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"

Monday, July 19, 2004

Play Me 

lusting, laughing, longing
deep, decadent downbeats
pulsing, pounding precision
rapid, rhythmic romps 
cadence of your cock

posted  @ 5:58 PM

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Breathing You In 

I lay beside you and measure my breathing to match yours. I inch my way closer, not wanting to surprise you with my presence. But you expect me, you reach for me, pull me closer. My heart stops and then picks up again with wild, erratic pounding. I have almost slowed my breathing when you kiss me with a tenderness that melts my fears and insecurities. In this moment my world is reduced and expanded to contain only you.
"Remember, I'm new at this," you breathe into my ear, sending shivers to every nerve ending that lies in anticipation of your touch. And though, unlike you, I have been with women before, this is new to me. This sensuality, this tenderness, you... all very new to me.
My hands tremble as I reach for you. I close my eyes and see your face through my fingertips. I learn the way your neck curves to your shoulders with only lips to guide me. Your heart beats powerfully beneath your left breast, your strength manifest beneath the softness of your skin. Your nipple is taut in my mouth as I hold it gently between my teeth and flick my tongue over it. I feel you shudder beneath me. I feel your hands against my back, nails like grappling hooks on my shoulder blades that dig pleasurable canals in my skin as I kiss my way down your stomach.
I look into your eyes and watch them close as I lick the inside of your thigh. Your back arches and I trace the other thigh with my tongue as well. I part your lips with my fingers and breathe in the scent your sex. Intoxicated, I push my tongue inside you and my toes curl as I hear you moan. I place one hand on your stomach and get lost inside you. While I am aware of your fingers, entangled in my hair, your legs tucked under my arms and around my back, and your voice crying out my name - those things are all so far away. I have wandered with my tongue and fingers, into your abyss, exploring the cavern of your sex. I am vaguely aware of your first climax and after easing up a bit, delve hungrily in search of a second and third and more, until you pull me firmly towards your face. Without hesitation, you kiss me, tasting yourself on lips and in my mouth.
"Okay," you whisper hoarsely, "your turn." I gaze at your face, delirious with pleasure and deliciously flushed. I smile as I nuzzle into your neck and place my lips softly on your skin.
"I just took my turn." I murmur before intertwining myself with you. And we sleep like an Escher drawing of legs, arms, and breasts.


posted  @ 10:50 AM


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