Archives

Forbidden Fruit

He presses it to his lips,
Bares his teeth,
And nips at the flesh.
Sweet liquid escapes
And races with his tongue
From the corner
Of his mouth.
He catches the nectarous droplet
And draws it back inside.
Oh my!
How I long for a taste!
To touch his delicious lips with mine.
To fold my tongue through
The warm sweetness of him
Again…again and again.
Ohhhh to hear my name groaned
Through his baritone voice
As my body sings his song.

His eyes….his beautiful eyes are….

Uh oh! !

He sees me!

I feel crimson warmth spread
Across my face
And wonder..
How long have I been staring at him?

©

Ruby Honeytip

Unopened

If I could…

I would open my dress,
And let you have the woman of me.
I would open my chest,
And let you have the heart of me.
I would open my wounds,
And let you see the pain in me.
I would open my eyes,
And let you see the soul of me.
I would open my arms,
And let you have the warmth of me,
I would open my mind,
And let you have the knowing of me.
I would open my lips,
And kiss you all the joy in me.
I would.
I would.
I would….

And yet, I am still.

© 2013

Ruby Honeytip

Amazing Disgrace

You hurt me,
Scared me,
Bruised me,
Tried to extinguish me
And almost broke me.
Today, finally you are dead
And I feel that I have won
A brutal fight
Through natural order.
I refuse to be anything
Except free from you
And what you have done.
I will live my life
And breathe from this new dawn.

Ruby Honeytip

 

Adored in Somnolence

He curls up behind her
His every curve
Melting into her own.
The setting sun
Reflects from the pool
And dances across the ceiling
Like the aurora borealis
And they watch the display
In sleepy silence.
The temperature slowly drops.
He pulls the cover higher
On her.
For the first time in her life,
She feels safe.
His hand cups her breast,
As she drifts to dreaming,
With a tiny smile on her face.
He kisses her hair
And follows her.

Goodnight.

©

Ruby Honeytip

A Sexy Samba

Sweat trickles down my bare back.
It tickles as it wetly trails
To the base of my spine.
My hips sway,
My shoulders dip and roll
In rythmic undulations
In time with the vibrations
That have suddenly become,
My only awareness.
A delighted smile spreads
Across my crimson lips
I open my eyes to look at you.
You are looking at me,
I know what’s on your mind.
Mmmmmmm…..mine too.
I turn around,
Lifting my arms over my head.
I press my back to the front of you,
And enjoy the cadence
Of your beautiful body.
Your hands are on my gyrating hips,
I feel you push intimately hard,
Pulsing against me in the dark.
Your teeth on my earlobe,
Start a maddening electric tempo,
In my secret depths.
I feel you entwine your fingers with mine,
Warmly clasping to the beat
As the rhythm slows.
You lean in close as my song
Draws to its end.
I feel your deep baritone as you whisper
‘Save the last dance for me’

I think I will Mr Rightnow.

©

Ruby Honeytip

A Booby Trap!

She is not skin and bones
Of insignificance.
She is intelligent substance,
And decency of character.
She is womanly flesh
Of hand felt proportions!
She knows her way,
And will hold your hand
Until you safely find yours.
There is no judgement in her compassion,
Although, there is a giggle in her eyes.
And a wiggle in her walk.
Faith and love are the warmth
In her nature.
There is a nurturing heart
Beating under the fullness of her breast….

Did somebody say ‘Breast’?
Holy Bazoongas! ! !

Most of the time,
The story ends there.

©

Ruby Honeytip

A Date Night

She looks beautiful for their movie date
Flushed, she is running a little late.
Excited to see his beautiful face,
She sees him there and they embrace.
His touch ignites her hidden passion
And she steps back with meek discretion.
She is embarrassed by public displays,
So she hurries inside without delay.
The lights inside slowly dim,
In the dark she catches a little glimpse!
A hand is sneaking on her shoulder
Across her back, moving to hold her.
What’s this? !
He does not stop it there!
Now his hands are everywhere!
One is running up her thigh,
All she gives is a tiny sigh.
So he moves his hand a little higher.
Now her body is on fire!
The crowd around them are all laughing
At something funny said in passing.
She hardly knows, or even hears them
As his hand finds her breasts and suddenly clears them.
Released from her bra, he goes berserk,
His fingers really go to work!
She feels a delightful, liquid ripple,
As his fingers quite roughly, tug at her nipple.
She really tries hard to silence her breathing.
Her face is red, her mind is reeling!
Then she feels a delicious hum
Oh my! She really is about to…..
The crowd starts clapping, there’s music, there’s light!
It gives her a start and a great big fright.
He starts to laugh as she gains composure
He quickly reclips and hurries to clothe her.
Before anybody would ever guess
What just happened under her dress.
Red faced she scrambles from the theatre
Followed closely by her sexy conspirator
Suddenly there is an urgent race
To find a way back to their place.
He’s glad he gets to share his life
With this girl he long ago made his wife.

©

Ruby Honeytip