Sadie’s swollen lips

*Inspired by Gustav Klimt’s  ‘ The kiss’*

Be the prick

 Be the swollen lips

Be the trickle of blood sauntering down her pale leg.

Treat her fragility -with vagile virility – trust in her own common sense.

Let her open up to you

Let her tease you into bed, out layered by peels of laughter.

Perhaps you find yourself lying up looking at her naked body, legs astride your torso in your bed head.

Don’t try to stop her from controlling the ride.

Sadie’s on top

you best stay on her appealing side.

Reason shuts down – arousal highjacks all senses.

an Amygdala orgasm- hands reveal the disguise no pretences.

Light strokes vary speed and pace.

Exposed to surrender at near glimpses of skin covered in see-through lace.

Playful

Cleansed and tainted from the dance of sentients

Sweaty, ruddy bare cheeks,   clothes abandoned, sheets ruffled into a dazzling fusion.

Eye to eye contact  threatening on impact

Discard pained thoughts numbed by this oxytocin released from incarceration.

Sadie’s initial taunts inspired events such as this audacious body gratification.

Whiskers of petit amours raise to embrace all sensation.

Blood whips around a  framework

 Frenetic climax into a bewildered orgimi of elation.

Beating hearts enthral Sadie to linger.

All mighty mother nature – gave us each blessed finger.

Sadie gives what she feels can un-ribbon her mask of distrust.

Less than few broke her hymen soul – merging adoration and lust.

Needs fulfilled. Fuck pillow talk.

don’t ask her how it was.

See her eyes, see her smile, see?

Her face won’t betray her mind.

indifferent to praises of technique.

 Trust that Sadie’s tasted delicacies never  to discover again

Tongue provokes once soft nipples – get it right.

 you will know by instinct if this entices her.

Spontaneous love.

All-time suspended from her world,

You may lose yourself too

 entangled in limbs.

Sadie need not hear your confession – though she smiles at the gesture.

She knows your lip service is filled with the original grace of binding hymns.

Comely are those creatures features when treated with respect.

Learn to appreciate a woman.

Learn to appreciate art.

Learn what is and isn’t a subject.

Study her until she catches you out

Especially when you least expect it.

A conjurer of a finely dressed tables

in a laboratory with you as her primary objective.

 Endowed with abundant pleasure

A pinch of naive seduction

That look, you wonder –what could she be thinking?

Maybe you’re to busy having a good time to think.

Maybe she stops mid-thrust  curiosity aroused

Out loud you hear  -What are thinking about? 

Maybe you fill  her with expectations

A moment of  temporary heady delight

A moments reprieve from her  slumber

 Facedown  femme fatale floats

Parted lips

Over Imbibed in the river of Styx.

About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2019-12-15, in POETRY-FREESTYLE/IN YER FACE/EXPERIMENTAL and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.

  1. Oh…my…a side of your writing I’ve never read before. I sense you we’re really inspired by this friend of yours.

    Our imagination can tease the reader into something beautiful and heart. 🙂 I love this prose. 🙂

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  2. Well done, Daisy.

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  3. Another week past by, beautiful messages you posted again.
    Wishing you a wonderful weekend, big hug, XxX

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  4. Really good Daisy 🙂

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  5. It’s so simple when you explain
    It’s so complex when internalized
    Great post
    Excellent work
    As Sheldon Always

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  6. yw but it is not satistying at all lol

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  7. Excellent Daisy….. Hugs! ❤

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  8. the jest was the very test
    of my young mind
    and in being blue balled
    american style
    the penis
    did not help
    me tell
    they just laughin
    at your lust
    so soon to dust

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