The Ride
8/22/13

He was a rebel and I was happy to go along for the thrill. We snuck into an amusement park after closing. How he had a Master Key for the rides, I’ll never know. We played around on the carousel, rocked the Ferris Wheel, ran through the fun house, but there was one ride I will never forget.

“Come on Cindy.” He looked like an 80s rebel-without-a-cause cliché. And boy did I follow him like a puppy-dog. I took his fingerless-gloved hand. I rested my head on his shoulder; staring at his gold dangle dagger earring, as he led me to the platform.

He turned to me, removed my cardigan, as his lips caressed mine, gently at first. His hand roamed and groped my ass, lifting the skirt of my dress. May panties slowly drifted to the platform and he knelt, his head under my sundress.

“Roger,” I moaned, unable to stand, as he spread my lips apart, Strawberry patches splotched across my chest, as my arousal hazed my thoughts.

“Come with me.” He licked his lips as he stood, dragging me along.

I whimpered from the loss of heat and the abrupt stop. He took me to the rollercoaster. “Roger?” I turned; he had already set it up and returned, rolling a condom over himself.

He sat in a seat; his erect cock waiting for me to mount it. Roger fingered me to come over with a dark look in his eyes. Unsure, I meekly went over and he guided me to sit on him.

“What if I fall out?” I gasped at the fullness.

“I won’t let you go baby,” he said through a groan, as I slid up and down his dick. He pulled the handle bar down behind me.

“How?” I was about to ask about it would go, when Roger pulled a latch, and we were off.

Looking deep into his eyes, as we rose up the first climb, my heart raced. At the peak I clung hard to him. The drop was breathtaking—literally. It was deeper than I’d ever experienced. Each turn, each rattle, each rock and clack, edged me. My eyes were now tightly squeezed, as we began another ascension. My body was firing, ready to burst. And on the last drop it did. I screamed, digging my face into his neck, squeezing my thighs.

“Ffffuck, Cindy,” he hissed into my ear, as we pulled back into the line behind thee other cars.

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In the middle of the night, I wake you, I say nothing. I turn you round to face me and hold you tight in my grasp as i look deep into your eyes, like a lion sizing up a mate. Before we know it, I am on top of you, you couldn't if you wanted to and I am fighting every urge that is telling me to kiss, lick, bite and penetrate you, as we can feel the anticipation build between us. What is seconds feels, like minutes, or hours as our bodies start to quiver, your scent gets stronger and stronger, your moans get louder and louder, and my breathing gets heavier and heavier...



The passion becomes so strong, it feels like the world is over, no one else exists, except me and you, and this amazing heat between us. I finally touch you. gently at first, your so wet now my fingers slide easily over your lips, teasing your throbbing hole as you beg me to enter you...



I stop, to taste the fruit of your body, the taste feels like it lights a fuse deep inside me, and i lose control of my mind, body and soul, the only thing left is my passion for you, and in that moment nothing could tear me away from you...



I thrust my tongue deep into your mouth, you can taste your own flavour on my tongue and its as though the fire spreads from me to you and we become two animals, acting only on instinct, this is all we need...



Holding your arms above your head i enter you, my full length disappears inside you, you moan but their are no more sounds, everything becomes a blur as we lose ourselves in ecstacy, there are only feelings now. The passion between us is so strong every time we touch it creates hundreds of impulses that ripple through our bodies, and the stronger the touch the stronger the feelings. We sink our teeth into each others flesh, so deep sometimes that blood is drawn, but the red only fuels the fire more as we continue to lose ourselves in each other...


What feels like hours or days, finally ends in a moment, it feels like we've died and gone to heaven, everything is quiet, just me and you, the fire disappears as quickly as it erupted, now reduced to a single candle flame, between us, as we share a deep embrace, and slowly fall back to sleep, still not saying a word...


"Burn me, like a moth to a flame"
Like a moth to a flame you draw me in.
And every time I am invited by the warm heavenly glow.
You calm my nerves, rub out those wrinkles, and hug away those tears.
You know just what to say; sometimes I think you know me more than I do myself.

You make me laugh and smile and our souls mingle.

But it’s only a façade.
You hold your palm up every time, keeping me out of reach.
Holding my lips from yours, my heart resides outside the gate you’ve created.
And the key, it seems, will be forever dangled in my face.

And like that proverbial moth, I get burned…every time.
I fall every time.
Still I haven’t learned, still invited by that warm heavenly glow.
Who’s going to calm my nerves now, rub out those wrinkles, and hug those tears away that you’ve made.
You know just what to say because you know me so well.

7/2/13

She’s lying in your bed. Her auburn hair splayed out around her, the red highlights surrounding her face. Her mouth opened slightly as she breathes. No doubt exhausted from last nights work out. You trail your fingers up the insides of her thighs.

