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Reawakening the Temptress…It Must Be Spring
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I can feel Her again. (Finally.)
She must’ve been waiting. Right there. Under my skin. So patiently, so quietly I thought She was gone.
My only hope was Her infrequent Caresses. A tortured lick up my spine. A glimpse between dirty sheets. Cornered lovers curling their lusts around each other in unending flurries of tongues, teeth, and hands.
But just as suddenly as those moments would begin - they’d fade into emptiness, pure unadulterated nothingness.
Not the darkness that creates sensuality, nor the pungent silences between gasps - but Nothing.
Maybe it’s the lack of feeling that bothered me so much. The distinct absence of passion. It’s not like me to feel so…
- disconnected -
After all, I’ve gotten used to the torrents of need unexpectedly stabbing at my core, the effortless way my mind glides into the murky abyss of sexual imaginings…Amoral though they may be.
So to not feel that way - to lack the fire burning me from the inside out - was like not living at all.
But now, on my thankfully heated breaths, I think of You.
Well, Think is probably the wrong word. The truth is somewhere closer to Indulge.
I indulge in You.
Like the moment you let that last piece of rich silky chocolate melt against the roof of your mouth. You know you shouldn’t, but the pleasure of it is too much.
The enjoyment of temptation is the temptation itself.
That’s how I want to be with You. Lush, decadent, bold.
It’s the Seductress, the Feline, the Witchy Sorceress in me that wants to consume the very essence of who you are…And take selfish pleasure in your ultimate loss of control.
I want to bring you to the edge - kissing - worshiping - drowning.
Women have been killed for less, I know. I understand them - and the fear of those around. I’d happily sacrifice myself for that kind of life too.
Every woman inherently knows the power of her own sexuality, naked flesh bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight as her lover secretly watches…
Of course she knows he’s there, desiring her in the shadows that aren’t as concealing as he believes. She can feel the waves of his lust caressing her hips, breasts, lips.
Her skin crimsons with it.
In fact, it’s his energy that tells her how to move, how to use her fingers, what he wants to see - Perfectly she entices him to the depths of his own carnal madness (and eventually her own).
So it’s no coincidence women have a reputation for wielding the heavier kinds of sensual magic. It’s always there, hidden in us. We just have to let it out, be willing to accept the consequences - Because there are always consequences…
And getting hopelessly lost in Bliss is one of them.
But for those of us who are consumed, we know what it’s like to feel overtaken by a clawing, swelling that threatens to shred us internally if we don’t acquiesce to its sinister demands.
And although we can’t survive in the inferno for long, its brevity is poignant. Its memory dangerous.
Finally, I can feel Her again.
The Temptress has reawakened…It must be Spring.
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You go right to the core
of a woman’s feelings; desires,
and longings, transformed into fire
and heat.
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Gotta say, I love your writing.
It’s Spring!
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You are sexy & well-writ!
xo,will
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Will - Thank you so much! Judging from your comments I think this piece hit exactly the spot in you I was hoping it would.
I usually don’t write this particular genre of sex article, usually it’s more straight forward advice-type stuff, but this time it was one of those things bouncing around my head that needed to get out.
Who knows, maybe more sexual musings will pop up soon…
As always, it’s a pleasure to have you stop by!