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Flight 11:11

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We met on a Thursday

3:15

Flight 11:11

Destination, The Grand Cayman Island

Everything we needed was in one bag

It wouldn’t require much

As long as we had each other

Our case was full.

Upon take-off, stress descended in puffs

Taking flight on the exhaust of our minds

Safe, secure, secluded

Reality’s bondage packed and abandoned

When we reached the highest altitude

I felt your hand in mine

Closed my eyes

And erased time.

Hours of sealed breathing

Contained within the cabin in the sky

Began to stir new fantasies

You and I on sandy beaches

In hot sun and cool waves

Candlelit dinners in our cottage

Before melodic love-making

I smiled at the possibilities

Painted in oils on the canvas of my mind.

We arrived on warm, virgin land

Sensing the urgency of the crowd

But grasped the thrill of just us

Knowing it would be barely minutes

Until the hunger and thirst

Would be satiated, replenished, and birthed again.

Windows watched us

While we eagerly approached

the cabana nestled in the palms

What we brought inside

Had timeless life within.

Before you could close the door behind me

the intensity of our embrace

obscured the world around us.

The kitchen imbibed our hunger

We devoured each other’s passions

Absorbing and breathing internal heat

With each starved kiss.

You found the caramel for the coffee

But it became the topping

On my cocoa-tipped scoops

I discovered the honey for the tea

But it enveloped the strength

Of your pre-sweetened vessel.

We fell asleep on the floor

Meant only for standing

But to our burning flesh

The stones gave a welcomed chill.

Devoured Power on Franco’s Flokati Rug

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Eleven candles
Illuminate darkness
Fire crackling
Saxophone melodies seduce us.
Our bodies paint
Sexy silhouettes on the city view
Where reality and noise reign
Beyond Franco’s wall of windows.

Tension
Before initial contact
Slow intentional moves
Feeling the heat of each breath
Pulling me into his embrace.
The kiss, gentle touching
Nothing wreckless or sloppy
Unexpectedly, tongues meet
Savoring each other’s flavors.
Gentle lip biting
Our lovers’ faces
Merge like intricate fibers of silk
Beautiful, new, delicate.
Franco pulls my waist
I cup his face
in eager hands
Sucking his warm wanting tongue
A sexual preview
What I can’t wait to do.

Franco pushes me against the wall
Cold chill
Passionate thrill
He is taking it all
Ripping the buttons
from the front of my dress
“Yesss, yessss, yessssss,”
Franco grips my breasts
And pulls each lacy cup down
To allow their freedom
And his access
caressing
pinching
squeezing
sucking
left to right
simultaneous attention.

I can’t stand
Legs like candle wax
He feels me going down
Gripping my hips
Biting my lips
Snatching my wet panties
Drip, drip, drip.
He lays me on the warm Flokati rug
Morena, baby, I need your sweet, sweet nectar
He licks each drop
As my legs melt into the fabric
Rendering me powerless.

He kisses my inner thighs
To give me seconds to find my breath.
Inhale
His tongue tempts my clit
Exhale
Fingers exploring my heat
Emerging with sweet wetness
Inhale
Licking his fingers
Sliding up my stomach
Kissing my mouth
Exhale
He takes my breath
In sync with his own
And I feel his hardness
Tantalizing tango between my lips
Inhale
Feel that?
Exhale
“Franco, fill me up.  Don’t tease me any longer.”
He pushes slowly
I feel the head of his strength
Inhale
It slides in
I grip
Hands to the floor
My walls around him
Exhale
In farther
Deeper
“Mmmm, Franco.”
Morena, it’s so warm and so tight,
I could marinate in you all night.
Feel this? 
“I feel that, pulsating.
Fuck me.
Love me.
Take me.”
Franco lifts my hips
Throws my legs over his shoulders
And masterfully penetrates me
Captures my treasure
And devours
Any power
I thought I had.
Intercoursing
Intertwining
Colliding
Climaxing
And shattering
Love’s boundaries.


Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 13

Franco’s Submission, Part 2

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Franco stretches his arms up

To palm the slippery walls

Of the steamy shower

I squat and grab his calves

Looking up into the darkness

Where his jewels sparkle

And his hardness drips a mixture of water

And liquid pleasure

Slowly my hands slide up Franco’s thighs

Mmmmm, Morenaaaaa, don’t stop!

“I am just getting started.

Be still.”

I bury my face where his thighs meet

My destination

Lips and tongue welcoming all of him

As shower water tickles my back

and I swallow the goodness

of Franco’s vulnerabilities

Protected by invisible walls of passion

Blood pulsating behind thin skin

in a thick chamber

I grab it with one slick hand

“I need you to fill me up.

Take over every inch of my being.

Make each of my clenches be in vain.”

Franco glides down to the floor

Almost as if in a lover’s dance

In sync

I join him

And present my treasure

To his

With legs locked around his waist

Our heads collide

In a spiritually divine wave

To drown with the heat

Of the water

That sizzles

With flaming skin

“Let me take you all the way in,

Again and again.”


Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 11

Franco’s Submission, Part 1

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 Bubbles from the jacuzzi jets
tickle my skin
kneading tired muscles
like Franco’s firm touch.
I close my eyes
While the rolled towel cradles my neck.
You look so relaxed, Morena.
“I am replenishing my strength
For what I plan to do to you, Franco.
Get out of the jacuzzi,
Go into the third stall,
Leave the curtain halfway open.”

Not opening my eyes
But clearly seeing him step out,
steamy skin
puddles faithfully following him
the familiar sound of sliding curtain rings
from the shower room.
I wait just a few moments
giving Franco’s water time to heat
he likes his showers hot.

I abandon the warmth of my refuge
standing still
recollecting my focus
and wrapping my wetness
I gingerly walk,
almost cat-like
towards my anticipated conquest
Franco’s complete submission
without granting me permission
where he gives in, willingly.

The third stall
soapy feet 
and quiet aromas of musk
welcome me
beckon my presence.
Gazing into his fiery eyes
Wild eagerness unrestrained
and betrayed by his extended hardness.
My towel falls freeing my carnal intentions
stepping into his soapy sauna
I push him back,
“Don’t move, Franco.
Stand against the wall
Keep your hands up.
I will do all the touching
you will do all the feeling,
y acabaremos juntos,
and we will 
come together.”


Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 10

Mr. Sweet

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Mr. Sweet
invites me every Sunday morning
and I gladly walk
2 houses north
where the paint
is new
with palatial Picasso
landscaping.
Mr. Sweet’s
culinary sophistication
is beyond description
Tantalizing arrangements
drawing attention from neighbors
like droves of ants
invading picnic crumbs.
Mr. Sweet’s Sunday Breakfast
in November:
Cinnamon tainted pancakes
Drizzled in warm maple syrup
Eggs too fluffy for a fork
Spicy grilled sausage
Pineapples, blueberries and melons
color the kitchen
the way a fall rainbow
eases the gray from a cloudy day
Distant fireplace crackles,
Jazzy tones and aromas waft
through our sunlit corner
Sprinkles of laughter,
stories,
fiery glances,
 and tension
invade
our Sweet Sunday.Mr. Sweet likes to spoon
with me
after breakfast

on cozy, cottony sheets.
We slide into position
double dipping into the middle
his bed willingly embraces us
inviting a second meal
of soul-satisfying
sexual
pleasures
I love
me
some
Mr. Sweet.Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 9