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Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, About, Poetry and Prose, Visual Delights
Satin, lace and crinoline.
A creamy, dreamy, fairy-tale gown, beautifully adorned with a sequined bodice shimmering in the mid-morning sun.
She, a bride of beauty. Of eternal optimism.
He, the groom, waiting for her, dressed in the tartan of his native clan:
Kilt, sporran, hose.
Looking dapper. Seeming happy.
Honeysuckle-covered trellis highlighted with lavender sweet peas and fuchsia roses, chosen to complement her bridal bouquet.
Verdant lawn filled with close friends and family.
Celtic tunes floating in the warm autumn air.
A resplendent ceremony ~ exchanging vows of holy matrimony, of everlasting love.
Her optimism eventually overshadowed by the slow and torturous onslaught of futility, heartache and shame.
The wedding gown given away, years later, to a second-hand store… like an old t-shirt… like an unwanted possession.
Yet offering, perhaps, a semblance of hope to the next bride.
… she does not mourn the end of her marriage.
Only the misconceptions of love.
Deep down inside… her heart still flutters with romantic possibilities.
And hope.
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Musings and Thoughts, Poetry and Prose
Black Burlesque ~ Zeldyn-Stock, deviantART
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Visual Delights
a ZAFTIG WOMAN is
Pleasingly plump
With curves like blissful, rolling hills
Longing to be explored…
Deserving to be adored…
Capturing the essence of her magnificent femininity
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'Lady Godiva' ~ (photographer unknown)
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Poetry and Prose, Visual Delights
He is near
Breath whispering
Words caressing
Fingertips gliding across my flesh
Like water rolling down my thighs
Lips linger in conspicuous places
Expressive… suggestive
Assertive… attentive
Insinuating the unspoken
With flesh upon flesh
And lust upon lust
Vanquishing my tepid defenses
Composing a bodily reaction
Pulling me into seduction
Bringing me to aroused oblivion
'Pentimento' ~ Deborah Howard
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Visual Delights
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees
I say
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.
~ Maya Angelou
Zerbetron (flikr) ~ Curvy Nude Model B & W Figure Study
Filed under A Touch of Inspiration, Poetry and Prose
Fervid
Sprawled across the bed, surrounded by satin sheets and soft pillows cool against her warm skin, she rolled over onto her back, hair settling in pools around her face and neck and bounteous breasts. She slithered forward to rest her neck on the edge of the bed and dangled her head down until the room changed, becoming a kaleidoscope of flickering candlelight ~ distorted, upside-down, serene. Her hair cascaded, reaching for the floor.
Focusing on the shadows of the room, she watched his languid approach: body vivid, taut, masculine. His fist lightly stroked his sizeable, hardening cock, and as he moved closer she could see an almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he studied her ~ obviously enjoying the moment, enjoying the way she was splayed out on the bed waiting for him.
With each step he took, she could feel the sexual energy emanating from him ~ an aura so intense her body shook with anticipation and desire. Breath arrested within her throat in a momentary choking sensation. Moistness welled up between her thighs like a puddle of fire, warming an already sweltering atmosphere.
As he stood before her, near enough so that she could feel the electricity of his presence, she noticed one lone drop of precum poised at the tip of his cock, glistening in the candlelight, ready to fall. Never to waste, she reached out to wipe the viscous liquid away and slid the sweet nectar over her lips and tongue. Taste buds ignited in her mouth.
Stretching her arms out, she lightly ran fingernails across his bare thighs, enticing him closer. No words were spoken, no words were necessary. As he took one last step forward, she willingly opened her mouth to receive him.
He offered only the tip of his member initially, as if teasing, as if purposely holding back. She flicked her tongue around the bulbous head, her fingers exploring between his legs to grasp the heavy sac which contained within its confines the ultimate gift.
He moaned and inched forward until more of his hardened member entered her mouth. She opened wide, inviting the entrance, wanting to take him in as far as he wanted to go. His strong, masculine scent surrounded her, filled her senses like an aphrodisiac traveling through her veins. She ran her tongue against the taut skin of his rigid cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of her mouth.
He pushed himself in deeper each time, holding steady, sliding out, entering in again. Repeating, repeating. Each time the swollen head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she struggled to hold him all in. But that, in itself, was arousing. Slithering fingers down her belly to the moistness between her legs, she rubbed herself to a wet ecstasy while her other hand grabbed his thigh, earnestly coaxing him on.
She wanted it to last, until he was ready, until he was prepared to explode within her. The intensity of his orgasm always seemed so much more colossal when he prolonged the release.
But perhaps, this time, he would decide not to explode within her but rather pull out and cover her in his hot, pulsating cum, prompting the thick liquid to hit her lips, her eyelashes, her cheeks, sliding down her neck to collect in her long, pale hair…
Sometimes, the anticipation of his ultimate gift was just as titillating as the actual receipt of it.
Ever patient, she waited, waited ~ mouth ready, body alive, tongue continuing to work its magic on the upperside of his member as he pushed it between her lips. His breath increased, accompanied by a light staccato of moaning, and she knew that his release was imminent. Closing her eyes, she heard a sweet tune swirl through her head, pulling her towards her own fervid orgasm, in perfect harmony with his…
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Sensual Servings, Visual Delights
Hands tangled in hair
Breath hot against skin
Stubble rasping
Tongues colliding
Limbs entwining
Fingers exploring
Moistness hot
Humid
Wet
So incredibly wet
Shivers coursing through me
Kinetic flesh upon flesh
Flustered
Intoxicated
Ravenous
Wanting this in the worst way
Wanting it down and dirty
Wanting the sweet love, too
Wanting it all
Wanting you
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©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Sensual Servings, Visual Delights
Soft ropes and black leather
Looping, cinching
Tugging ever-so-taut around willing and fragile wrists
She lies still, immersed in his carnal exploration
While the smell of well-oiled leather tickles her senses
Like a powerful aphrodisiac
Her proffered acquiescence becomes exhilarating, titillating
Levitating between two vivdly colorful dimensions:
One of constraint
One of liberation
The sensations culminating into unparalleled, explosive energy
As the essence of her lover’s sinful intentions fills her to the very core…
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©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Sensual Servings
Languidly sprawled across crumpled sheets and tossed pillows,
Beads of sweat cooling on my still-tingling flesh,
I discover abstract patterns imprinted in the stucco ceiling above me,
Never noticed, until now.
I breathe in… and breathe out… replenishing my strength
Through thoughts that ebb to and fro in quiet, luxurious waves,
Evoking images of the sweet sensations bestowed upon me
Only moments before…
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©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Sensual Servings
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