Fantasizing of that day

Fantasizing of that day

A Poem by Airila

That moment, that sacred moment
Wonder when it'll happen for real?
Yes there are some issues to be worked on
But that's why i'm here...

*Moving from the negative*

Every beat of my heart
The pulse in my veins
the air that I breathe
Only for him...no one else
Waiting for that day
Waiting, wanting, hoping
Fantasizing of that moment
Yes I want him

Every fiber of my being wants him
Every night I dream of that moment
I feel him inside of me
So deep he is
Making me moan with desire
Wanting more and more
I lick my lips
N give him a look

Wanting his touch
Caressing my body
Trying to make sense of this
Feels too good to care
Wants him more and more
Loving him even more than I do now
Not wanting this feeling to go away
Hoping he feels the same

He covers my mouth
Was about to scream his name
But wait there's more
Going back to foreplay
"Lie down" he says
Of course I obey
Eyes closed knees up
Gripping the sheets

As I let him dominate my tiny body
I am his...only his
Feeling a tiny metal barbell
Flicking at my (cough cough)
Making me wetter than I was before
HE has no idea how good that feels
This is my fantasy come true
This moment...*screaming*

Thrusting hard inside me
Legs wrapped round
On the kitchen floor
Moving right along
Upstairs...his bed
He takes over me
Every nerve ending in my body at full alert
Tugging my dress of my body

F*****g the black off me
No...making hot passionate sweet love
Not letting go of this feeling ever
I'm his...he's mine
Together til the end of time
I love you
Us against the world *name deleted*

© 2009 Airila


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Added on November 18, 2009

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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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