My Silent Brave {Extremly PORNAGRAFIC people, read at own risk}

 My Silent Brave,

 My eyes open upon the valley and vista

   Inspired war cry’s from every camp.

 My brave brings me in on his pinto

   a slow mesmerizing gait.

 Hoofed rhythm soothing me,

   calls from all around,

    but I can not name the sentiments.
 

 
I am Led to a hide door,

   warmth creeping from the cracks.

 What exist behind it?

 What does this mean for me?

 Pulling back a curtain of fear,

   I enter a different world.

 Earth and fire invade my senses.

 Furs and pelts become furnishings.

 Wood and stone, now carved vessels.

 Light dancing through threaded seems,

   a foreign world all a new.

A shove from my back side,

   no where left to run.

Do I want to?
 

I look at my Brave,

   he has treated me well.

 Brought me miles through the wilderness

   we traveled,

     learned,

      discovered.

 He doesn’t need to talk much,

   his meaning are easy to interpret…

 Speaking for both of us.
 

 Who is he,

   does it matter?
 

 I should be afraid,

   tremble at his sight….

 Tremble yes,

   but not from fear.

He has taunted me with his nearness

   for almost a week,

     his silence screaming more than words.

 As his chest slid against my back over and over,

   arms circling around me.

     Lifting me,

      shifting me,

 Strength pouring from his massive shoulders.

 Enticing me with his bare skin against my dress,

   his manly aroma hypnotizing me.

 His knowing grin telling me how sinful

   he knows he could make me.
 

But not yet…
 

From fear to fever I have been driven,

   I changed as I crossed that dry prairie.

 Now in possession of no common sense.

 Reckless,

   my Mother would have said…

    …But she is not here…

      ..He is.
 

I turn and ask him for his name,

   he grins and pulls me down.

 “Please tell me, What is your name?”

 And with a half smile he leans in and

   whispers in my ear,

 “Ohitecka”

 Lifting his finger to my lips.

   engaging my silence.

 Now sitting on my knees before him,

   he slides his fingers through my long

     auburn locks,

      uncaring of the dust.

 Looking at me straight in the eyes,

   to the very center of my being.
 

 His hands caressing down the curve of my waist.

   moving up the cord on the front of my Dress

    Unlacing it,

     releasing my heavy milky white Breasts.
 

 I have a moment of panic,

 I don’t know what to do…
 

 But I need not have worried,

   he is a master of such skill.

 More than happy to show me what I need to know,

   teaching me what he wants,

     how he likes it.
 

 He nuzzles my pink areolas flicking his tongue gently,

   sending sensations to unknown places.

 Drawing wet circles of anticipation.

 Locking his lips upon my nipple and softly suckling,

   feeding our desire.

 Grasping them as he would a ripe melon he is about to devour.
 

His callused palms starting at my ankles,

   then sliding up my calf.

 Slowly displacing my skirt and

   exposing my pearly legs one inch at a time.

 He lays me back against the thick fur of Buffalo,

   eating me with his eyes,

     showing the reason and hunger for stealing me from my parents farm.

 Looking satisfied with his spoils.
 

 Before I was aware I lay completely naked before him.

   I have never seen my naked body in a mirror,

      but the reflection from his eyes was all I needed.

 I knew he approved,

   and that he thought I was perfect…

I Could feel his excitement become my own,

   as his finger’s explored places with racy names.

 Warm and then Wet.

 His tongue quickly following in their path.

 My body responding with out thought,

   my loins screaming from unknown pleasure.
 

 I lay my hands on his head,

   only capable of small whimpers.

 While I can barley make out deep guttural growls

   from the back of his throat,

     taking me to heights I have never been,

       dared.
 

He leans back and push’s aside his loin cloth,

   his large throbbing member exposed,

     guiding me down to it.

 His eyes telling me what he expected..

 I grasp his manhood with both hands,

   and slowly extend my tongue.

 Lightly I lick its engorged head,

   feeling his heartbeat against my lips as

 I look out of the corner of my eye

   to see his expression.

 His eyes look to almost roll to the back of there sockets,

   occasional slightly louder growls now emerging.

 He pushes harder on my head,

   I instinctually open my mouth and

     he raises his hips,

       sending his manhood deep with in.
 

Almost confused as to why he would want to,

 but the look on his face again,

 tells me he does.

 Again and again…
 

I was finding the rhythm to maintain my breathing,

   rocking back and forth as if on ocean water’s.
 

 Before I could think of what was to come next,

   he was pulling me up to him,

     rolling his weight up and over me.

 Spreading my legs with his own.
 

 Again I felt a moment of uncertainty,

   hesitation,

     but riddled with the flames of wanting to know.

He poise’s his large hard erect head with in his hand

   rubbing it around my moistened private lips

     renewing my wanton behavior.

 Teasing with pressure,

   showing his patience for his own desire.

 And in under a second he slipped a inch in to my woman hood.

   claiming my virginity for his own.
 

 Sharp,

   tight,

     unsure,

       and again a tinge of fright.
 

Is this what he wants,

  he can not fit it in that place.

 But again the look on his face,

 the stare in to my soul told me he did.

 He continues slowly,

 I do not stop him,

 nor do I want to.
 

Soon his whole shaft has evaded me,

   discomfort still present,

     but now unimportant.

 I then realize I am moaning aloud,

   almost ashamed to recognize my own voice.

     his keeps plunging,
 
       ever gaining his speed,

 He may split me apart.

 A flood of pain subsiding to a

   flow of pleasure.
 

For an eternity we make our own dance,.

   sing our own song,

    praying to gods of carnal indulgence.

 He pushes faster,

   harder,

    and we both feel as

      the crescendo of physical abandon

        wash’s over us.

 Both for once in complete surrender,

   sweat dripping from our brow…

 He lays back beside me,

   and just as before he say's not a word,

     we both seemed to drift in and out,

       locked in each others embrace.

My fears vanquished,

   my soul complete.

 I could lay here forever…

   but he has other thoughts.

 As again he gives me that wordless look and

   we started all over from the beginning…….

Julie

 D.D.

 5/3/2009

 Uuummmm….. I was going for passionate but it came out pornography, I would say sorry, but I am quite pleased. Although I am sure embarrassment will creep in when people start to review it. For all of you who have read Seeded visions, you may already know who my brave is. By the way, “Ohitecka” Means “brave” in Sioux. Still being worked on. It took me forever for the formatting, I wrote on it in to many places.