A-Z Challenge: Extra E

Since I kind of cheated you guys yesterday and might not have met expectations, I thought I would share the real poem I was trying to write for E.

Initially I was trying to be clever and combine A-Z Challenge with the NaPoWriMo prompt but I couldn’t quite word this the way I wanted to, however now I am happy with this poem, I thought I would share and hope you enjoy a little extra one.


Building Excitement

It begins a delicate kiss
Smirking lips pressed against smooth skin
Curved apprehension – just the tip
held against anticipation
Glistening membrane
paused before my mouth

At your insistence
I release my jaw: form an O
Slide my lips slowly around
bloated circumference
and suck

Holding still
mouth filled with pleasure
Until you let out a gasp
And I can no longer hold back
My body shaking

The egg emerges as I giggle
See I told you, I could fit it whole!





A-Z Challenge: Breathless B


Blood: or the lack of

It surges
into all the wrong places
You say

I beg to differ
From this angle
It seems so right

Lips curling over teeth
Eyes which roll back
Breath that shortens
With each nod
That clench of fingertips
Until you buckle

Scooping up my face
in shaking hands
Imploring me to stop

Breathlessly kissing
Whilst contemplating
Blood in extremities



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Regrets of a Saviour

Today reminded me that some of these earlier poems never really had a great chance to be seen so I thought I might slip in the odd reblog now and again on days that I need to keep what I’m writing on a secret..for now 😀

P.s It was George’s inspiration so please check out his lovely blog too, it’s full of hidden gems 🙂

Ginni bites!

The collar holds tight around my neck,

You buckled me up yet look nervous

When I snap my teeth and snarl.

You put this in me,

Gave me my fight back.

Poured a fire into my belly

Too ferocious to stamp out

You awakened in me a lust that had died,

Fanned a flame of existence

Reignited something in the darkness

That which slumbered peacefully


Until you rattled that rusty gate

Yet now, here you stand


As I strain against my leash

And all the while you think

How to subdue me once more.

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Salmon pink sunrise

‘Hush now’

He reached over and gently pressed his forefinger to her lips, his other hand curling softly around the back of her neck. Taken aback with the gesture she playfully bit his fingertip and watched as his mouth broke into a grin.

This was the moment…

The sound of the waves crashing against the pebbles, the salty taste in the moonlit air, the cool breeze whipping at their clothes. This was the moment she had chosen to change the conversation, to try and cover over that awkward moment. Yet with one gesture he had changed all of that and now they stood, just two people, locked in the moment before downfall or rapture.

Looking up at him she decided he was worth the gamble and she took that moment to lightly kiss his finger still held close to her lips. He pulled back slightly yet she took his fingertip into her mouth all the same. Licking the tip and circling it with her tongue tasting the sea air as she did so. He stood unsure and hesitant but let his other hand move softly into her hair, allowing her to suck his fingertips one by one. Her mouth was warm and moist, a contrast for his skin against the cool air. Her tongue traced the outline of his hand and made him tingle as she pressed her lips against his palm. Then taking his thumb into her mouth, her teeth softly grazing him, he felt himself respond.
His thumb and forefinger lightly clasped her bottom jaw and tilted her head up to look at him. Then leaning towards her, he moved his hand to her cheek and planted a firm dry kiss on her lips. Smiling she kissed him back, a gentle peck and then ran the tip of her tongue over his chapped lips.
He tasted of salt and sweetness, the sea air had seen to that. Yet his kiss was the perfect blend of hesitation and desire, that mix of chemistry usually reserved for teenage trysts. She pulled him closer and kissed him again, both trying to pin point a rhythm to relax into.
She loved the fact that he used his hands to smooth her unruly hair away from her face. He held her face tilted between his hands and kissed her, allowing himself to press tightly against her body. Wrapping her arms around his torso she was glad of the warmth. The chill air had started to get through and she could feel her nipples shifting against her underwear, although she wasn’t sure how much the weather was really to blame. He felt her shiver against him.

