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waiting for you.

Posted by Mistress Lass on 28 May 2008

I have been waiting
for 20 years, to feel the warmth of your breath
on my neck as i nestle in yours.

Waiting to know
the weight of your body resteless
and writhing beneath mine.

waiting to feel
the sensation of your chest rising and falling
while lying between my thighs.

waiting to breathe
deep into my lungs your sensuality
making me drunk with my desire.

waiting to know the sound
of you whispering my name in the dark
as I bring you to your climax.

and always,
i wait.

Fantasy

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May

the mist; your kiss -
tasting, teasing, taunting
dancing quickly on my flesh
disappearing just as fast.

the spray; your touch -
slipping, sliding, smoothly
exquisitely following
every curve, pore and contour
falling into places not yet explored.

the sponge; your love -
soaking, cleansing, all encompassing
taking away the very dirt
that has left me damaged and hurt.

Erotic, Fantasy

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May

Pleading.

Posted by Mistress Lass on 04 May 2008

I long to lay you down to sleep, with kisses soft and long and deep.
I yearn to set your flesh on fire with my ever constant growing desire.
The heat that shall rise between you and I will take the chill from even the coldest night.
I long to whisper your name in the dawn, drawing you awake as you gently yawn.
My hands shall roam and memorize, every curve and look inside your eyes.
Your breath draws heavy as I wind my way down; your hands move up into my gown.
My lungs grow still as they curve around, floating till my soul is no longer earth bound.
I am, tied to you in this graceful dance of love and hope and second chance.
Nary a word need pass your lips, I arch my back and meet your hips.
Heated rushes of emotion take me over; blessed be me, with you as my lover.

I long to shower you with grace, to see that gentile look upon your face.
I need to see within your eyes, no judgments, hate or hidden lies.
Oh, mi amor, be open to me and I will certainly make you believe.
In fate and faith and destined hearts, not time nor space can tear us apart.
From this place in my world, I need you more each and every day; slowly but surely we shall find our way.
To the place where I know that I belong, to the man whom I trust will never do me wrong.
‘Tis me, your angel in the night, see it through and we’ll make it right.