Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Possession

Mark me with your lust, brand me as your own. Use your hands, your mouth, your voice to tell the world I am yours.

Nip, nibble, bite, skin and flesh milky fair. Grab, take and possess, print, map, trace the blushing signs of your frenzied passion.

Kiss me deep, kiss me long, bruise my lips, exhaust my tongue. Fill me, fill me, fill me to the brim with your searing cock and come so creamy.

Spread me open, stretch me wide, plunge, plunder, conquer, divide. Dive right in, dive right down, nudge your tip, drive your shaft into the wet, warm softness achingly awaiting your fleshly invasion.

Thrust and stroke, stroke and thrust, fuck me hard, fuck me slow, fuck this clutching flooding cunt that is your very own.

Sign your name, engrave your hunger, etch your yearning on me now, on this body, on my body, on this day, on this night.

4 comments:

Mendicatus said...

When I sign, can I paint you too?

Cheeky Minx said...

Absolutely M, pending the approval of your brush...

The Panserbjørne said...

I hear Sarah McLachlan's "Possession" playing in my head when reading this. Delicious. Oh, to own something this precious and this unique....

The yearning is there. The passion is there. The will is there.

The offer is accepted.

-- PB

Cheeky Minx said...

Aren't I a lucky girl?!

On some days, it just bubbles up to the surface, spilling forth from body and pen. Needing, yearning, aching passion...