Iām never
only
ever
Just one thing
I sway my hips
like a sexy tornado
when I dance and sing
I want it
and
I resist it
I want you
& it frightens you
It frightens me too
All this sensation
over just the idea of you
Staggered Desires
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
That is one hell of a tornado š
A feminine force šŖļø
There ain’t no force like it šš„
“Just the idea” of someone is often the most intoxicating part!
Dangerously intoxicating š«
Those hips must be forceful!
“And I bruise when you leave the room/I never liked the way it felt/keepin’ my/hands to myself/Like some magic moment of/ which I’m not quite sure/I wonder if you’ve ever been in love like this before/You’ll be scared when I possess you/But you’ll want me all the more” – From “Buzz” by Maddie Medley
First time I heard these lyrics, I kept the song on repeat all day; the idea that proximity could be a mix of temptation, resistance, fear and yielding. To be so enticed that it becomes a wave, a vacuum, a magnet, drawing you towards the one thing that in that moment can eradicate the thin veil of restraint, the bare minimum of resistance–like the fabric drawn across your skin. Like Superman in handcuffs–the restraint to not break the frail defense is all in the pleasure gained from resistance. decorum. being the good boy, the good girl. but once that first tear comes, once the fabric wears and wanes–so does the inhibition, so do the walls.
i can almost feel the netting between my teeth.
ps; don’t get me started on wonder woman and the rope; Superman save me x.x