STRIPPED BARE

This is an oil painting I did that I titled "Meditation." I was looking at this photo of it (I sold the original) the other day, and I decided to pen some words to go with it. Oddly, what I wrote was quite different from what I felt while painting this. Guess that's just the way things go sometimes.

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THE FAMILIAR STRANGER

Ohhh yes, this IS what some of us women are thinking and feeling when...

THE FAMILIAR STRANGER

It is a bed of clouds
between sleep and awake
on which I recline
nestled into the softness
foggy thoughts blurring reality
silken touches traverse my flesh
lightly awakening my nipples
into tightened peaks of sensitivity
wisps of heated breath precede
the encircling of each tip
between moist, pursed lips
but you are unknown to me
the only clarity is my body's response
a damp mouth scatters kisses
peppering my torso with sparks
lower and lower until my legs yawn
masculine hands lift my spread thighs
gently raising me to your face
a serpentine tongue slithers forth
parting the quivering pink folds
wetly exploring my sex
before plunging deeply into me
my moans break the silence
in this trance-like place
holding you to me, urging you on
with twisting lunges of my hips
feeding your hunger and mine
closed eyes make you a stranger
one who delights in giving pleasure



*~Nikki~*

THIS FLOWER

NEED

Occasionally, I have collaborated with Samarel~his images with my words. This is one such example.

NEED