You don’t own me

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I’ll let you own the moment, not me.

I just want to play.

No containing my desire to taunt and tease, satisfy and please.

Twirling my hair, sampling my skin, enjoying my vibrations: you see what I crave as you dive in to lick my lips and nibble my neck.

Your fingers turning on light switches all over my body, your energy surging through my veins; the pulsating as you fill me with your warm, sweet, savory…….. love.

The aroma of us locked in my memory, our taste-my favorite flavor, all of these sensations I’m trying to savor.  Your sounds, your skin, your lines, the spaces, slow, slower… slowly you become my ecstasy.

You woke up my wants to fill your needs, made me gasp for air, and weak in my knees, but please remember, you don’t own me.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge 

 

 

 

 

Toy with me

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So, you think I’m your toy, little boy?

You want to pull my strings, compare me to other shiny things, toss me around with your careless ways, and throw me in the garbage after I’ve been broken, worn, and frayed?

Playing with my body, and toying with my mind, as if I were a monster truck and you were nine.  I’d rather play chess, and blow your mind, but here we are circling this track, and wasting our time.

I can’t help but wonder if I looked like Barbie, would you then be my Ken?  If I were the perfect shade of cherry red, would you pay closer attention?

Or, maybe it’s that, you’d tinker with me rather than toy, if you were an man instead of a boy.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge 

 

 

There you were

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There you were standing there looking into my soul with your gorgeous icy blue eyes, telling me I would be safe in your arms; that I was all there ever was, is, and will be, and not one word spoken.  There you were awakening the cells in my body with just a glance.

I felt your sigh of relief when you looked at me, my soul settled down, but my body woke up, when our eyes met.  My heart found a home in your chest, where it felt safe to beat…….. slowly, softly, sweetly…..

My home, my heart, my happiness, wait, where are you going?

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge 

Read me right

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You make me want to crawl out of my skin, and onto your body.  Your heart so heavy with worry, just lay it on mine, melt into me, feel it beating for you, your love, and let gravity pull you into my soul, until we’re one, until we’re whole.

I’ll shake as our energy syncs, I’ll quiver until we calibrate, and eventually calm as you blanket me in your warmth and adoration.  Gaze deeper, and let my eyes show you what I want to tell you:  That they light up because of the way you smile, and they drift away, and dream of you always.

I want your fingertips to drip down, and trace the lines of my body, reading and savoring the spaces between; my curves telling you the story of my heart.  I’ll write new love for you to find.  I’ll let your hands uncover my body, and discover my mind.

Inhaling our scent excites my cells and confirms what I feel-that you’re the reason my body breathes……slower, deeper, softer, sweeter.

Your skin in my teeth, your tongue on my lips: this is what heaven and hell tastes like.  I want to devour and dote on all of our flavors.

I want to hear you say my name again and again.  The vibrations of your voice soothe my spirit ,and awaken every sensual bone in my body.  Your moans elevate my entire existence.

Touch me, taste and inhale me; listen as you look, and penetrate deeper into my essence.  I’ll tell you everything you want to hear, and help you feel all your body craves, if you open my heart, and read me just right.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge