Feeling

Quiet
No sound except for heavy breathing
Mine or yours I do not know

Cold
Goosebumps
Shivers of fright or excitement I do not know

Dark
Images only in my head
Blindfolded or just fantasies I do not know

Touch
A tingle spreading along my arms
My own skin or someone else I do not know

Rough
Course and tight
The feel of bindings or the remnants of clothes I do not know

Taste
Salty sweet
The heat of passion or my tears I do not know

Pain
Searing on my naked body
Teeth biting into flesh or the crack of leather I do not know

Pleasure
A perfect kiss
Your lips or my imagination I do not know

Hot
The swell of flesh
Warmth of the fire or a lovers touch I do not know

Lust
A moan, a gasp, begging
The anticipation or a long awaited caress I do not know

Love
That true feeling
Your heart or mine
This I do know.......both.

Exchanged Glances

I know its wrong
I know she's just over there
She'd see everything if she just turned around
But I have to have you
And I will
Even if you resist
Which you do to start with
But really
You've wanted this as much as me
Maybe more
I've seen the way you look at me
Stripping me with your eyes
Fucking me in your mind
I push my guilt aside
I feel your resistance falter
Know I've broken through
As I take your hand and lead you to the door
You whisper "well I can only go to hell once"
And for tonight, your mine

Lulu

Sometimes I'm light and giggly and I smile too easily. I meet you more than halfway, kiss you softly, run my fingers over your skin and breathe in the scent of you. Lulu, you'd call me, if you knew. But you don't.

Other times all I want is teeth on my neck, hands pushing me up against the wall, clothing almost ripping as it gives way. I want you to tell me all your filthiest secrets, and I want to smile about them and save them for dark nights all alone. Tallulah, then.

I like to think that I've kept those secrets, that somehow in telling them to me, you've lost them. When you think back for them now, your memory skitters over them and slides to a stop, instead, on thoughts of me. Of how it felt when I pulled you in and kissed you (wasn't going to do that) and how it felt when you came the last time (wish it wasn't).

The dark side and the sweet side are both out of your reach these days. And yet they're closer than you think.