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Laughing Medusas

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking. ~Helene Cixous "The Laugh of the Medusa"

Saturday, April 24, 2004

Better This Way 

___________________

I sleep better this way

When your voice
Caresses me
And my lullaby
Is your gentle whisper

I wake better this way

When your voice
Stirs me
And my coffee
Is your subtle accent

~Asherah
posted  @ 3:27 AM

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Hopeful Memories 

I don’t know how we got here, that’s the beauty of dreams. I can skip the time we must have spent with small talk and slight innuendos… testing the waters of this evening. Instead, my mind takes me to here, to now. I stand facing my bed, still wearing jeans and a t-shirt I think may be a bit too tight. I’m looking for the tea light candles to light, so I can turn off the light when I feel your hands on my hips. You lean forward, into me and knees weaken as your hands slide up my stomach and cup my breasts. Your breath is hot behind my ear and I can feel the hardness of your cock through my clothes and yours.

“Leave the lights, all of them.” You whisper into my ear and pull me close with one hand still on my breast and the other undoing my pants. I want to protest, but my nipples are hard, I’m already wet and my desire to feel you against and inside me overrides this body shyness. I turn to face you and wrap my arms around your shoulders. The thought of reaching for the light switch finds me a slight moment before you run both hands up my arms, grasp my wrists and say “Don’t even think about it.”

“Of course not,” I smile as you run your hands down the sides of my body. When your hands reach my hips I pull my shirt off over my head, then place my hands atop yours and slide my jeans to the floor. I leave your hands on me and slip mine under your shirt, tickling you a little before pulling it off you. I reach for your pants and realize I’ve never undressed you before. I pause to rub your shoulders and trace paths across your chest and stomach with my fingertips. You scoop my tits out of the bra cups, without removing the bra and begin to run one thumb across each nipple and a startled moan escapes my lips as you pinch them. Your tongue moves achingly slow down my neck and I undo your pants and slid my hand down the front of them. I cup your balls gently in my hand for a moment before encircling my hand around your cock and tugging it gently towards me, only a couple times before sliding both hands to your hips.

I turn us around so your back is to the bed and I am facing you, before pushing you playfully onto the bed and pulling your pants and boxers off. I take off my bra and panties and stand naked in front of you, staring at your naked body on my bed. You look surprised as I straddle you right away and slide your cock deep inside me. Maybe you think I plan on just fucking you like this and leaving it at that. Maybe you’re surprised I’m as wet as I am already. You look equally surprised when I unstraddle you, kneel on the floor in front of you and take you in my mouth, just to taste myself on you. You run my fingers through my hair, keeping it out of my face as I suck you and run one hand up your stomach, the other holding your cock.

You pull me up for a kiss and slide your fingers inside me. I pull you close and bite your ear, knowing full well that all semblances I may have had of being in control this time is gone, once your hand finds its way between my thighs and inside me. Your fingers dance across my clit, and you r other hand is one my lower back pulling me towards you. My vision blurs and I feel the sweat drenching my back. I am gasping for air, coming in waves of pleasure, clinging to you as my muscles contract and release just enough to leave me quivering beneath your touch.

You finally bring your trembling hands to my face and I close my eyes as I lick my own juices from your fingers. My entire body tingles and shivers, I am helpless in this moment of delirious exhaustion and yet my nipples harden with excitement as I feel your cock enter me. I am always surprised at how deep you penetrate me, at the delicious feeling of my body stretching in attempt to accommodate you. I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your legs to pull you all the way inside me with each thrust, dancing on the thin line connecting pleasure and pain.

“Too much?” you ask as I wince slightly. “Uh-uh, no,” I exhale. “You sure?” you ask again, slowing a bit. I grab your ass with both hands and pull you towards my while thrusting my hips to meet you, stare directly into your eyes and demand, “Fuck me, now, hard, and fast. Just fuck me.” I think you may have said something else, but I don’t remember. I remember the painful pleasure of your cock slamming into me. I remember the orgasm that tore through me like a lightening bolt. I remember opening my eyes in time to see ecstasy contort your face. I remember smiling at the thought of the exquisite soreness I would feel in the morning, just moment before passing out exhausted, in your arms.

~Asherah
posted  @ 6:51 PM

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

The Sculpture 

beauty cannot recall ever owning
such a fine vessel
in which to contain itself
as is found
in your earnest crystalline gaze

the profile of David
beholding a Van Gogh
recalling nights of Rodin
peering out to a Monet landscape
walking among the children of Gauguin

all the glorious works
that cause my heart to soar
my pulse to quicken
I must refrain from the desire to touch
for fear they'd lose their eternal luster

yet my hand's favorite figure
is perfectly in reach
waiting to be hewn anew
into a composition not yet known
upon which I add my daubs of clay

- Adetoun
posted  @ 8:19 PM

Mourning in South Station 

the damned lovely breeze
that tenderly played with your jacket
crawled up my chest
and took my heart along on its
whispy trails
threw me onto
the metallic beast
where I wept in the pale light
of morning in South Station

- Adetoun

posted  @ 8:18 PM

Monday, April 19, 2004

good morning: a haiku 

the sound of your smile
scent of falling rain outside
stirring me from sleep

~Asherah
posted  @ 2:14 AM

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