Those…
Made to compel me
Fierce, dragon like
Eyes.
The tall Podium
Your height wraps,
Around.. and around
Me
Smooth,
Presence
Touch
I knew,
I have met you
Seen, hovering
Towards me
I dream,
Lips closer
Safe warmth
Share it with me
Fantasy or real,
It doesn’t matter
To me
Embrace,
Your presence
Slide it down
Further within
Calculating thought
And all
Move, the thrust
My face rolling
Inwards lock
I’m into you.
Oh, controversial
None
Snap out!
I’ve returned now
Awake
In red cheeks,
What a state
But so Fresh..
I guess..
Mind,
In a hurry
Clothes to be on
I dreamt of something too complex to unwind
I saw you, we met, we spoke.
I’ve sealed up,
A sensual fantasy
Rock a boat
Rock, rock
The desk, the whole lot
I’m in a deep trance of the mind,
For too many times,
I liked, I watched
Only you
I explored
Stuck in that time
Shaken, subconsciously
The thought,
(Oh generous, I fucked you way too much) x









Love the last line….💋
Terrific write .
Thank you for reading.
Your compliment means a lot. x
Passionately penned, Rosie. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Really dig the layers in this. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.
Your words mean a lot. x
Politically we’re destined to bring about our own destruction. Visually we can see the dragon and know it’s no pet, we still long to pet it. Tight
That’s true.
I admire your words of wisdom.
You’ve really got me thinking for a moment, then. x
The words couple with the image in erotic thrusts of thought conveying the dreams others stir in us.
And a fitting momentary step back from horror. 🌼
That’s true, Joe.
Thanks for reading and noticing the difference in my writing.
I appreciate your response. x