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I nearly forgot! Anyway, here’s my non-poetry yet short erotic submission to the train. Naughty bits for those 18 and older only behind the “more” cut…
Nowhere To Hide
A single bead of sweat rolls down my spine. My back is arched, curved, thighs spread.
My arms are over my head, bound at the wrists.
He circles me like the predator he is. Eyes raking over me with such avarice it’s a physical touch. He’s inside me. Not physically, not yet. That happens soon. But now, his head is in mine, his presence holds me open to his gaze and I have nowhere to hide.
I am his to look on, to touch, to examine and shivers of desire work through me. Anticipation, leaden in my stomach.
May 28th, 2007 at 3:55 pm · Link
Sigh. This is so awesomely great and hot. Now i have to go back to the sex scene i was just working on and stab it with my keyboard. repeatedly. then bury it where no one can find the bodies.
I especially like this line and how much of their connection it conveys in just a few words: “He’s inside me. Not physically, not yet.”
May 28th, 2007 at 8:34 pm · Link
this almost reads like a poem. all it needs is judiciously inserted line-breaks to ook like one too.
excuse me while i go after more ice for my water bottle.
this was my first ride on the Poetry Train: http://joystory.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-poetry-train-1.html
May 29th, 2007 at 5:08 pm · Link
More! More!