“would you like to turn back”

He gestured to the building with its warm glowing lights and creature comforts calling but she shook her head.

‘I’m happy here if you are’

He didn’t reply yet slid his arms around her and pulled her tight into him. His body was warm to the touch and she smiled and let out a contented murmur. They stood locked for a short while, until her body responded to his heat, then she snaked her hands over him. Tracing the curve of his back and then smoothing over his chest and stomach. His breathing changed in its pace, his heart quickened as her hands brushed over his hardened nipples and he felt himself grow under her touch.
Pressing against him she could feel the outline of his erection and brushed her hand against him. He flinched back surprised at first, then regained confidence and allowed her to stroke him lightly. Her touch followed the grain of his jeans which were proving to be a snug fit with his thickening cock. She looked up to see if he would stop her, as she slipped her hand down into the top of his jeans. His eyes were narrowed and his body proved accepting as she did so. His growing erection lurched forward under her touch and her fingertips brushed the tip of his head. Her cold hands might have been a shock to him, yet he didn’t pull away. Allowing himself to be unzipped and letting her slip a hand inside his jeans. Stroking the thin material, she moved the flat palm of her hand over him. His hard cock straining against his shorts, as she opened the buttons and placed her hand inside. He was warm to the touch and shrank back slightly against the intrusion of her cold fingers.
He kissed her again, his mouth hard on hers, her nipples now visible through the outline of her clothes. Using the back of his hand he glided over her skin, from face to neck, over her exposed cleavage and landing firm upon her breast. A gentle squeeze caused her to let out a low murmur and she responded by curling tighter around his erection.
He allowed her to caress him, trying to negate the worry of being in public against the enjoyment of her touch. She was trouble yet he was having a hard time resisting. He felt her hips press against him, her breast pushing against his palm and he gave way.
The two of them crumpled to a heap on the damp pebbles, he held her tight as they kissed. She savoured the taste of his tongue, darting passionately between her dry lips, inviting her own tongue to tango. And for a time they were lost in each other’s embrace, clawing at each other’s clothes, licking salt tinged skin, kissing until their lips were raw in the cool air. All the while neither of them noticing the soft trickle of sea water creeping through the stones, the slow fading away of the stars. Their blanket of night sky finally uncovering the cold facts of day.

“we should go back”

He could see she was shivering in her damped clothes.

“But sunrise is the best time of the day”

She nuzzled close into his chest waiting for the rebuttal, yet instead he placed his arms around her.
They watched in contented silence as the salmon pink sky devoured the morning.

Is it really any surprise

What is it I want?

I want to feel

Fingertips runnning through my hair
Knuckles brushing my cheek
Hot breath on my collarbone
As your stubble grazes my neck
To have the palm of your hand
Curled around my exposed breast
The material of your cotton shirt
Tickling my stiffening nipple
Have you trace the outline
Of a spirograph,
upon my back
Smother my skin with scented oil
And glide against me
Making our skin slick with sweat
Until we need that shower
Until skin bubbles and froths
Like lava from passionate fissures
And cleans away all doubts
I want the angle of your body
To press against mine
Your lips to hush my words
As I submit
To the force of you
Feel you fully
Inside entwinned limbs
Under furrowed brow
Interspersed with bites
And involuntary sounds
Delights of emotion
Skin slapping skin
Thrashing in frustration
Against the tide of desire
To have you thrust
where I want you most
The shudder, the squeal,
squirming denial
To smile
And see yours
Soften and melt
Purring into my ear

To feel you

This is what I want

Yet instead, I shrug
And ask you to surprise me

Sweet consummation

You melt, on my tongue
The slight murmur as you curl
into my moistness
You sizzle and sigh as I taste you
Closing my mouth tight
around your form

You pop

Against the back of my throat
An eruption of energy
that softens to a low hum

Sweet… intoxicating
Your juice sliding over my taste buds
As I lap up the remnants from my palm
The gentle trace of you
Clinging to my lips
Swept up by a quick lick
All trace of you

Leaving just the tell tale packet of foil

There is an art to enjoying popping candy…