Your Shadow

You left

your shadow.

Here

with me.

A dark impression of you remains,

blackly radiant with your kisses,

your resinous scents

of oudwood and amber.

Haunting enchantment;

fading golden glow;

whiff of fragrant sweet tobacco smoke;

nighttime sadness.

Midnight salt and sweat

of your skin

lingers on my tongue,

tasting of redolent spice.

You are inside me still.

I can feel you,

writhing

in and out,

our souls touching

at the hinges.

Memories of ecstasy, of betrayal;

these rich, royal colors,

all this pleasure and pain,

dark amethyst hues,

held within my glassy heart

like a powder keg.

In the same

dangerous, enticing,

volatile manner

that an enigmatic old bottle

contains a djinn.

The Temple of Dark Eros ~ New Erotica Story

Hello loves, my latest erotica story just dropped on Medium’s My Erotica, The Temple of Dark Eros, An Erotic Tale of Forbidden Love.   The longest story I have written to date, this sexy and captivating tale explores dark themes of love, romance, sex, power and betrayal.

Here is an excerpt:

Zein lured me into The Temple of Dark Eros. The pleasure he gave me came with deep pain. I should have walked away once I realized that. There was no possible way to win.

Yet somehow I couldn’t.

My appetites are not always controllable. I’m not one of these perfect little women who drinks kale smoothies all the time and posts about it on Instagram. I eat whatever I want. I follow my cravings. I longed to taste Forbidden Love. Now I still craved something more from Zein…

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When I Was A Flower

 

I was exquisite petals.

Pink, dewy, delicate.

Your fingers opened me,

coaxed me into full bloom,

until I reddened with color,

dripped with honeyed nectar,

decorous with feminine plushness;

a gleaming pistil,

a pulsing filament.

 

I was this radiant bouquet,

rosy blossoms

in your artful hands.

 

I was a pretty ache,

geranium-scented,

my breasts budding,

legs spread,

hips splayed,

wet and open,

resplendent.

I was garlanded

with your kisses.

Adorned, adored;

I flowered.

 

 

New Erotic Story: “A Hot Date” 

Check out my new erotica story on Medium “A Hot Date.”

https://myerotica.com/a-hot-date-262910e49afa?source=linkShare-56f44365d0a5-1506875033

Hailed as “an erotic fairytale — with a happy ending!” by erotica writer Vienna de Vega.

A satisfying tale of love, sex and romance.

I’d like to dedicate this story to my blogging friend from WordPress, the gorgeous Sahar of http://www.exoticescortdiary.com, who knows well the allure of a Sheik.

 

Eclipse Me

eclipses-434338_1920Lay your celestial body

over mine, lover.

I succumb

to darkness.

I surrender

my daylight

to your moonlit ardor.

You obliterate me

with your heavenly touch;

I become void.

You envelop me

in your cool skin;

you eclipse me.

And in the penumbral shadows

of our meeting,

I glow

in the golden light

of a thousand eyes —

magical, renewed,

a sight of rare beauty,

shining too bright

to even see.

 

Treasure

pexels-photo-487723You are a jewel

within the treasure chest

of my heart.

You are my topaz,

set in crushed red velvet.

You are my secret

that I have locked away.

A forbidden love,

too decadent

to reveal.

 

You charmed me

like a snake

in the dark ethereal woods

of Vrindavan.

 

I was a curvy goddess

of ruby lips,

creamy moonstone breasts,

liquid gold

between my thighs,

who got fucked

by a god

in a dream

and awoke

to an empty bed.

 

Yet my tears

become stones.

Wondrous precious stones.

 

They shine within me,

opalescent with hope.

A whisper, kyanite flecked,

a rose quartz-hued ache,

obsidian longing,

black and deep.

 

Hidden beneath my clothes,

I wear

an alabaster cameo

carved in your image.

The memory of you

pressed against my warm skin.

I can still feel

your mouth on mine,

can still hear

the faraway sound

of your approach,

your amorous

flutesong.

 

 

 

 

 

Hibiscus Dreams

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It was

a fever state,

hot and delirious;

being in love.

 

Love was a febrile hallucination, a trick of the mind.

Lurid colors, vivid imagery, rich emotion,

desperate beauty;

a haunting vision

that can’t be unseen.

 

Our bodies were tumid fruit

that ripened

in the sultriness

of love’s summer.

We gorged ourselves on textures and tastes;

the enchanting sweetness of lust,

the decorous tartness

of impatient longing.

The sumptuous spice

of passionate encounters.

The bitter sourness of ugly hurts,

dark moments that crystallized

into insidious weeds

and took root in the space between us;

that gave the kiss of death

to our hibiscus dreams.

 

In the cool blue light

of nighttime,

I feel inside myself

for you,

caressing the empty spaces

where your memory lies;

teasing at the edges of loss,

touching the pleasure that remains.

 

I blossom endlessly with wanting,

love’s eternal flower,

red petaled,

bright and pretty,

subtly fragrant.

I am one

who dreams of you:

the bee

that stung me.