La Dépendance Secrète Que Je-

It’s in the words.

This dream confused me.

For the life of me, I can’t let it be.

Our stomachs pressed together.

Dur et doux.

Why would that stick out to me?

Why should I be turned on by your stomach against my own?

My heart was racing, thighs and panties wet,

Ready to be your pet.

It was then I paid attention.

You whispered words in my ear.

Non-stop words.

Nonsensical, fast, slow, words.

With every word you spoke,

My mouth watered.

My skin pulsed.

My eyes dilated.

I wish I could remember the words you said to me.

I wish I could hold them close for the lonely nights.

I wish I could carry them with me like I do my sight.

It was the words.

The words.

Words.

-NR

 

 

 

 

Night Screens….Une pensée explicite pour vous…

I shouldn’t click but I do.

It’s late,

I can’t keep my thoughts straight.

A song comes on the radio.

I feel that I should go.

Mon esprit me dit toujours non.

You are a drug.

I swear I’ll never go back.

Just one more time.

But then I see your name,

and it’s like a sign.

Times, minds, drawn.

Fate sealed.

I can barely get my thoughts out tonight.

Because what’s promised is more delight.

Is it selfish?

To want to feel this for only me?

To not care about you,

To not care about what anyone else feels.

I want to take,

I never got to before.

I’ve always given,

Put myself on the back burner.

No more.

Not I.

Not again.

I tell you the rules.

Instead of being bothered,

You only smirk.

Glance my way,

And take off your pants.

Draped across the bed,

You tell me to take what’s mine.

We’ve got nothing but time, is what you said.

I have your pleasure,

But only if you take mine.

This has never happened to me before…

-NR