Tag Archives: Lust

035 – Ykubare Girl

Her brown hair
Rest in my hand
The perfect Bridle
For my control
Of the moment

Her doe eyes
Stunning
And chocolate
With gold flecks of lust
Stared back me
Daring me
To pull harder

And so I did
Not knowing how
Much I really loved
Her squeals of delight
Till just that very moment

Robert Lloyd
16 September 2017

033 – Read to Me

My eyes burn
From the hours we wasted together

My body aches
From your constant touch and press

My mind wonders
Because you make me lose focus on everything

My breath catches
Because I keep seeing you when I close my eyes

You are the sweet torture they write fairy tales about
The book I cannot put down
I hungrily reach for the next page
Dog earing the last one to visit later

Robert Lloyd
14 September 2017

031 – Electric

She left me breathless
Having ignited my skin
With her soft touch

It wasn’t intentional
But want like that
Never is

For a moment I was drowning
In her words
In her smile
In her eyes

I can see the addiction
And I have only had a small taste
I can see her power
And me eventually begging for more

I should turn and run now
I thought to myself
Before this beautiful creature
Ensnares my will

And then
Her hand was on my arm
once again
Electricity spun through my body
Like a sparkler at the toll of new years
And I was forever lost

Robert Lloyd
12 September 2017

023 – Elevator Eyes

She is like clockwork everyday
With those perfect baby blue elevator eyes
I guess that means
So am I

Her pencil skirts
Soft flowered perfume
And hello smiles
Are the only reason I even enjoy work

She exits on the sixth
Always staring back at me
I swear there is hunger behind that look

Then when the 7th dings me back to reality
I take the stairs back to where I belong

Four flights is not that bad of a downward climb
It’s good for my heart
And she is worth it

I don’t mind my guilty secret one bit
Until today
When I passed her in the stairwell
As she was walking up

Robert Lloyd
4 September 2017

018 – Up

Barefoot footsteps patter across the floor above me

I can smell her perfume in the air
Mixed with the candles she has lit
She has left a trail of cloth and taunt for me to follow
And I do so willingly

I have been here before
Climbing these stairs
Hungry for what comes next
I knew what lust would offer me
Yet my heart beat as if it were all undiscovered

I could hear her whispers
I want you
I could taste the sweat upon her nakedness
Salty and sweet upon my tongue

Her moans would echo across the room
Once more
As I press myself against her velvet touch

When she bites me
Giving in to her beast
I will smile
Trying not falter too soon
Allowing her to claim what she so badly wants

And finally, when I do stumble back down these steps
I will have her love letters
Written on my skin
In the form of bite marks
And lengthy scratches across my aching flesh

Robert Lloyd
30 August 2017

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015 – Pluck

I feel my lips pressed
Against the pink
And I smile

Soft and silk
With no words spoken
I was begged to touch
To inhale deeply
Such a sweet and taunting aroma
How could one resist

I have waited for this day
On constant watch for my moment
My words were just a part of the plan
I had already seen my fingers trailing a feathery touch
I had already heard the mutters of jealousy
And the coos of delight

This beauty was mine
I would take her when the time was ready
Patience has brought me to this moment
And now I dare

Robert Rivera
27 August 2017

008 – Blue

The world has gone quiet
And somehow
I can still hear the footfall of her heels
As she walked away
Leaving me hungry

I can taste her on my lips
Five minutes after she has said goodbye
With a light kiss
And taunting smile
She made sure to wear my favorite minted shade

Hours have bled into one another
And I still see her in that dress
Thin and blue
Clinging to her curves in just the right way

She is my day dream and reality
Tickling the back of mind
When she is not there
Stealing my breath away
When she is right in front of me

She is my sophisticated weakness
And I think she knows it
A throwback silver screen vixen
With the perfect come take me smile

They say blue is sad color
But whoever they are
They have never seen her
In that dress

Robert Lloyd
21 August 2017

007 – Burlesque

Sweet Lilac perfume peppered the air
And the smoke parted
Like a soft billowed curtain
As she swayed back and forth
Taunting our eyes

She bit her lip and laughed
Knowing she was seductive
Knowing we emptied our pockets
Just to see her in her barley there threads

She was a 1920’s mimic of flapper fantasies
With loose ideals
And unlike the ones who took it all off
Her desires were founded in class and art
Not the I need the money
To go to college sob stories

She loved what she did
And so did we
The whispers made her smile
The dark hungry I want you stares
Made her heart race
She was at her best
When she knew we all wanted her

Man or woman
She owned us all
Between sips of Malbec
Or more sugar than rye cocktails
It was her we came for
And it was her we would all dream about
Once the light dimmed and she was no longer there

Robert Lloyd
19 August 2017