© 2019 Sandra Jean-Pierre This body in silent dissension over being roused from its long assumed Final march whines aches cries from joy and pain uncertainty realizing there may be life yet left for the living… we Both hold on, scared and leaning in for the ride #SpinrazaShit #DisabledChronicles #TrueStoriesOf2019 #WakingUpMusclesHurt #IFeelLikeWalkingAround
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre I dream of Youbeing insidewhere it issafeandwarm, where You have all of Me in your palm, where I can whisper Your name to my hearts content and be Yours, fully. Baby… I need to breathe your air, need the scent of You, need the feel of You wrapped around me baby, I dream of You.
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre You can’t let me break you can’t let my desire be so heavy it threatens to bend your will in half You can’t let me break you can’t let my nails dig so far into your skin that the scars hurt You can’t let me break you can’t let my moans ring so loud in your ears that I am all you’ll hear… You can’t let me break you…
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre Promising breeze billowing these curtains as we lie in Our bed Your lazy Sunday morning kisses dress me in desire. Listening to the stillness of the world outside, I welcome the feelof your lips on my hot skin relishing how your mouth latches onto my breast sigh… how divine, to feel your thigh between my legs – leaning in pushing me to that place with no words, only moans to let
© 2017 SandraJean-Pierre In her bed, wrapped in sheets and sweat my cum fresh on her face and fingers her name still lingering in the damp air from these bruised parted lips my cheeks so flushed from what her tongue made this body feel and do the heaven on this bed marked by my love notes scratched crimson into her broad, strong back her pride at making me her quivering mess, my shame in needing her like this so much