You're not looking for love
Not in this part of town
You're hoping for a bit of action
A well worth it one night stand
I see you beside the counter
Surveying this seedy bar
Thinking I could go for that
Two dirty girls in a dirty bar
You buy two shots and give me one
Saying "Hey there, what's your name?"
The other girls are watching now
To see how well I'll play your game
I drink what you bought, smile and ask
"Do you really want to know?"
You take your shot, then my hand
"Come to think of it, no."
I follow you through the dirty bar
To the dirty alley on the side
No words, no kisses, no kind gestures
Just dirty fingers deep inside
I wasn't looking for love, you know
Not in this part of town
I came looking for a dirty girl
And come while this dirty girl goes down
~Asherah
posted @ 10:05 PM
Moments from sleep, I shift for comfort and feel the gentle touch of a woman's hand against my thigh. In the haze of almost asleep I don't attempt to rationalize or understand the soft caress across my skin.
Another hand strokes my breast, just when I desire it, just where I like it. Strong fingers pinch my nipple. Delicate fingers dance up my inner thigh. Teasing fingers flick my clit. Forceful fingers delve inside me, two then one, then two again. One long middle finger rubs my clit, in little circles and I start to moan. The hand from my breast, runs through my hair, tugging just a bit.
I roll to my stomach and grind my hips on the hand that's pressing against my pubic bone, with fingers that massage my clit and occasionally slide deep inside my wet pussy. The other hand grips the pillow beneath my head as my moans evolve into screams.
My muscles tense, my toes curl, my hips buck and as I revel in the pleasure... my hand leaves my thighs in search of my mouth.
~Asherah
posted @ 9:54 PM
i see you there
on the outside
tapping at my glass
peering
hands cupped
in hopes
that you will see
inside
inside me
the metaphorical
entwined
however intimately
with the literal
is still
twisted
inside me
lowering walls
i hide in the fog
trembling
amidst the mist
my breasts damp
with sweat and condensation
my thighs moist
with anticipation
can you find your way
through the smoke screens
the labyrinth of my soul
can you find the path
i've paved for you
without a map
can you feel your way
inside
deep inside me
~Asherah
posted @ 3:22 PM