Craving

My apologies for not being here lately. I feel badly for not posting on such a wonderful community site where people are real people and nothing but encouraging to each other. All of you are important to me and I feel incredibly lucky to be a part of this. That being said…let’s get sexy on!

This poem actually was a November week challenge winner on Instagram, and I was thrilled and honored. Thank you all for reading!😊

Possessing Me


My body

aquiver

as teeth and tongue

tease the skin

of neck and throat

breasts and belly

inner thighs

and silent aching lips

a hand

wraps my hair

tugs

posessing me

before your

real weapon of posession

takes full control

and

forces me

over the edge

©MidwestFantasy

11/02/2017

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My Indecent Spell

indecent spell

It is in

blackened chambers

I cast a spell

on you

only  you

my spell

one of darkness

deviousness

delicious, decadent desire

that will lick up

every decent

thought you had

and bury them

in folds of my devil

where pulses

milk your fuel

and guttural screams

fill me

more than once

©MidwestFantasy

09/29/2017

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Sins Scream in the Dark

Welcome to After Hours friends.  Beth Amanda back for a Friday night post.  This is obviously from my archives.  I had been writing less than a year on Twitter when this was posted there.  Sometimes it’s fun to look back, and most times, I’m asking myself “Did I write that?” When new doesn’t flow off the pen like it should, going back can be a great trip.  Enjoy the evening readers!

Yours To Devour

aching flesh

Waste none

of my aching flesh

lying bare

before you

adore each inch

with your eager eyes

feel me closer

with every fingertip

sliding over curves

journeying deep within

my softness

taste all my scents

my delicacies of femininity

with your lips and velvet tongue

devour my essence

like you

cannot ever

get enough

©MidwestFantasy

09/15/2017

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The Voice in His Hands

talking hands

His hands

did all the talking

whispering tones

tickling my neck

and shoulders

playful words

running across breasts

down slender sides

teasing tummy

and sensitive hipbones

then…

began pure poetry

words sliding effortlessly

down insides of

shivering thighs

weaving passionate lines

over and around

begging petals

until suddenly…

a changing tone

with flip of my body

masculine strength

of rough language

kneading both cheeks

urgent voices in his fingers

commanding compliance

as he pulled me

to my knees

his conversation with me

now heightened

to demands

and my screams of

obedient pleasure

finally silencing him

©MidwestFantasy

09/08/2017

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My Mug. My Life.

I am kind of giggling that I could write about a coffee mug.  But thanks to Christine Ray, a line in her poem  “A Poet’s Love Song”inspired this piece, and I just had to run with it!

 

I stared at the chip in my favorite teal colored coffee mug.  The mug with the typewriter font B on it for Beth. The chip happened not long after I bought it, and I don’t know how.

I felt like I was staring at my life.

Like the mug, my life is a beautiful color.  Although, it is not always the same color because different days and experiences bring different colors.

Like the mug, my life is daily filled with things I love. Family, good friends, good times, thoughts and dreams.  Oh yes, and coffee and wine.

Like the mug, my life constantly gets refilled.  Mainly, it’s the people in my life who unknowingly do that for me.

Like the mug, I sometimes spice up my life by adding in things others’ may never think of doing.  And I savor those moments of secret indulgence.

Like the mug, my life is not perfect. I never know when a chip will happen.  I don’t always know how it happens. But my life has bumps and scuffs, and those oftentimes leave scars that are permanent yet not debilitating.

Like the mug, chips won’t keep my life from being able to be full and happy. Hurt, heartache, and loss happen. But I continue on and sometimes ignore those chips.

My mug.  My life.

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©MidwestFantasy

09//7/2017