If you could touch me the way music does, you would surely have me forever. But how do I explain to you how to do just that, unless you feel the same way I do when it caresses every fiber of my being, as every cell resonates to the glorious frequencies that move my soul, shifting my aura through an aural sweetness so refined it softly dances with my very breath. How do I show you how to touch me ever lightly your fingetips never brush against my skin, but still penetrate as deeply as a beautiful melody that soothes my deepest depths so dulcetly. How do I teach you to ignite my hidden passion to rise with such ease my walls need not be broken, they simply vanish revealing exquisite waves of rapture undulating through me, quickening my blood that rushes through my veins. How do I explain to you? How do I show you? How do I teach you? I’m hoping I just did…

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The night is alive and I feel the electricity crackling through my veins

Senses are heightened as the cool breeze sweetly fondles my quivering skin

Lips craving the gentle suckling of sensuous seduction

as I imagine what it would be like to make love to the music

dripping from the beauty of the stars.

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I’ve breathed you in deeply, almost too deeply

and now I must resist the urge to side step

the carefully constructed line between.

Intensely pacing at the edge

Fingering the short distance…

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I think that you should leave your man…

And give me a chance?

Or you can stay with him

Keep him around for when you want romance

Or feel the urge to slow dance

‘Cause I don’t give a fuck about that shit

I just wanna hit

And take an occasional sip

From what you have to offer

I could give it to you rough

I could give it to you softer

I could give it to you ways

He couldn’t imagine

He wont even get what’s happening

Usually they don’t

Walk around thinkin’ they’re cool

‘Cause their girl is with another girl

Stupid fools

All the while I’m showing her a whole new world

One where she’s appreciated

And taken care of

And when I say “taken care of”

I’m talking about multiple orgasms

With a partner that lasts longer

Than just a couple of seconds

We wont be finished

Until we’ve both came a few times

The possibility of positions is endless

Yet I’m not opposed to

Simply hittin’ it from behind

I’m confident I could make you lose your mind

And by the time I’m through

You wont know what to do

With yourself… or him

Then you’ll begin to fall in love with me

Or something to that extent

Even though that’s never what you meant

For this to turn into

We’ll continue to do what we do

And by the time you know it

You’ll be through with him

Sorry fella’s, but I usually win…

This poem was inspired by a certain someone, yet I have been in that situation a number of times. When I first came out as a lesbian, the majority of the women I dated were “straight” and that continues to be the case almost ten years later. I found this definition below from urbandictionary.com and thought it was hilarious, so I’ll share! =)

Wanted: A skilled conversationalist

To engage me in an exchange of words that will actually make me think.
Break the surface of this seemingly shallow world of emotionless words.
Paint a picture so perfectly I can feel it, taste it.
Penetrate me with your thoughts so deeply
I could never ask for anything more…

Pushed to the edge of my sexual experimentation
I find myself craving the uncharted territory of your milky white skin
Call me obsessed
Call me bored
Call me whatever you’d like
It wouldn’t change the curiosity in my mind
that overcomes me every time I touch her wanting you instead.
Your hips writhing against mine
Your breasts in my mouth
Its not right, I can feel it
and yet its your essence that comes to me in my state of arousal.
It’s you I want against my fingertips.
It’s you I want lingering on my lips.
It’s you I wait for.
For the moment you say yes…
For the moment you release all that is keeping you from fully desiring me…
For the moment you give in…
For the moment I can give in
and meet you fantasy for fantasy
completely surrendering
wanting no one else but you…

(From the archives of Natty B’s mind)

Silence flows in and around me soothing my tired mind
Thoughts of you float into my awareness
They swim languidly, effortlessly
Gently stirring my senses
My breath breathing me softly
As for a moment, I ponder what it would be like to run my fingertips
From your lips to the tips of your toes
Memorizing every inch in between
Taking generous sips of you with adoring eyes
Reveling at the phenomenal creation that you are
Retracing you again by blind touch alone
Bathing in the softness of your energy
Breathing you in
Coursing you through my veins
Breathing you out
Then breathing you in again, and again, and again…