Writing What Is Me

Raw Sex

Blanket exposure that has me naked, exploding with delight

Fire in the background reaching for me to allow for my wood to ignite

Raw down to the inner depths of being; searching for that internal fight to begin. 

Tingling senses of overwhelming pleasure are gaining control

Fists of flying rage are making an edge to be on top

Choking, biting and scratching intertwine with kissing, caressing, and passion. 

Free from those chains of hurt and anger 

Bliss is on the horizon.





Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: