Anything Goes

Anything Goes

Enticing and perfect words spilled from her lips like whispered honey as she stood before me bathed in the soft yellow lamp light. She spoke my name with just enough want and heat when I introduced myself. I was spellbound by her natural beauty and raven hair. Yes, she was topless before me now, but I was drawn to her the moment I saw her, fully clothed, as she crossed a crowded room earlier. I remember looking toward my husband and seeing his smile. He simply mouthed “Go get her”, winked, and turned back to the conversation he was having.

Tabitha's Tales 002

Sonreir

Sonreir

If I were Van Gogh

I would not have enough talent

To paint your smile

The way it lights your eyes

Feeds my hunger for you

When we part

My mind clings to it

As it slowly fades

Until I am once again

Within a fingertips length

Of touching you

Your smile soothes

The raging storm within me

It is my sunshine

Energizing my soul

Bringing to life my bones

And making my days a bit more worth

Their struggles

RL
16 October 2017

Man Hungry

Man Hungry

“I’m happy to give you anything you want, just not here.” He said, standing before her. She smiled, slowly kneeling before him. “There’s only one thing of yours I want and I want it right now.” She said while working his zipper. He stumbled backwards searching for escape. “There’s people here at the party, someone can walk in at any moment.” He murmured. She laughed, crawling toward him, her white dress falling at the shoulders. “Let them watch” she whispered. With his back against the wall, he submitted. She finally found what she wanted, swallowing him into her hungry mouth.

Tabitha's Tales 001

The Chair (Intro)

The Chair

Tabitha had only been gone for maybe less than three minutes but when she walked back in the room she knew instantly everTabitha had only been gone for maybe less than three minutes but when she walked back in the room she knew instantly everything had changed.  The lights were dim and he was nowhere to be seen.  Portisehead’s Numb was droning away softly in the air and as she surveyed the room she noticed something out of place.  There was single chair in the middle of the walkway that led to her studio.  She cocked her head to one side and looked at it curiously with a smile.  I wonder what he has in mind now, she thought to herself.  One amazing thing about her relationship with him was there was never a dull moment.  He always kept he on her toes and a bit turned on.  She walked over to the chair.  She was so lost in the possibilities of what was going to happen next she never even heard him come up behind her.

Patiently (Intro)

Tabitha waited patiently with her knees pressed against the cold tile.  She had only been there for maybe ten minutes or less but she could feel that annoying soreness that creeps into your legs like if you were at a catholic church on Sunday.  The it really doesn’t hurt but yet it weighs on your mind pain that you get when the priest rambles on and on about the same thing you heard a thousand times before. The one where your mind begins to wander and you begin to do silly things like count the tiles on the ceiling moments. 

This what Tabitha was experiencing now.  Well almost like church, because as she knelt by her front door in just a purple nightgown and nothing else waiting for him, she knew she knew would never find herself in church that way, with what was about to happen.  Or would she?  Her mind began to wander yet again filled with devious thoughts about church and not so heavenly things.  She smiled to herself a bit distracted but everything became clear when she heard a familiar car honk out front.  In an instant, she moistened a bit knowing he was here.  She knew that sound and when he pulled up to her house all too well from the many times he arrived with flowers for her.  But today was different.  Today she was his kitten and she had one purpose.

Tabitha (How?)

Tabitha How?

A few hours later I lay in my bed watching her putting her clothes back on. I was lost in her curves. Then suddenly a thought creeped back into my head. How the hell had she got inside my apartment? I stared at her wondering to myself. I must have an inquisitive look on my face because as she slipped into her bra she looked back at me and smiled. For good measure, almost as if she knew the question that had crossed my mind when I first saw her on my bed earlier, she told me as she was leaving, walking down the hall. “The front desk guy is new I guess, because he thought I was your soon to be official ex-wife. He willingly gave me a copy of the key I was supposedly entitled to. I mean she is still on the lease and all that. It’s amazing what guys will do for a girl who smiles at them and pretends to care. I hope you don’t change your locks because now that I have a key the fun has just begun.” When I heard the front door close a huge breath escaped me. It was as if I had been holding it in the entire time she was there. Once again, I was so fucking hard and slightly confused. This woman who had come into my life like a banshee riding a tornado was definitely making things interesting.

RL
11 October 2017

Painting Memories

Painting Memories

It was if the brilliant blue sky

Was painted across the world

Just for us today

Her smile lit her eyes

Just as bright as the sun in the sky

And I swallowed every moment greedily

Knowing I would look back on it

With my pen and paper

And spill her beauty upon the page

You now read

The insects thrummed irregular symphony beats

While we lay content

Allowing our troubles to fade

As the wind shifted the branches

Above our heads

Kaleidoscoping our lay down view

Between golden yellow beams of light

And a green confetti of pecan tree leaves

We wished the moment

Was ours to have forever

Maybe Time is fleeting

And can never be saved

But my best chance at giving her

The forever she craves

Is now complete

With this last word.

RL

9 October 2017