Don’t unzip my shirt to extinguish your bullet flash of savage lust for the night; unbutton one instead with a zooming inhibition to touch it with the tips of your fine fingers. One button mandates you an entire permeation of friction before we can agree to unfasten the other gray-blue studs with bold white markings. As your fingers move down the last fastener; fix your smoldering eyes with mine; deeper and thrusting as if drinking wine in the middle of the room with open windows; smelling scented candles and catching breaths. Gently place your hand on my thrilled face; make little and mild touches of my dark eyebrows down to my plump and supple cheeks to the corners of my lips with rare anticipation of close kissing with the thumb of your right hand to excite that ‘wild switch’ and be prodded more by your melting sexual urge like we are two exotic bodies confined in that king-sized bed thinking about a curious play. Breathe on me; whisper to my ears the most seductive, drowning and consuming word aphrodisiac you have in your sleep when you are building sand castles about mating in unimaginable ways as if a song is played and we are simply rocking with sheer pleasure. Make me bite my lips with your words, warmth and passion until I get wet with sexual longing. Be generous with me and give me light, circling, throbbing, torrid and liberating kisses as you turn me on like a blue flame ready to burn everything on its way powerfully as if it’s judgment day.When my shirt is totally stripped off; stare at my body as if your eyes are two magnifying lenses changing one spot to the other aplenty. Undo my bra as if your most awaited rated x movie is showing at netflix and you’re aching to watch them without a box of popcorn. I may cower and cover my body with my arms to block your view of my imperfection but please clasp your hand with my trembling hand and tell me “It’s fine, Honey” as if you are my shore in the sea of shame and doubt. Move your body closer to mine til your chest brushes my breasts like two Slinkies somersaulting hitherto. Bury your face to my neck and give me that nerve-fluctuating lick from the back of my ears, the side of my neck, up and down like you are brisk walking in the park while eating vanilla ice cream. Let me measure the size of your tongue like a groping vine slithering down the valley of rhapsodies as you savor every drop of sweat out of my skin. Slide down a little to meet my naked, erect and firm breasts and play with them like fiddle sticks. Cup your hands around them as you nibble them with utmost sensitivity and intimacy like holding two bottles of San Miguel Beer under a chilling gray sky. When my breasts have become feverishly swollen slowly, crawl downward and rampage my navel like no other man can do it while your hands frolic at the sight of my belly the same shape of your beloved guitar as they blissfully settle on the curves of my waist as if you love the world to see you sniff cocaine.




The rest is fill in the blanks ________






As for your obedience, you’ll be rewarded with unlimited giggles, body dropping temperature, bountiful moaning and a burst of whip cream as I equally, intensely and womanly return your hard-core intoxication.

One thought on ““Images”

  1. Pingback: “Images” | A composite of me and the universe by: April Queen D. Enjambre

Leave a Reply

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

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com 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