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 

 

 

 

 

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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 

Soul on Fire

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I grab his hips to pull his soul into mine.  I want him inside of my body so he can feel me come to life on his lap.  If he’ll just lift my heart up, and slam my soul down, I’ll let him feel the power of a woman on a fire.

If he’ll take the time to prepare my limbs, move to create friction,  graze my skin, and blow gently, carefully, and cautiously; remembering to smolder not smother, then he can  know my heat, and he will feel it feed, nurture, nourish and satisfy his hunger.  If he uses his strength to build the embers of my soul, then he will know the fierce in my fire.

He wants to see me flourish, he wants to notice the hues in my hair as I sway and whip, he wants to hear the sounds of my soul cracking open, he wants to be the one to contain what is unleashed; secure in my surroundings, I burn brighter, slower, longer……..

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge 

Sweet love

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She consumes love, and so, it pours from her soul, seeps through her skin, spills out of her mouth, and blesses all with a breath of fresh air. 

She smells like the sun, feels like the clouds, tastes like a rainbow, whispers like the ocean, and shines as bright as Christmas morning blanketed in snow.  She becomes the love she lets in.

She embodies the essence of her inhales and exhales: deeper, slower, softer, sweeter; she savors the subtle, digests the details, and emanates the effects of her efforts.

You can offer her fear, but she knows how it tastes, preferring the sensations and vibrations of peace, she chooses to swallow what cleanses her palate…….sweet love.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge