I Wish

I wish that when I touch myself, it would feel as good as when you touch me...
but it doesn't.

November 21st, 2009
M. Lukofsky

The Cloud

When I touch your ever so soft areola, it's like my fingers are moving through a cloud.

marla lukofsky November, 2009

Surrendering

You grab me in your arms,

Taking the breath out of me.

Clutching my hair and

Tossing me to and fro.

I follow your lead,

As I am too weak with passion

To resist any attempt to guide me

Wherever you want.

My fluids arise to the surface,

Making everything easy and smooth.

Your lips make everything change.

So full, all knowing of what my mouth wants.

I’m swollen, I’m open.

You are too.

You let your needs be known.

I gladly give at will.

With my mouth, my tongue, my fingers.

Your sounds let me know it's

Pleasure you feel.

I too allow the same in return.

The walls come down.

You fill up my cavern.

I thrust my desires into you.

An even temper, ever so deep.

We are one at times.

I breathe, I can’t breathe.

My heart stops for a moment.

I’m Yours.

Marla Lukofsky July 28/09

Your Landscape

Your neck, the skin that lies upon your bone structure

is like a beautiful landscape.

It curves, it swerves, it glides, it dips.

It’s soft, it smoothes into the crevices of your

warm body.

I love to gently ride my fingertips

along it all.

Oh... your landscape.

I love it so.

M. Lukofsky

May 26^th, 2009