Need some heat,
As I shiver and write,
I’ll be discreet,
Keep it out of sight,
Pen a verse,
Of lust and need,
Moaning gasp,
Of Inhibition freed,
Crap it’s cold,
I must be bold,
As i dream,
Of you in lace,
Burning with desire,
As I touch your secret place,
Filling you with fire,
Anticipation on your face.
Seriously.. it’s cold as fuck out here and it’s raining. Writeing erotica with numb fingers ftw.
I shiver,
Comeing home,
Out of freezing wind,
Into the warmth,
Of your embrace,
Tired and drained,
I am at peace,
Only in your arms,
As you kiss my cheek,
And I feel your heartbeat,
Flutter at my touch.
Best wishes-SirHanz
Like a humming note,
In the back of my mind,
It has been there,
As long as I can remember,
And when gone,
As I walk amongst the trees,
The silence is deafening…
I watch the sun sinking low,
Its golden rays illuminate,
Leafy green and gold,
Laying my hand apon the rough bark,
Cold wind gnashing at my cheeks,
And howling among the branches,
I let it fill my lungs,
Cooling my blood,
Sweeping away the endless struggle,
There is peace in this moment,
With the smell of dried grass,
And the taste of winter,
I turn and walk back along the path,
Thinking… one day… maybe….
I will share this..
With someone I love..
And there will be two sets of footprints,
In the dust,
Untill the wind blows,
And leaves us,
With only memory.
Best wishes -SirHanz
They sit across from each other… eating, laughing, smiling a knowing smile…
Her coat is pulled tightly around her, warming her against the cold..
Her heels click quietly against the tile as she shifts in her seat, the metal chair is like ice..
She shivers as the wind blows, curling up underneath her coat…
Across bare skin…
He grins from behind his steaming cup of tea, sipping quietly… watching…
Again she can’t help but squerm in her seat.. the clink of metal on metal, she gasps quietly.. no one notices.. but him..
The waiter arrives and asks about dessert, he hands the waiter a note, the waiter nods and leaves..
His eyes betray his delight as the hot pie is placed in front of him, she scowls at him and looks at her sweet dessert with fear…
Ice cream…
His smile grows wider, her eyes plead with his… he nods toward the frozen treet..
Her head droops.. trembling hand picks up the spoon.. one bite.. then two.. so cold..
Finish it quickly, she thinks.. get it over with…
He chuckles. .. savoring the warm taste of the pie, watching her quiver as she shovels down the freezing chocolate…
The waiter comes again, asking if they are done.. he turns to the waiter.. “it appears she was hungrier than I thought.. please bring the lady another…”
Her eyes are beseeching, pleading.. as he slips from his warm mug..
His hand reaches into his pocket, she bites her lip to keep from crying out as a soft humm emanates from her lap…
The sound stops as the waiter arrives with another bowl of sweet hell… she breathes deeply, nodding to the oblivious man as he leaves..
She starts to eat slowly this time.. the sound returns.. she almost chokes as the spoon slips from her hand..
His coy grin betrays his enjoyment as he picks up the spoon and feeds her a small bite..
Her knuckles are white as she grips the arms of of the chair.. freezing thighs burn as they press together under the table..
He raises another spoonful to her lips, the spoon tips dropping winters kiss down her collar and between ivory flesh.. “oops..”
Her body stiffens, eyes roll back, nails dig harshly into wooden arm ressts…
The humm stops and she slumps into the chair.. no longer caring about its touch..
He pays the check..leaving a generous tip as she cleans herself up in the bathroom..
There is a to-go cup of hot coco waiting for her when she returns..
She clutches the cup with shaking hands… “th.. tha..nk yo..u. s..ir..”
He wraps her in his coat, holding her against his warmth..
And if you where to listen vary closely on this winter’s night…
You may hear her humming softly as he set her gently into the warmth of the car.
More sleepy writing -SirHanz
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