Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: lust

  • Whisper In My Ear [with audio]

    Your words whisper in my ear. Your voice does things to me that haven’t been felt in years. My heart races,My insides quicken—I want to hear more. I listen when I’m alone to be safe from disturbance.I listen while at work in hopes that no one notices the reaction your whisper creates. I listen before…

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  • Weekly Sessions [with audio]

    Slowly she enters the room and approaches the bed. She’s not feeling too keen on much else than having poetry read. She opens the book, scans the room, and gives you the look to proceed. Your breathless monologues are what she needs. She’s not looking for more, only for your words. Your voice begins to…

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  • you spoke to me

    Eyes down, eyes averted from the truth I took a chance A glance in your direction Then your eyes met mine Me in my red dress You in that captivating charm We couldn’t ignore the electricity that sparked As we longed to embark on a fiery journey It didn’t take much A sly grin as…

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  • A Dream Landscape

    Dream of love in lace covering favorite go-to places. Dreams far from anything you’ve ever recognized, all desires realized. Dreams that leave you transformed, molded, leaving you painted in bold colors. Dreams of the most flattering shapes forming a perfect match of colliding lovers in a dream landscape. A divine love operating with mouths agape.…

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  • Look Up…

    Above the streets, into the buildings & trees, do you see what only we see: a needed escape, an expression of pleasing— head back, eyes closed, legs parted, a kiss on the lips— it takes us to the moment where we rise into pure ecstasy; there’s no other place we’d rather be.

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  • Train Ride Home

    inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip on the train ride home your smile flashed between buildings, lights flickered and i couldn’t tell if it was the spark in your eye or the streetlights beaming onto the dark streets. i saw your smile and your handreaching for mine, those bedroom eyes that whispered “bring…

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  • The Parisian Cafe

    In the city of lights, the city of love, there I was without them both idly observing passersby outside a café one summer evening pacing back and forth, stealing covert glances, hoping for one to catch my eye. Was someone out there to hold onto or had each moment longed for escaped? Heartbroken and alone,…

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  • A Muse

    Another thing to adore another body to explore a muse to rouse you right on cue I’m more than you think a mind, a soul, a bad-ass beyond control Comfort needed for my pain loved longing for you again take this two steps back unsure how to react I’ve spilled my love for you Now…

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  • We Don’t Talk About That

    Drifting thoughts of us strike during the long hours of the dayIt’s that time once againBut we won’t talk about it now We’ll say so much to fit inThe space between the silenceBut those days where we lit up the sky,We won’t talk about that now Fantasies creep inSome days, or most days,What we’ve done…

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  • Caught In The Act

    Working long hours between covert exchanges aboundit becomes a late night at the office with no one else around, we absolve the need to be cautious Behind the locked door,you parade around the desk,perch yourself closer than ever beforeas your fingers reach the hem of my dress Fingers creeping higheras my eyes heighten with alert,tension…

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