"Stirrups"
Cold, sterile
Feeling like a caged animal
Poking me, taking notes
I'm alive, can feel the pain
Water droplets escape from the creases of my eyes
Tightly closed, trying not to feel
Then napkin paper cover my body
Itching, baring me to the cold of the room
Hips moving in fashion to escape
Pressed against the cold vinyl of the table
"it's over"
Scrambling for cover
Putting clothes on as if an armor

Tears swarm my eyes
Churning in the abyss of my stomach
Pain
Rememberence, trying to forget
Under the blankets, hiding like a child
Image still burning in my eyes
Shaking

Soft whispers on my nape
Shivers spiral down my back
Meeting your longing hands at its base
Hands playing across your broad chest
A smile touches the corner of your swollen lips
Pulses cascade through out
Forcing my body to do my minds bidding
Hip to hip, playing a delicate rhythem
Side to side, its own primal dance
Stretching to meet your tentative lips
Laying upon my pulse
Feeling my inner desire playing drums through my veins

Could I ever find happiness in my grasp?
An arms length away, seeming as a if a bit more
Never stretching to meet your body, which always sways back
An illusion you are

Finding contentment on my own
Seeing your reflection on my straining eyes
Years never sway my wonderous mind

Erotic
Pent up energy raging thorugh these sober veins
Mouth openned slightly
A deep gutterel moan escaping from with-in
Struggling to escape the confines of my clothes
Wrapped up in the feelings
Your fingers tugging at my swollen breasts
Hands playing so lightly down your back
And to your arms, pulling you closer
Stubling in a whirlwind of sensations
Your lips trail down my body:
Grazing ever so tentively over my nipples
Making way to my stomach and lower
Arching to meet you, seeing your coy eyes
Tilting, falling off the edge of reason
Watching in a haze as you generously give
Seeing my own pleasure reflected in your face
Hitting the breaking point, no screams escape
Silence befalls over us, except for deep breathing
Chests raising up and down to accomadate the rush of
adreniline racing out of our veins