Mistress of the Morning

Mistress of my Morning

i take my time to wake

and this

you may not realize

because you crave your sleep

but a hand draped across your naked breast

a leg just grazing your thigh

they are all my pleasure

and placed on purpose

my last claim of you

before I set out into my day

i hope they leave the heat

of my passion

on your skin long enough

so that you don’t forget my tongue and touch

you are my mistress of the morning

and it is a struggle to escape your warmth

but i am comforted

knowing

soon you will be once again naked

near me

craving my skin on yours

dreaming together

wrapped in soft blankets

and

one another

7 October 2019

Thomas Aiden

Priscilla’s Lash

Priscilla's Lash

Her desire is fierce

She craves the leather

Hungering for the sting

While enjoying the soft caress

just before the silence is broken

By the bite of her deviant pleasure

The one that pinks and makes her smile

She is languid and pale

Staring back at her need

Which rests in another’s hands

Wanting it to burn just a little more

She cannot hide her moistening desire

That flows from between her thighs

She willingly gives submission for satisfaction

And so she whispers two simple words

Again

and

Please

9 February 2018

Thomas Aiden

Pink

Pink

I saw stars

And I smiled

Fighting back my tears

Of joy

I lay bent

Across his knee

Wet

With anticipation

As he prepared

My blistering reward

All day long

I had waited for this moment

I ached with the knowledge

That this would happen

He held in his hand

My paddle

The one I bought

For this very moment

And I laughed a bit wickedly

The first smack

Was the best

As he pinked my pale back side

I squealed with delight

And devoured the sensation

Of heat on my skin

Yesterday

I would have never agreed to this

Today I could only think about

All the tomorrows I wanted this

To occur again and again

When he was done

And the numbness set in

I stood

Staring into his eyes

And I realized

I was his to do with

Whatever he wanted

And I was ok with that

Thomas Aiden

Satisfying Eve

Satisfying Eve

icy pin pricks of pleasure

tickle my skin

i never knew your eyes hid so much

behind those lips lies a serpent

a tongue so perfect

you lay like a stemmed apple

ripe for my temptation and wrath

and this is just the beginning

since you are not yet naked

Thomas Aiden

Business Trip

"Business Trip"

She sways softly 
In and out of the candlelight
Her body dips and turns
Wine has eased her guard 

Loneliness 
Her welcomed companion
Allows her to be free

She fears no eyes to blush from
It is just her and the soft music
Her sweat beads upon her skin
As the same song repeats itself yet again
Perhaps for the 8th time
She smiles wildly
Spinning slowly
Seductively

No one tells her stop
She thrives on that thought
Dancing further into oblivion
She only dreads the coming of dawn
Or her last emptied wine bottle
Whichever comes first

Tomorrow he will be home
She will be happy all over again
Greeting him with a kiss
Full of desire for their next adventure
But for now
She is the star
In a empty house
And wants to enjoy every second of it

Thomas Aiden

Mine

"Mine"

The storm wages within me

As I imagine you there

On display

For those who want your touch

I fight with both my jealous heart

And my proud claim

But I eventually calm

Knowing you are strong

And only for me

They can yearn for you

And still

You are mine

They can flirt with honey tongues

And still

You are mine

They can tempt with fading jewels

And hungry eyes

And still

You are mine

Your satin lips and perfect smile

Are meant for me

The catch of your breath

And quickening heart

Are meant for me

Your drip of sweet syrup

And beg of please

Are meant for me

You are mine

And you tempt

Only because I allow it

You torment

Only because I allow it

You tease

Only because I allow it

You are

Because of me

I am your shelter

From any storm

I am your shoulder

For you to cry upon

I am your sir

Because I am yours

Thomas Aiden

Self Destruction

Self Destruction 

She spins in my mind

Teasing

Stinging fiery red

Her flesh never to be anyone’s

I know I am not bound

Yet each time I turn to run

Her pale blue eyes pull me back

And I beg

I beg her to hurt me

I don’t want a soft touch

But teeth that rough my surfaces

Lips that are unforgiving

I want to be afraid

And hungry

All at the same time

As she explores neglected skin

I lose any sanity I had

Easily doing as she commands

Promising to never leave

To always worship her

I desperately agree

Knowing

Deep down

Beneath the rage of lust

The moment she tires

Of fucking

me

or with

my heart

I shall fade

To yesterday

And faint memories

By
Thomas Aiden

Wince

Wince

I waited

Hungry for his arrival

I wanted

His strong, heavy hand

I accepted

His purposeful tormenting delay

Soft came his knock

Moistening my need

Quickening my heart

The bright of day

And clear blue sky

Broke the fog of lust

Just for a moment

When I opened

My door

Then I saw his face

His half smile

The fire in his eyes

And fell back into desire

He stepped in

Shut the door

Asking

If I was a good girl

Nodding my head

I said yes

Holding out my eventual reward

He laughed

Deep and wanting

Grabbing my wrist

Pulling me towards him

My naked flesh

Pressed against his thick

Button up shirt

Drove me wild

With want

He spun me around

Bent me over

And gave in

I winced

With the first smack

And excitedly

Readied myself

For the next 

Thomas Aiden

Glass Cages

"Glass Cages"

We always pretended

Never noticing

But knowing

Each day

We lingered longer at our windows

In all stages of dress

Feigning interest in the world outside

But we knew why we were there

Like clockwork

Her husband’s car started

Fading into the distance

And our dance would begin

Naked

Her

Hungry

Me

Neither surrendering to truth

Admiring form the corners of our eyes

We displayed our want

And swallowed our sins

Morning slipped into noon sometimes

And still we leered

Days, weeks and months

Safe behind our windows we teased

With a few feet separating our desire

Glass framing our assets

Resistance cracking

So close to shattering

The perfect distance

Was destroyed the instant

Our gaze actually met

Locking in on one another

Silence fell

Our breaths held

We knew the foreplay was over

No longer would it be window games

My heart skipped as she mouthed the words

Come over

By

Thomas Aiden

Drown

Drown

You dress to steal my breath

And it works

You are my orchid

A perfect flower, fragrant with the smell of lust

My wicked lover, enjoying the taunt

Beneath your soft petals stirs the want of a woman

You know the curve of your hips and the start of your smile entrap me

I cannot escape you

Nor do I want to

I drown willingly in the pierce of your pale blue eyes

Submitting to your obvious desires

Begging for your touch

Swallowing all that you offer

I once was a man

My own destiny maker

And now

When you want of me

I am nothing

You have become everything

My reason

My hope

My forever

By 

Thomas Aiden

Tramp

She walked into the room

Teasing me with sway

A night gown that barely hid her sex

She was supposed to be here hours ago

I would have been mad

But she broke me

Just as the day did my window

I knew she was with another

And didn’t care

I was lost

The second she appeared

Wearing a guilty smile

She knew she was forgiven

Say goodbye to yesterday

She whispered
Turning Ben Harper up

Just loud enough to drown

Our eventual moans

Thomas Aiden