Erotic tales

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Desire for you

Desire for you
Yesterday, once again, I thought about you. I can’t figure this out. I see your mouth, your body, your face, your yes and I feel that sweet chill in the back that made me anxious for your body, that made want so many things at your side. I do not know how I can hold myself in here, why I do not take an airplane and go to you just wearing an overcoat or no underwear underneath the skirt and knock into your door with laces as a gift saying: Present for you! I keep imagining your reaction when you open the door and see me just in front of you with your uncertain and fluid desire. What would you do? Ah! I know what you would do: you would let me in and because my clear embarrasment, you would make me comfortable. Maybe, I would ask to you to switch on the stereo and would dance a little and you would be by yourself. Sure! Imagine if there was someone else with us. Come on! It is just a fantasy, right?
So, I would dance moving my hips in a sensual way, inviting you with my body and I would be getting all red for being so outrageous. I would ask: what are you looking at? I would know what it was and you know that I know about your lust, desiring look with the wish of getting to me, putting me laying in your couch and not letting me give just a sigh saying no! or Take it easy! You know how I am and keeps me looking or pretends indifference like you did in the other time... So, I would keep dancing alone. Ok! I am not wearing the overcoat, as long as I don’t know if it is summer or winter! It would be strange to be with an overcoat. So, let’s pretend it a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, one that was tight to the body as teenagers use as I look like one of them. Simple like that. So, we would stare to each other, feeling already the heat in the body, the ultimate attraction, the sense of doing something terribly wrong. So, you pull me into your direction, in the couch and I can feel the volume in your paints. I would lay in the sofa and you would kiss me while I would still have some doubts. Isn’t it crazy? Me with the doubts of giving myself to you! You who are so hot and delicious, who makes want a little bit more just with the thought of it. So, gently and softly, you pass the tips of your fingers in my back and carry me to your bed and lift my blouse, kissing my belly, play with your tongue around my belly button and slowly you go up taking out the t-shirt of your way and you have total and complete control while I whisper and move with pleasure. Is that all right for you like that, babe? Ah! Let me dream about your mouth playing with me, come on… You finally find the free way to my breasts with no bra. Can you imagine the rest? Tell me… our leave a message in the machine… I am waiting for your call.

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