I mentioned in yesterday’s Lughnasadh post that I’d been writing again. Specifically that I’d written based off of a #MissMuseMe prompt. Here is the short story that came from it, along with the picture that inspired it. I began it on Monday, and just finished it a few moments ago. It is an erotic story, though probably only a hard PG-13… consider yourself warned.
If we were chit-chatting over coffee (or tea) this weekend, we’d be sitting on my roommate’s comfy leather couch having a quick chat after having gone to the movies. We saw The Beguiled earlier today. I have to admit, the angry-at-all-things-male-at-the-moment part of me was particularly excited to see this movie.
I enjoyed it, though it took me a minute to decide I liked it. It’s not at all like the trailer suggests it will be…
From your fingertips, a thousand volts of desire spark.
Arcs of passion jump through my being
from nerve to nerve
A tingling path of need coursing through me
Igniting a fire at my core.
All because you touched me.
My thoughts become wrapped up in the very idea of you,
hypnotized by the memory of being enveloped in your arms,
of being held tightly
while teased into a fervor of passion
with the gentlest of caresses along the tops of my breasts.
Your fingers pull and flick at my nipples,
as you simultaneously
pull a moan from my lips.
When you suck and nip at my ear,
the warmth of your breath drives me even further
into a frenzy
until I am at risk of losing myself completely
in your scent
as it surrounds and sticks to my naked flesh
pressed so closely to your own nude body.
hips moving of their own accord
to that most ancient of rhythms
known to all lovers who’ve given themselves
freely one to the other.
This poem is inspired in part by the #MissMuseMe post from Twitter.
Under your skin,
just below the surface,
where you hide your disdain
It twinkles at the corners of
when you say my name,
as if the
mere utterance of that combination
of vowels and consonants
above the chasm
where you hide
allowing the love
to trickle up,
reverse raindrops of
that water your smile,
still only a smirk
but wholly genuine.
Though the words have been
a barrage of sarcasm,
know that it is ever so evident
what you mean to say,
I love you, too.
This weekend, if we were talking over our frappuccinos (it’s still too hot in Texas for hot coffee), I’d tell you that things are up and down all over the place in my little realm of the world! On the upside, I’m still talking to the Gym Guy (I want to think reader Rowena for that nickname). He seems genuinely sweet, and while there are some concerns, I’m still reserving final judgment until we’ve actually met face to face.
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