To Trace Your Shape

Oh how I long to trace your shape
With inquiring fingertips
From fragile nape to hollow back
I stroke and watch
You stretch and buck.

You come with sighs and tiny moans
Sweet sounds that pull straight through my core
Like keys with strings tuned sharp and loud.
You moan, you pluck,
I clutch your hand.

Your skin so warm, but marble pale
And salted, wet with beads of sweat
And overwhelmed, I drink you in.
Like honey wine,
You taste sublime.

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Black Ink

I paint my name in broad dark strokes
And sweep the brush across your thighs
A shadow of the moment past
I sign my work with tiny sighs.
The ink I’ve made is black and thin
It dribbles down between your cheeks
The contract quoted whole in sin
The clause you begged me not to seek.
I will not cede my soul to you,
My heart, my cunt, not any part,
But I will write my letters large
Upon the atlas of your heart.

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Lemon Honey

Your words pour out my mouth
And trickle down my chin
You taste of lemon honey
Silent on my skin,
Your air a heavy cloud
Of droplets wet like rain
You taste of mallow sweet and
Sour cherry pain.

You say you love me
You say you love me
You say you love me
But I can’t stay the same.

Your words pour out my mouth
And trickle down my chin
You taste of lemon honey
Warm and slick like sin.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018

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Rhythm and Motion

I stare
At the busy, boring pattern of the velour seat.
So many shades of brown
And not one of them a match
For the beauty of your skin.
I picture you beside me,
Long and lean
Smelling of spice and whiskey cream
I watch your nipple harden
And pucker the seam
Beneath your shirt.

I pause
And we drift into uncertain slumber.
You are no longer mine
Just another stranger.
A fingernail scratches
My upturned wrist
Clenching me tight
Your fingertips twitch,
And though you are distant
Absorbed in the window passing by
Your signal is clear.

Echo
Loudly breathless in an empty carriage.
Scared of their judgement
Their sideways glances.
Your hand caresses
Slipping down between
My knees, my thighs,
Outrageous, obscene
You throw your green
Coat over my caution
Always it seems
I come without trying.

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If you liked Rhythm and Motion, read The Calling…

Kiss Me

I see your grin
And I know what you’re thinking,
I feel a flutter,
my nipples grow hard.
You stand so close
You seem to surround me
My care and attention
Have all gone so wrong
The threat of a kiss
On the tip of your tongue

Full of your scent,
The rasp of your stubble
Against my cheek and
My breast and my thigh.
Glorious love,
I draw you in closer
I want you to fill me
Push logic aside
I beg for a kiss
But you just spread me wide.

So close to you
And  too close to coming
The tip of your cock
A pleasure too far
I press myself
Now forwards towards you
You thrust up inside me
The tussle is won.
You kiss me just once
And we both come undone

All Rights Reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

Goddess

In your eyes I am blue sea and broad sky
Goddess of love, of fun, sex and sweat.
In your eyes I’m glorious and powerful
Queen of your heart in a dark velvet dress

You play my games with one eye half open.
A tease, a turn on, a flicker of smut
You hand me the cards wrapped up in your daydream
Forgetting the last time, I shuffle the pack.

I wear my crown with glamour and sparkle
I rise to your needs and get carried away
My heart is not lost, but lies here forgotten
One day I’ll use it to balance the stack

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton, 2016

If you liked Goddess, read Losing it…