Ice

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Music flows into my soul,
Muscles tense as my body moves gently.
Swaying, back and forth slowly against the hard chair,
I futilely attempt to escape the cold.

Sweet notes of ecstasy enhance lyrics of pain,
The harsh voice of rock stars screaming to me.
Guitars cry as the liquid fire courses through my veins,
As hot as it burns the music cannot melt the dark icy corners of my heart.

Shudders coarse through my body,
Compelling me to search for warmth.
Violently twisting the handles,
I collapse in the shower, praying the scalding water will make this disappear.

Screams of frustration echo through an empty house,
As I lay crumpled against the hot porcelain.
Sobbing through the scalding water,
I watch as my hope swirls down the drain.

Nothing can reach this Ice,
This burning frost that has commandeered my body.
Why can't I thaw?
I ask to myself, as I climb into bed slowly.

Naked skin brushes against mild sheets,
Droplets of water running from my body to the bed.
Pulling the heavy comforter tight,
I begin to wonder why I even bother.

Drowsiness begins to creep in,
Pulling heavily at my eye lids,
Casting a glaze over my vision,
Not allowing me to see your shadow in my room.

Goosebumps coarse up my arms as the comforter slides away,
The gentle curves and folds revealed,
As my curled up body pulls in tighter,
Responding to the crisp sting in the cold air of my solitude.

Your hand gently caresses my thigh,
Shivers racking my body.
You've watched, you've loved, you've held,
Even as I forget your touch.

In the sweet darkness of my dreams,
You slide your hands upwards.
Every caress is tantalizingly slow,
As you stretch my body out before you.

Sleepy eyes open and gaze up into midnight,
Darkness surrounding us as your fingertips graze my netherlips.
Gasps and soft moans leave imprints against the silence,
As you gently run a wet finger over my clit.

Nothing harsh, nothing hurried,
Your mouth runs across my bare chest.
Akin to velvet, your tongue slides across my hardened nipple,
While one free hand caresses my stomach.

Quivers of pleasure ripple through my body,
Gentle panting and moaning cut through the thick silence.
Your cold fingers leave burning traces against my skin,
As one slender finger slips up into my wet folds.

Hands move faster,
While a tongue works in harmony with sharp teeth.
My body has long since been yours,
Begging for more as you play my soul to your every whim.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me,
Muscles tense as I clamp down on your fingers spasmodically.
A silent scream is elicited from parted lips,
As you gently slide your shaft inside my depths.

It's more than just pleasure,
With every thrust, every connection,
I loose one little piece of myself.
What's left is yours.

Our intermingled breathing is the music,
Heartbeats create the rhythm to our eternal dance.
Rocking my hips up against yours,
Our pleasure increases, becoming unbearable.

Your explosion inside my body sends me whirling,
Diving down deep into the depths of my pleasure,
Riding the seemingly endless waves,
Melting against you.
Gentle hands caress me,
Soothing my ultra-sensitive body.
Caressing my lips as I whimper,
You hold me tightly from behind.

Darkness fades,
And the cruel sun rises...
Your arms fade slowly,
Even as I grasp to hold you tightly.

Tears of release slide down my cheek,
As I pull the covers back up around my body.
Slowly, my melted soul cools,
Freezing even as the sunlight attempted to warm my still body.

Another day I wait,
Desperately searching for warmth under the cold sunlight,
Futilely hoping that if only the water could be hot enough...
I wont crave your burning touch...
That I wont need the love of the shadows,
To melt the Ice.

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