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Unattached

Anticipating your arrival ..

ready to partake, ready to release, and ready to take in all of you

playing games of control

passion

fire

sweat

lust

profanity

giving it and taking it

Oh…wait…the neighbors

Let them enjoy sounds…. animalistic and driven

pulling

choking

licking

moving

thriving

Expressing my sexual power and you being energized by my every movement

Challenging me to release HER – which I've tucked away

Scared she may gain control; she may become too much apart of me, of how I see myself to be

From the couch to the floor

kissing

feeling

moaning

screaming

Each movement builds

Each movement in harmony

Our bodies playing this song,

a song I haven't heard in a long time

You aren't mine

and I'm not yours

Unattached in Love

Connected in lust


June 27, 2007

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