Island Oasis

The Island Illusion...

Fooled by the stars in the sky,
Taken by the twinkle in his eye
I open up my mouth to take in his persuasion...
He softly places my lips in the crispness of his visions
While nibbling on my fluttery, area of sensitivity
I caramalize into his hardness...
~*~
He is here with me,
And I want his hands to rub into my secretions until I am no longer bitter and cold
Until the night turns into a crisp, autumn morning...
~Without notice, my reality turns into an island oasis and the sounds from the Sea of Me carry us into another world~
Surely... this is not reality?
But I need this warmth to caress my soul, so I let it be
The jittery feeling creeps through my nerve cells...
The after-shocks and tremors
The frequency of sensual words...
The earthshaking ink spills as I write what I think is real
Could this be an illusion, or just a dizzy spell?
~*~
His Carribean essence sucks bruises onto the area's that feed new life
Licks tranquility into the places that haven't been touched in a while...
He kisses my lips while grabbing on the thick meat that pillows his thrust
I want him to burst inside of me,
But he holds back until I feel like collapsing
Touching every single area that gives me true pleasure is a must
Hitting all the right spots, he goes deeper and deeper into the waters of illusion
He feeds my soul with his island sweets
And takes control as he fucks me so deep
~*~
If this is just a dream, don't wake me up
If he is simply a mirage in my desert,
Then, let the illusion swim around in my mouth
Allow the vibrations from the quill of my pen to create new moments we can both dive into
While his vibrations orchestrate orgasmic memories inside of me
As I touch the raw area's that I think... he has just massaged
I want to feel the sensation of him far into the next week
Feel the numbness as my character speaks
Feel my legs turn into butter... he makes them feel so weak...
Even though he may just be a dream,
Or maybe just another fictional interpretation of love's wants and desires
I need this island illusion to be real to me
I have no other choice but to let it be...
~*~
So, I carry this thought far into the night as I hold my pillow tight
I feel together, once again
Like the Sea of Me has been refilled with sweet delicacy's
I taste coconut and pineapple from his kisses
I hear the island lingo whisper seductive fortitude into my
wishes
I perspire, even though it is raining and cold outside
My cheeks are blush, and flush with pink and red tones
I can still feel the heat from the emotional, affectionate ride
Once again, I spill out with warm cream from inside
My Island Illusion...
Nothing short of a chocolate dream
But altogether a tropical reality...

Copyright 2012, Janna Lei