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.

I Need a Mortal Sin to Wake Up What is Within.

I’ve lost the words the words lost me;

I’ve nothing left to set me free, into my

dreams I shall surely flee. I’ve lost

the thoughts, they’ve lost me, the waves

are harsh and i’m lost at sea. I’m all alone

with nothing to show what’s happened

to my creative flow. I need to see I need to touch

I need the orgasmic final rush. They’re locked away

where they might stay, I beg you please, i’m on

my knees, give me back the fucking key! I’m all

without, i’m all within I need a moment in

mortal sin.

The sexual flow of essence.

Dig deeper,

pull yourself within.

Let go

and live a life of sin.

Feel the essence flow

as you finally scream no.

Touch it,

with abandoned desire

let it take over

the long forgotten fire.

Feel the essence flow

as you finally let go.

Feel it

as anticipation grows

thrust upon the spirit

let the sinful fire flow.

Feel the essence flow

as your readiness grows,

feel the essence flow

as you finally let go.