She moans as you wake her from her sleepy state. She nuzzles closer to u, needing to feel your warmth. Her knee runs up between your legs. She slides her tongue down your neck tasting the dried salty sweat left from the previous workout, down your clavicle. Her fingers thread through your chest hair. She re-wets her tongue and twirls it around your nipple, down your abdomen, her other hand glides along your already erect cock and her palm rolls back and forth against the head. The wetness making a silky barrier that makes her grin while you moan in pleasure.

She teases you with her tongue on your pelvis as she looks up at you, your desperate look of need written all over your face. Her pouty lips run along the side of the shaft as her tongue pierces between them, leaving a warm trail of saliva in its wake. She rolls her tongue out all the way and shifts on the bed and places her body beside you. Her hand softly, gently caresses your balls, as she licks back up and around the crown. Tasting the precum and grinning at you while she does it. Satisfied in knowing you are enjoying it, wetness pooling in between her thighs as well. You can feel it as your fingers slip between them. Her lips purse together and she presses down over the top, slowly at first as your hand rolls down her back.

Her hair begins to fall around her face. All you can see is the back of her head and your eyes close as she moves further down, adjusting her body, and her mouth to take more. She glides your cock back and forth slowly and steadily, as her hand works in a steady sync with her hot mouth. Her tongue flicks and teases the sensitive spot around the crown, as she pulls back.

You grip the comforter, not wanting to interrupt. “Please,” you whisper, barely aware you even said it.

More saliva pools in her mouth as she attempts to take you all the way in, her other hand cups you and she holds the pose for a moment, allowing you to enjoy the sensation of being fully inside her throat. And then she releases back for air, and moves again in rhythmic motions until your hand grips the flesh at her hip, a telltale sign you are about to release and you do.

A sound of air rushes through your clenched teeth and she swallows all that you have offered her. She turns to you with a smile, although you still have your eyes mostly closed in post orgasmic bliss.

She takes a thankful breath, her smile splits across her face in happiness. "I'm happy to have made your morning as blissful as you made my night last night," she whispers and lays beside you.

6/21/13
Roses aren’t always red

Roses aren’t always red
They aren’t always perfectly curled shells, tightly swirled together
They may not have the beautiful dew collected inside to catch the early morning sunlight

The patterned edges may be frayed, they may be decayed
But inhale and you will smell their sweet scent

Touch them and they still feel silken, and delicate
Ignore them and they whither and brown
Their petals will fall like tears

Forget to care for them and they will wilt, and begin to grow wild
They will forge a new path, their own way

3/1/01
Drunkness

a mixture of juices
you stir into a tornado like frenzy
until the container is about to burst
the mixture begins to spill over the edges

what was once a cool and calm mixture begins to seep out warm and sticky as it slides between your fingers
an explosion occurs, but you don’t back away or back down
you continue to hold everything together in your now sweet and sticky hands

6/20/13

Hope

I close the slider from the cool summer breeze that’s filled my bedroom
-fresh cut grass and the smells that come after a cleansing rain remain

I settle into the soft sheets, alone, the stillness and quiet surround me
-peaceful feelings bathe over me, a hope is taunting me, just out of reach

I toss and turn, but not in sleeplessness, rather in fantasy.

In want.

In desire.

In hope.

12/1/99

The Moment

Toes warm by the heat of the fire
My hand warm by the grasp you have
Thoughts freeze from words you say
My breath blows in cold clouds

Your heart pours into mine
My eyes weep, as your words stick to my mind like slow pouring honey
I kiss you and tell you I love you
Arms entrap me and protect me

Misty Blue—Etta James Song Inspiration
Posted on Robert Zimmerman's Blog on 5/22/13
5/5/13
Off My Mind

My stomach flutters with each message, each email, each vibration of my phone…hoping
I lost it, that connection, that thread…the spiders web thread is thinning
Shimmering in the sunlight, making me smile, despite the tears rimming my eyes
Each flowering tree, each swan in the pond…they all remind me of you
Each day that passes, I feel the distance and the pain begins to dissipate like a fog warmed by the sun
I sense I will be forever changed and grateful for having you in my heart and life
And I know…I know it’s dangerous to allow you to do it to me again
I need to get you off my mind, away from my heart, and out of my life

 Walking along the grassy knoll, my hand you take.
You take control.
The sun is strong and warm and comforting.
The breeze light and teasing.
You tug me near and I feel your breath.
Will you sink your teeth into my skin? Or will it be soft caress?
Kisses along the inside each breast.
Soft and new, warm and true.
Moans of pleasure fill sweet scented air, as your fingers thread inside my hair.
As you lips move along my renewed skin, filling me with hope.
Edging me with desired need, as my breath hitches and holds.
I lean back as you draw me into your arms, and to the ground.
My heart unsettled, as it begins to pound.
Gentle heat envelopes every pore,
as your body presses against mine,
as your lips press against mine,
as your want presses against mine.
As you make me whine and as you tell me,
“You’re mine.”