Create a pocket of escapism.

I need a hole in time.
I need to rip open the
vortex of reality and
mold myself a corner.
A creation of fantasy
based on reality that
escapes the daily grind
of realism. A safe haven.
Away from prying eyes,
where I can become lost,
lost in you, lost with you.
I need a crack in the universe
to slip through, a black
hole designed purely for
me. I need a pocket of sand
where I can connect, at
ease, at peace, guilt free.
I want a dark lagoon where
I can explore the darkness
where I can watch and show
and take and be, a little
space for only me, a little
place where we can be.

Karen Hayward ©2105.

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.