I stand.