Firstborn

Fragile, furry, female.  

Late, lovely, loved.

Bright, bashful, beckoning me to unfurl.

Open, obedient, opinionated.

Talkative, talented, tasteful.

Thoughtful, thoroughly thrilling,

Leaving me thunderstruck with thanks.

Mindful, modest, mirthful.

Fettered by fastidiousness, and fear of flaws

. . . Yet . . .

Coincidentally canty and courageous.

Indecisive about independence

Confident and concise when

Your heart fills contemplating canine companions.

Child, you broke me in so many ways

Perfect sentences dropping from your mouth

Stunning, snarky, sullen.

Prim and protective, do you feel your power?

Blooming, blossoming, burgeoning

Steadfast.  Strong. Shining.

I anxiously anticipate awesomeness.

Ma'am

Would you believe how beautiful I find your heated skin, the droplets gathering 

Your intense handiwork reflected in the crackle of your eyes?

Fingers work with friction to create dynamic electricity,

​Zinging between the three of us, a bubble of felicity

Taking turns between our thighs

I am your pervert. I derive pleasure from the battering.

Ferocious loving is my specialty.

I feel it all and show my feels.

Patient, attentive, following at your heels,

Yet poking you to incite sweet brutality.

Soft skin, jumbled limbs resting in a sweaty pile

Deep breaths held and released, muscles trembling,

It makes us happy to see you pleased.

Salt and wet spilling all over one another, laughing

Your love glows in your wicked smile.

November Writings #1-2016 What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?

My favorite?  Throw reality out of the window?  Really, really lazy?  Give me sand.  Give me water. Warm water, not that Lake Michigan.  Not that I don't completely love Lake Michigan because I do. We have to be honest here. That lake is too cold.  I want warm.  Really really warm.  WARM. WATER.  Hot sunshine baking my skin, turning me brown.  Making my arm and leg hairs golden.  A stack of really great books.  Not just ones that I'm willing to finish because that is just what I do. Books I don't want to finish because they are so great but then I am excited to move on to the next really great book.  While I'm reading in the warm sunshine and the water is right there if I feel like getting cooled off, I want fruit delivered right to me.  Right there on the beach, I want cold, fresh, sliced up pineapple and melon and berries.  Chilled fruit.  Perfectly ripe, juicy fruit delivered to me on the beach.

If we are really getting crazy here, I would also like to be naked.  No shorts and tank top.  No swimming suit.  Just my beautiful skin soaking up the sun, air, and salt water.

The most decadent part of this lazy, perfect day?  What could possibly add to the appeal?  This is something I might have to whisper.  Come closer, let me tell you the most fantastical part of this whole thing.  I want to . . . be alone.