Her eyes were the sea – you know, that variegated color between cerulean and aqua that changed and flowed and metamorphosed with the currents; sometimes turbulent and other times calm but with a flash of spirit, promising the abundance of her riches. Her ebony hair catapulted with the breezes, flashing touches of auburn and flecks of white. But ahhh – the skin – it was the silk of which dreams are born - tawny and rich, moist and golden. The lushness of her body lulled me into a false sense of security but when I plunged her depths, I encountered what true sensuality and eroticism could be. Long crimson nails drew blood in little trails down my back but left me begging for more. Her lush lips gathered me in fantasies and ecstasies that I never had encountered. Long tan legs went on forever until they reached her promised land, encompassing all that I ever was. My wild island woman lifted me to heights I never thought possible until she blew away, without a backward glance, caught in the tropical wind toward other islands in the sun, seeking the opulence of other treasures. But I knew that I would hear her siren call forever, way off in the distance, echoing in my mind, “Come to me, come to me!”
I smiled at you.
It’s always my first reaction.
In response, you rushed at me, pushing me back; clawing at my shirt; tearing it open; scratching.
Like the world does.
Your urgent kiss pushed me against the wall. Your tongue invaded my mouth.
Internally gasping, I responded; weak; powerless; shocked and excited.
Taken by surprise as usual.
Innocence overwhelmed by passion.
I kissed you back, pushing my excited body to yours. You felt my response and gasped at my desire.
I tore off your dress and threw you to the bed. My own clothes seemed to disappear in a whirl of motion and I was naked on you.
Biting my shoulder, neck, nipples, you pulled me down. Our eyes flashed as I entered you.
In minutes it was over.
You lay gasping and shocked; shocked at the intensity; shocked at the rapid response; shocked at what lies behind my smile.
Like the world is.
You should have just smiled back.
But the damage is done.
For I am Scorpio.
Fiery Passion from an Aries
Golden locks twirled around my fingers,
Before I pulled my lips from hers.
The separation nearly too much
For her body, as I stood tall in utter admiration,
Impatience quickly drove me back down.
My teeth molded to the soft skin of her neck,
I couldn't handle the break away from her any better.
Truthful bluntness brutal as a sword,
luckily my truth,
Energy soaring while the sweat drippings fall,
Hands gripping her soft waist as a leg wrapped around her
Every muscle aching for her, wishing to hold her form tighter
Confidence growing as she instantly gives in to every movement I allude.
Complete submission, the trust I own, so powerful.
As long as I may throw my self-control out the door,
I will invite inside, my whimsical spontaneity.
Bloated with passion, for just a singular touch,
Bravery fills my bones,