I wish I were a mermaid.

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To swim naked in the ocean of forever,
exploring forgotten shipwrecks.
As Poseidon commands the waves to gently
caress my curves,
intimately spiraling across my skin.
Rays of golden sunlight reaching down to me
as I swim between rocks searching for fossils.
Lost in a sea of oblivion my soul enveloped
In intimacy,
my spirit singing an harmonic symphony.
Surrounded by beauty,
engulfed by passion
teasing my desire.
Swim with me, naked, in the oceans of forever.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Glazed for just a moment.

Sometimes I must seek out an empty page with an unknown audience. A darkened corner where I can remove the mask and strip away the outer core of destruction. A place where I can tantalise the words as they spill covered in desire and need. Whisperless I can scream the secrets of my soul. I can say that I long for nothing but a single moment in the depths of Satan’s flaming pits I want to taste excitement as eyes glaze and fingers creep across my skin writing passion across my naked breasts and marking their territory, signing their name deep inside of me. I only want a moment.Just a moments touch.A moment to super impose  my image against your soul so that in every wonder you ever look at you will be haunted by my moans of pleasure, my naked form my eyes glazed with sexual tension..

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

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.