That terrifyingly delicious feeling
There is something to be said about seemingly simple yet complex innocence
I caress over your secret special place, my favorite place,
The place that makes you quiver in buzzing bliss
Such sweet seduction
That agonizingly perfect compromise
That tug-o-war between playing it safe and rebelliousness
The soft, warm pads of your fingertips peck over my unscathed begging skin,
Leaving goosebumps in their wake,
Your heat lingers, I ask for more
That surprisingly familiar feeling that we have done this before
That carefree, consented want to test and expound our limits,
That feeling of contentment and acceptance even when it could hurt a little
That gaze of magical mirth wrapped up with awe sets its sights on me and I’m tantalized, intrepid,
That electrifying elation at the first sample of our love, intertwined and pressed closely,
That lost concept of space and time,
I taste your sweet and salty concoction as your soft fingertips press past the pillowy plushness of my lips,
You taste my deep desperation to be mended snugly within your soul
That tender, reassuring comfort,
Your blackened, silken strands of tresses slip through my dainty fingers,
My eager hands wander over the perfect mountains that are your snowcapped shoulders, the strong, ridge-lined cliffs that are your shoulder blades,
The perfect downward slope that is your lower back,
The plush full hills that are your buttocks
I am ecstatic, unkempt and erupting inside,
That you are my rock, my ever rooted strong light-tower that guides me in the night so as not to get lost at sea
That hot, rippling feeling as you have entered my secret place, your favorite place,
To relax and roam as the ocean sweetly laps onto the nestled rocks of the sea shore
You are mesmerized, enchanted by the soft calls in my breath and throat,
Like a supine siren, I sing for you, leading you deeper into us,
So far and deep until we swallow each other whole
There is something to be said about willful surrendered innocence
About the Creator
Cici Evan
For me, my gift to use words in ways in which they were intended, to build cerebral watercolor pictures, induce catharsis, etc, is a great honor. I am so elated and giddy with finding a place like Vocal to connect with you all.
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