You sighed, soft on my face as you passed me by. I took a step, then stopped and looked behind me. You had stopped too, to look.  My cheeks were pale, my nipples hard. My throat tightened.

tumblr_msf4cudhTm1sgtfoko1_500My desire was completely wrapped up in the scent of you, since it was all I had, all you could give me. So I sought it out, breathing deep, and dreamt.

For now, I read in your eyes.

Your arm muscles danced liquidly underneath your tattoos. Your knuckles whitened.

You pointed at me without fingers, almost accusatory. Right at the emptiness deep in my belly. You were perplexed, maybe even angry at yourself for aching so to fill it. It has grown from desire to impetus, no matter how much you’ve filled the belly that belongs to you.

I took a step forward, hips loose. You held your ground. I took another, gait opening.

A tremble in the lip, synchronized, and a flick of the tongue. Your mouth is dry, and I am liquid. Your experience whispered that to you.

“Tell me something.” My voice was soft, almost girlish.

“No need. You know it too well.” Your voice echoed my softness. “I’m sorry.”

I looked at the empty palms of my hands. They were dry, although I was not.

You took a step forward, quick, and I nearly butted my forehead on you chest. I buried my head there, clinging to your shirt. Your scent turned my whimper to a growl. I flashed a canine. You shivered.

Your leg muscled its way between mine. You kept your hips away so your heat wouldn’t madden me, but your hands, work-calloused and lovely, slid underneath the hem of my blouse and up my back. Your fingertips slid on sweat. I looked up and saw a thin beam shining out from underneath the unlocked door of paradise in your eyes.

Unlocked, and opening.

I exhaled forcefully as you dragged your fingers down the skin of my back. They pulled at my bra strap, made it snap painfully, then moved down. You lowered your head. Your lips were close, their warmth made mine tingle. Your fingers worked their way underneath my jeans. You wrapped your hands around my waist. Possessively. Painfully. The aqua flower of your eyes bloomed and I moaned, softly, just for you. You breathed it in and pressed your promise on my hip, even as your fingers dug in.

“You’ll leave marks,” I said.

“I will leave more, before these have faded,” you whispered in my ear. You squeezed again, and I gasped. Your lips grazed my neck, then moved to my own. You let me lick the salt from them before letting me go. Your limbs disentangled slowly from mine. Reluctantly.

“You promise.” My eyes drifted between your legs.

“Soon,” you said, and walked away, dazed at the unvarnished truth of it. “Soon.”

Categories: Cheat, Erotica, Foreplay, Photo Quickie, Pursuit, Romance, XimenaTags: , , , , , ,


I undulate in your vision
A strange beauty
in a world of plastic, collagen and steel
The endearing oddball
the living, breathing Picasso that you want to figure out
but too afraid to venture into my penumbra
you cower at the gate, fingering the knob on the door to my most secret place
wishing you could find the courage to walk with me
love me, just as I am


  1. paul1510

    isn’t it amazing how hot words can be, and when it’s from the female gaze, well that makes it hotter.
    Good to see you writing again, I’ve missed you.

  2. Wow, Ximena. Just. Poetry. Your writing is going into a whole other place. And I agree wholeheartedly with Paul. The female gaze really draws me in with an intense inquisitiveness. The way this piece begins — in snatches of almost broken sentences, images and ideas, falling together like a shattered kaleidoscope putting itself back together, really wow’d me.

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