Portrayed Thoughts

I miss the aroma that usually lingers when you are near

the way the water drips along your naked skin

Radiance seduce even the fragrance you wear

Then you wonder why I’m stoked

Fumbled by the way you stare

Your eyes digging through my flesh

But I’m not hurt

In essence, I’m prone to the danger you possess, WITH love

If it's illegal, then I’ll the suck the very breath out of you

Then savour it

Climb Mystique Mountains

Dangle with the wind

Grieve in your absence

Write your name on my "walls"

Even the ones that throbs when you touch my inner soul

I partake in your presence

I subdue the very body you prey open so I can devour

Traces my ink upon your skin

We’re in-sync without words or music

We intertwine with the melody of a promiscuous melody

Only we can fathom

The intrinsic light that you portray

Makes my presence remains attracted to your beam

Detach the indispose

Crave the unknown

While in solace we seal the vibration

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Love Diminishes

I shoved the thought of you coming back to me
With my retrograde heart
I plunged
And pushed you away
Hoping you'd stay
Love tested
But not lost
This loss is brutal

Without utterance you speak about love
Love in its twisted form
Cast no stones
It should be pure
Truthful
Full of life
No pain?
No tears?
Just plain old love like the biblical days

I shoved you so deep
I could feel your love pulsating through my heart
Like a throbbing vagina conquering an orgasm

But love's depth dissipates into thin air
Like black smoke on a cloudy day
There is no end to what we could've seen
Idiocrasies submerge

Feelings too real
Yet feeling fake
No time to regroup
No To time to suffer
Or cry a running river
Life is moving eagerly
Through distance and time
You'll emerge quietly
Showing me
Love is not lost

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Ink Erotica©

You came through the door
right in time
I wore my 5 inch red stiletto heels
Long legs covered with fishnets

I watched you walk across the room
Dropping your jacket
Unbuttoned your shirt
Exposing that chocolate inked skin

I watched you in the mirror
Our eyes met
Just like the first time
The intensity shown
That you needed my pussy to wet your cock
And sing sweet melodies in your ear
While I beg you to fuck me there

You approached me
My back to your chest
Your scent tickled my pussy
And you know this
I touched myself
You tasted my fingers
You touched me from behind
And I licked my juices from your fingers, like an hungry child

Your tongue became the ink
Used to paint my body
You worship it like Israel’s temple
Like slaves in the early days
You worked me hard but gentle

Positions toppled with pain and pleasure
While I come in more ways than one
My ink juices spill on your chocolate tone skin
As we break away in sin

When the sun rises

We replay the night's scene
Like a popular song
We are number one

But as soon as the ink dries
We go back to being
Just friends

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Ode To Waiting©

I waited for your touch
Hold on with tenacity
Waited like the eagerness of a long
Stroked dick to pussy

Submerge my soul
This waiting game
I can't win
Not out like a deadly cricket match

No kiss
No touch
No sweet sex
Bed rocking
Bodies slapping
Ready to explode
No morning laughter
No face to face 'I love you's'

I waited for your smile
But like a ghost's reflection
You disappeared in thin air
Where did you go?
I wanted to journey with you
See flashing lights
Explore galleries
Watch you speak
While I come in my seat

I waited for you
But like the time travelers wife
We shifted a few centuries
Disturbing my mental
Turn them into idiocrasies

Is this my Ode to love; life?
We have our paths
So lets live it
And savour the memories
This is my Ode to waiting


Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson