Latest Forum Posts:


Giving up Control

This poem is about learning to let go and enjoy the ride.
I was a bundle of nerves, my body acting as if it were a live wire.

Jumping upon silken sheets.

All I could feel was your rough hands pressing down on my lower back, trying to hold me.

Relax, was the only word my ears could process over my own muffled screams.

Turning my face away from the pillow beneath me I tried to breathe.

But it was hard with the pressure of your heavy body upon me.

I heard you groan as your body slid down my slick skin.

Hands exploring each tense limb.

Tears leaked from both eyes at the amount of intense pleasure my body was reluctently recieving.

Thighs shaking

Hands clenching

I tried to hold back what you effortlessly demanded from me.

But I couldn't I had to let go and ignore the persistent need to be in control.

Relax. Anna. Trust me.

Your lips nibbling the back of my neck as each word slid from the tip of your tongue.

My core dripped, and my lips squeezed 

As you drove deeper inside me.


In and out of me.

Pressure rising

Toes curling

Control slipping...

I couldn't

I wouldn't 

I did

Letting the wall of glass I placed on my feelings shatter around us.

I watched the pieces form into two arms
As they turned me over and wrapped me into the warmest embrace.

Closing my eyes I sighed as your lips kissed the damp valley between my breast.

This was letting go

This was trusting.

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="">Giving up Control</a>

Comments (14)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.