“So sweet and delicious do I become,
when I am in bed with a man
who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
so the knot of love, however tight
it seemed before, is tied tighter still.” – Veronica Franco
Eyes in such a haze
a burning heat is crawling
tongues suddenly flicked
as she grabbed his damp hair
her back arching
moans submissive and aching
her body is screaming
as he taste such sweetness
crazed in a pot of honey
addicted and hungry
they fortuitously danced and melt
in that humid summer air.
Mga ngiting mapanlinlang
mga matang kay rikit
bewang na umiindayog
sa bawat hakbang at paglapit
sa yong mga mata
boses na nangaanyaya
sa isang tunay na pagsinta
Lahat ito’y pagmamay ari
ng isang dalaga
na tuwirang naglalakbay
na may lihim na paanyaya
sa mga naka krus ang landas
at nagsambit ng pangakong kay tamis
sa mga ginoong nagbitaw na tingin
na tila may tinutunaw at ninanais
Halika na nga’t subukan
kung magagawang tibagin
ang tila naka rehas
na pagirog at damdamin
inaasam na makalaya
sa tila bulag na pagibig
magagamot nga ba ang sugat
o maiiwan lang ang pasa ng pait.
Sige nga magagawa nga bang
mailipat sayo ang pagsinta?
My skin is like a map of where my heart has been
And I cant hide the marks
Its not a negative thing.
I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me
Theres a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
– Natasha Bedingfield, I Bruise Easily.
Shadows engulfs him as he open the door to his room. most of the lamps is turned off and the only thing that gives light to the area was the lava lamp that gave a red glow.
Where is she? it’s already 3 am why isn’t she in bed?, he walked towards the bathroom hoping to see her, he saw the black dress on the floor as well as her intimates. What has gotten into her? he asked himself, then he felt a cold finger touching his nape, then towards his neck, working on his shirt undoing each and every button.
” Hon what are you doing?” he asked as he stood tall feeling her body closed in on his back. He saw her image in the mirror, eyes black and deep, lips in a half a smile, body naked with her nipples perked as if ripe for the picking; her lithe body slowly coming in closer as it touches his back, her boldness surprised him.
” Wanting you” she answered in a slow whisper. He stiffened as his shirt was taken off and as she slid her hands inside his pants and everything seemed to head south in his head.
She was dancing on top of him in the sheer red glow of the night, the sound they made echoed in the room and through the hall of his apartment. His moans and her cries mingle, as sweat combined to show his rough motion as he staggered towards their peak and heavenly bliss.
“Your perfect” was all he could say to her as his vision suddenly turning to haze. he tried to grab her hand, the naked woman who was slowly going away.
“Hon come back to bed” he begged her one more time. She only smiled and puckered her lips for a kiss, and gently whispered.
“Wake up now baby, it’s already 6:30”
She lit her fourth stick and puffed it with utter disdain, sitting in bed and looking at the guy whom she slept with. Another puff came out of her mouth, this time slowly blowing it off, playing with the smoke as her mind tried to focus on what occurred last night.
He has always been the guy that she dreamt of, the perfect guy, the Mr. Right if I may so. He danced with her and proudly showed her off to his friends, his girl who has always been sweet and smart. His perfect girl. She grinned at the thought of the word that he used to describe her. Perfection, a cruel perfection from a girl that lusts for someone else, that reeks of sex and bathes with another man in the morning and slept with him at night.
His perfect girl that makes hearty dinner that welcomed him once he got home, who sew his torn clothes and massages his tired muscles as he slowly drifts to sleep; is the same perfect girl that excites another man’s needs and slowly caresses his ego and drives him crazy as she allows him to ravish her in his car. Oh she is too perfect, really a description of a woman’s perfection, her loving demeanor, her femininity, her charm, her whiles and even her wanton body.
She grinned as she touches her left temple as her mind runs back to the way he kissed her, from her temples to her jaw down to her clavicle, snipping, tasting every bit of her flesh. She closed her eyes to make her come back to reality. “Geesh! I reek of sex”, was all she could say to herself, yet this is not caused by the guy she is thinking of, but of the man who is sleeping in bed next to her, the one who thought of her as the perfect girl, the world’s Mr. Right.