First Notes

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First Notes

Standing mute she had a certain air
the tempo changed once I held her
the vibrato warm and expressive
my heartbeat an allegro
admiring the dynamics of her shapely body
I noted she was very high strung
but she played right into my hands.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

You Smell Like Sex

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You Smell Like Sex

I am trembling and breathless
as you step behind me
your strong arms
encircling exploring
my body imploring…

Your warm breath at my ear-
you smell like sex!

As you turn to me our lips meet
we drink deeply of this elixir
falling in lust.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

A Familiar Stranger

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A Familiar Stranger

Little could I have fathomed
such an exquisite encounter
with a total stranger.
He smiled at me in the hotel bar
kind eyes, handsome, without ego.
I was a moth seeking flame
vulnerable with a single purpose
he seemed familiar to me
it was instant chemistry.
Our words were few
I took him to my room hungry
he reached for me smelling
of cologne and whiskey
crushing me to his chest
the first kiss made me muzzy.
Our foreplay was exquisite
naked flesh covered in goosebumps
mutual waves of bliss washed over us.
The harsh neon lights of the hotel sign
illuminating every sigh and nuance.
Spent and exhausted
we fell into a deep sleep
when I woke my bed was empty.
Ecstasy exchanged without names
no complications of a relationship
a familiar stranger, to remain an enigma.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

Extreme Love

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Extreme Love 

Begging Him with my thoughts
imploring Him with my eyes
offering myself to Him
I silently surrender.

I am just another doll
he can bend and pose me
play or ignore me
I exist only for Him.

The gag makes it hard
I finally catch my breath
the ropes are taut
my senses are alive.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, 55 words.

The Look

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Your chestnut eyes like X-rays
penetrating my clothes
piercing through my skin
to my very bones.

You make my marrow burn
my blood boil
my heart beat out of control
like a cancer, invading my very essence.

If you’d only asked
I would have revealed myself freely
but this capture
without a touch.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

© RebekkaSanchez2016

Written with Magpie Tales.

 

 

Wool Socks

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Wool Socks

The next morning
seeking food and espresso
our fingers touch
a current runs through us
it draws your eyes to mine.

Over the sound of our laughter
and the smell of burnt toast
our night of passion
replays in our minds.

Those eyes seeking my eyes in the dark
the lingering kisses
down my body
right there…
the physical weight of you on me
our moans music to our ears.

Wool socks is all
I wore to breakfast that morning.

The naked closeness
excited him
as she licked
sticky marmalade
from his fingers.

He gathered her up
but they sank to the floor
their urgent needs
send breakfast scattering.

© RebeccaSanchez 2015