Linda Marie Van Tassell - "No! I Can't!" Next Time, Shhh!, and Slow, Sweet Burn

"No! I Can't!"

I wanted to be taken,
my protests ignored.
I wanted to be taken
willingly against my will.
Words can be forsaken
and passion restored.
There is no mistaken
the way I feel.

"No, I can't."
He made me.
"Yes, you do."
"No ... oh, no ..."

He laughed withdrawing.
"No?" he repeated.
"No ... no ... no..."
Our juices mingled.
"No, please. No."

Next Time

No longer shall I try forgetting you
nor turning loose what you've become to me
these are the things that I can never do
my getting over you can never be.

And so I go my way, but leave me here,
for you to think about, as time goes on,
as I will think of you, but disappear
into another place, but never gone.

I'll be with you in every day and night,
as you're a part of all I ever do,
between each line of everything I write
will be the truth of it, I still love you.

Next time life comes around for you and me,
I'll have you then, but now it cannot be.

Shhh!

I must not tell you everything
with a slip of the tongue
nor a glance in my eyes,
but I will tell you this:

He gently inclined me backwards,
putting a soft pillow under my ass,
spreading my legs wide,
and brought my cunny to his lips.

I gasped with excited expectation
and lifted myself to meet him halfway.
The longing gap of love spilled over
as the dart of fire rushed to meet me.

A delightful languor lingered in my eyes
as I forced him closer with my hands.
I wrapped my legs around his head
to receive his lascivious tongue inside of me.

I twisted myself around, holding his ass,
my face directly beneath his throbbing cock.
He was pulsating and hard and rigid
as my tongue probed him, sucking him in.

We spent a most delicious afternoon
enjoying the richest ecstasies of love;
and though I really can't tell you everything,
I will tell you this:

We were bound to one another;
and the double pleasure of it all
produced such convulsions of fruition
that I was forced to drink his pearly liquid.
I simply couldn't get away.

Slow, Sweet Burn

Play with all of me
my passionate lover.
Arouse beyond reason
your little kitty-kat
with light touches
of hot-born fire.
You find warm thighs
the color of cloud
with the heat of summer
and the smell of hunger
thirsting for your lips
and the hardness of stone.
Rip open my inhibitions
and tear my fears
into ribbons of flesh
that melt into you.
Release milk-white moons
and perfect their glow,
to glisten with kisses
of wet, warm water.
Let them rise to heaven
feasted upon by Gods
and adored by you.
Flame of our bed
fanned by the wind
and the smell of
flowers in the garden.
Sheets and shadows
draped over our bodies,
entwined in one long caress,
one long sweet kiss
of neverending touch.
Kiss me to come,
this slow sweet burn
torching my soul.
Taste dew-donned roses
in the exhausted air
of falling stars
and lost horizons.
I reach for you
in the heat of dusk,
two erotic creatures
of carnal desire
lost in the slow sweet burn
of neverending touch.