Kiss Me
Nov 19, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Sex, love
in
out
in
out
breath hot like
indigo flames
against my neck
kiss me.
don’t wait
’cause i cant
anticipate
another moment.
hurry,
it might be too late
kiss me.
skin so soft
mind racing
sex so sweet
skin tingling.
kiss me.
i really am
coyly grinding
shyly teasing
traditionally waiting,
really.
patience was never my virtue
‘kiss me’
sweet syllables escape
unexpectedly
startled. that’s us.
so you do.
magic happens in
a single kiss.
at least it does
when
lips;
mine and yours
collide
quaking the earth
keep.kissing.me.
The Rain in Spain…
May 19, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Masturbate-able, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
I am listening to the rain. The last couple of days have girl-peed all over my geographical location. If I am prepared for it, I don’t necessarily mind it. The smell of fresh rain is borderline arousing to me; it’s distinct, clean smell filling my pores. As much as I feel energized by the warmth of the suns rays against my skin … I feel as energized by the sight, smell, sound of the rain falling around me.
It doesn’t rain here as much as the perception of Seattle rain is. One of the things that I love most about this city is the diversity in weather conditions. We experience a good amount of all of the seasons… but the extremity of each is limited. Or it was anyway. The last couple of years here have been odd in regard to weather.
Anyway, that is not the point of this blog.
When I was driving home today in Monsoon 2009, I started thinking about the fact that I have never made love in the rain … and I have always wanted to. The problem with the rain in Seattle is that it is not warm. Especially the kind I am listening to tonight. It is wet … wetter than the usual kind of rain we get here … and it is freezing. An unpleasant freezing that chills you to the core close to immediately. The cold doesn’t change my desire though.
There is this part in a book… one of my favorites ever … that that my fantasy reminds me of it is called “The Hottest State” by Ethan Hawke. (which I highly recommend reading… BTW) I remember being completely sucked into the moment when I read it… as if I was her and D was he. I wanted to be there, as wet and rainsoaked as they were.
If I could have picked my first kiss … it would go a lil’ somethin’ like this:
I would like to be … with D in the middle of the street … as if we were pages ripped out of a love story. The rain would fall hard, spilling down our faces. My t-shirt would stick to me, molding itself like paper mache to my breasts. We’d be palm to palm, chest to chest… as our mouths assumed the position atop the other. D would press my back against a vehicle that did not belong to us as he fumbled with my zipper… and me with his.
It would be passionate. Spontaneous. Sexy. I would remember the reason why we fell in love … not because I had forgotten … but because it would remind me that times like this are why people like us … him and i … remain we for as long as we are meant to.
Have you ever passionately kissed someone in the rain? Made love? What was it like?
Do you have a fantasy like this…? Maybe not the same “in the rain” one, but something that you have never done before?
If you could be a character out of a book… what character would you be and why?
Tags: ethan hawke, kiss, love, making love, passion, rain, spain, spontenaiety, the hottest state
