Your fingers brush against my skin as you gently gather my hair and move it away from my neck. I shiver. I sigh. Inside I’m humming, anticipation for your next touch. Your lips on my shoulder, suction and teeth. I completely bend for you. Your draw is powerful, I am overcome. Intoxicated. Your voice low […]
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and inward mind. I am troubled of spirit and a passionate desire. […]
Your love, a delicate seed. My words, to water and flow. Our passion, the heat of the sun. A kiss, now watch it grow. tara caribou | ©2020
Undressed you a million times, In a million different ways, In my mind a vivid memory, I can paint you blindly, I feel like you’re breathing inside of me, My hands keep wandering over my hips, Along the curves of these thighs, Delicious words echo in my mind. As memories of those lives long-passed flow, […]
Effortlessly you slide deep inside After signing your name All along my curled edges I sigh I taste your essence On my tongue That which is truly you Your profane mind Coating your wicked mouth I’m thirsty, ravenous I want more But now you’ve pushed inside me And I’m overwhelmed Exceedingly so Full of your […]
Sometimes I want a hand gripping my wrists as you penetrate my core with vicious thrusts, bared teeth, and filthy words. To be ripped apart for your pleasure, which is also mine. But there are times, too, when I want you to say I’m beautiful, even though I don’t believe it, but just to know […]
Silence surrounds me Smoke curling out my nostrils Inhaling your words Left me breathless No matter They are oxygen to my lungs Slipping my fingers lower I’ll write your name there Just like I’ll use my tongue To sign my name along your thighs There’s poetry written across your clavicle And beneath my breasts Hushed […]
We should get one thing straight, I’m not gentle laughter and soft words spoken at 2am, I’m not stroking touches and whispers of breath upon your throat, I’m not delicate heartbeats and a musical voice I mean, Unless by softly spoken words you mean that you want your name laced with filthy expressions at 3am […]
He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing and flowing through my wretched being. Long ago there had been […]
She has beautiful eyes The most entrancing eyes Becoming lost Oh I find myself staring Diving Swimming Floundering A whirlpool Spinning me around Waves cover my face I forget to breathe I willingly drown She’s my oxygen now tara caribou | ©2020
