subtle_poetry i think i would like to belong to Her and rub Her errrrrrr feet. - March 05 add/view comments (0)

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the offer

 

it arrives

 

soft and warm and

 

furry like the underbelly

 

of a newborn kitten

 

you gently carress it

 

you turn it over and around

 

feeling, stroking, carressing

 

all the edges

 

the ink is still hot

 

as you run your fingers across slowly

 

outlining the letters noticing, feeling

 

this perfect form

 

each letter has a grace

 

the subtle curves

 

promising

 

the perpetual circles

 

promising

 

the long thick powerful lines

 

promising

 

after you catch your breath

 

from the rush and heat

 

these perfect sensual letters give you

 

you notice that they make two words

 

THE OFFER

 

these letters have captured you

 

melting all resistance

 

ending all objections

 

rendering you helpless

 

before their grace and sensuality

 

so much that you become as one with their form

 

you experience a tingle

 

as it is gently laid down

 

and flipped

 

then a small whimper

 

as the lip is gently pierced

 

and pulled open

 

allowing entrance inside

 

where your precious cargo awaits inspection

 

then once inside and calm

 

is once again established

 

there it is

 

THE OFFER

 

as you see the document

 

you realize no longer are you reading

 

you are experiencing

 

you are feeling

 

you are crying

 

the pure ecstasy of the message

 

is too much

 

you swiftly close it

 

so as not to be overwhelmed to soon

 

but then you remember

 

that time is of the essence

 

so you bring your hand back

 

to the table

 

drying them off

 

so they won t be sticky

 

open it again

 

bracing yourself for the passion

 

that follows

 

ONE NIGHT

 

PLEASURE UNBOUND

 

NO RULES

 

NO LIMITS

 

ALL THRESHOLDS PUSHED AND EXCEEDED

 

ONLY PREVIOUSLY AGREED UPON

 

CONDITIONS AND ADDITIONS

 

ARE ALLOWED, NEEDED

 

never could you imagine

 

the bliss, the anticipation

 

you are feeling from these words

 

ahhhhh......... but then again

 

you know what itis

 

as this person, this entity

 

of your imagination

 

made flesh

 

sends you body down memory lane

 

remembering those times

 

those rare occasions

 

when you were touched

 

in that perfect way

 

when you were caressed

 

in that perfect way

 

when you were held

 

in that perfect way

 

that this person

 

who comes staight out of your imagination

 

does continually

 

so that from the first touch

 

to the last climaxing stroke

 

you feel yourself

 

trembling, shaking, convulsing

 

crying, screaming, and begging

 

for release

 

a release that can only come

 

will only come

 

must only come

 

when you accept

 

THE OFFER

 

don t wait too long

 

passion expires in a vaccuum

 

it must breathe and be exchanged

 

then it is all encompassing

 

all enticing

 

all giving

 

but you must act

 

you must give direction

 

you must say yes

 

 

 

 

The Ruby Butterfly



Below the bluest sky with its wisp of cotton clouds,

lay a massive field of lush green.

Beyond the field stand many trees,

which interlock like nature in dance.

Through the trees you can hear a waterfall,

which sounds like angels laughing joyfully.

At the foot of the waterfall, next to the rocks,

is a colorful...

single...

flower.

Upon that flower sits a butterfly.

A beautiful...

magical...

butterfly.

To most everyone she is a sight to behold,

but she must be handled carefully.

Because beyond her obvious beauty,

lay a secret that very few have ever known,

and fewer still have ever seen.

To unlock this secret, one must touch her in just the right way.

A gentle...caring...caress, down her back,

will release a sprinkle of golden dust from her fluttering wings.

This golden dust will form a glowing globe,

with only you and she inside.

This is where....magic happens.

Touch her wings...just...like...this,

a nd watch them turn a beautiful ruby red.

A caress here...a stroke there...just right.

Her wings will flutter faster with each perfect touch.

Faster...and faster....and faster.

A warmth will begin to grow,

both in her...and in you.

A warmth of satisfaction...of something...wonderful.

Her ruby wings will flutter so fast,

that they actually...start...glowing.

Glowing brighter...and brighter...and even brighter.

Soon all that you are...all that she is...

is bathed in this flood of pure enjoyment.

Nothing else can describe it...

because the words have not been discovered yet.

The very peak of absolute pleasure is reached...

then you are sent flying beyond even that.

You hear the echo of a single word, uttered by the butterfly.

One word that causes this voice inside you to respond...to release.

One word that makes everything safe...everything allowed.

Shhh...listen....can you hear it?

If not...how curious are you to find out







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