“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps …”
I love men. Seriously, I’m a huge fan. I love their boyish charm, their wicked fantasies and how they can’t stop staring at my chest. I’m pretty sure they also know I adore them and they appreciate it.
But my favorite men are Doms. Doms are delicious. They elevate seduction to a whole new level. I, for one, am incredibly grateful for the effort.
The energy they exude is intoxicating. It can make a sub like me dizzy. Dominant energy is a living thing. I can’t speak for how a Dom feels submissive energy, but I’d like to think we can both sense that we were created for each other. It’s beautiful, really.
BDSM novels would lead you to believe that a Dominant man is all about his skills; how he controls a woman or how well he ties knots. For me, it’s the little things that send me vibrating.
The warmth of my lover’s breath on my neck; his fingertips lightly touching the small of my back as we walk into a restaurant.
I miss the feel of a man’s razor stubble as he brushes his cheek against my sensitive inner thigh. That look just before he takes me.
However, what I miss more than anything is kissing. Is there anything more erotic than two tongues slow dancing with each other as your noses, cheeks, chins and foreheads touch? Kissing is a prayer, it is sacred.
Kissing is an art and I like to believe that I am a connoisseur of this particular craft. That’s how it should be for lovers. Love, sensuality, seduction, erotic energy is something that must be practiced, exercised and shared.
What can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic or maybe I’m just hopeless!
Lately, I’ve been listening to the old Mexican love songs that my mother grew up with. She’d listen to them when I was a child and I learned to be quite fond of them. I may post some of the translated lyrics on the blog someday, but here’s a small snippet that really got to me from the song, Amor:
To feel that your kisses were nested on me
Like messenger pigeons carriers of light,
To know that my kisses were left in you
Making the sign of the cross on your lips.
Mmm. I can’t wait until I can feel that again…