Mind Caviar Poetry

Galen Skye  has published a few tame poems as well as several short stories. She's currently working with a fellow author on a fiction series, the first of which should be out Fall 2002. Her life is lived through her poetry.

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The Lights Grow Dim

Lights grow dim as I feel your palm caress my thigh. The touch of a roughened palm in contrast to the gentle breeze that walks across my skin as you slide the hem of my skirt up slowly, letting the soft fabric play against my thighs.

Your hand seeks me
Discovers me 
Waiting,
Wanting,
Wet.
I stifle a moan.

A late moviegoer enters the theatre just as you dip a finger into my pulsing core. Frozen, I wait, watching the fellow as he looks around for a seat in the darkness, finally settling on one just a few rows in front of us.

You slip in another finger.
Exploring me
Plunging,
Prodding,
Probing,
I arch against you.

You take my left hand and bring it over to rest on the bulging form beneath your jeans. I am compelled to caress you, measure you, with greedy fingers as I work them open to take you in my small hand.
 

Your eyes rest on me as I explore.
Watching me
Grasping
Gripping
Gasping.
A breath escapes you.
 

Spurned on by your trembling, I take the reins and glance around to see who is near. My gaze again falling on the latecomer, I cast a wicked smile at him. His curious gaze quickly turns embarrassed, yet his gaze remains rapt as he continues to watch. I shift over into your lap, my back to you.
 

I lift my skirt.
Feel me
Shifting
Sliding
Sheathing.
Your hands on my hips again.
 

Our bodies move to the rhythmic music pouring into the theatre. All but one patron blissfully unaware of our erotic dance as vibrant colours splash across the screen. He is now turned completely around, watching me.
 

My hair falls back.
Pierce me
Pushing
Panting 
Purring
Thrust against me again.
 

Your hands reach around to stroke me as your mouth finds my nape and nibbles. My eyes finally close. I feel you, moving within me, pressing deep and filling me. You erase all thoughts but those of you from my mind.
 

Complete me.
Fill me
Conquering
Claiming
Climaxing
Into ecstasy we fall

Copyright © 2002 Galen Skye. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.


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