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 

 

 

 

 

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