Desire by Lemon Letters

Today this blog was honored with a guest post from @lemon_letters. Below is her take on desire! It is brilliantly written, eye opening, arousing, and exquisitely sensual. Be sure to check out more of her work:

Lemon Letters

Desire.
A force of fire and ice, the consuming duality that overrides so many other senses and emotions by merely existing.

It feels like my heartbeat and awareness have dropped from their assigned spaces in my head and chest, to knot themselves between my thighs in screaming insistence. It feels like tight, hyper sensitive skin over muscles that are somehow fluid and rigid at once. It feels fast and rushing, urgent in my veins like my blood is sped up and racing for something I’m not quite sure of. It’s anxiety and excitement, hyper aware of touch and implication with electric hot spots in the expected places- my ass, my nipples, my pussy- but sometimes in unexpected ones too- the tender exposed pulse at my throat, just below my ear, the flare of my ribs. Sometimes the hotspots for touch in moments of desire take even me by surprise- like that one time I nearly came from a kiss on the inside of my bicep (I still can’t explain that one).

Desire voids my thoughts and reason. I am not persuasive or manipulative by nature, but turn me on enough and I will bend logic and reality beyond my intellectual limits to convince you to prioritize our pleasure so that it continues. In this, it sharpens my mind but only along the single linear path. It is a beacon in an otherwise blacked out space- a quiet, focused drive toward fulfilling the lust that has blanketed all else. I become the prey inside my own mind- the predator is my desire. And also you, should you fill that role, desire softens my sharp relentless need for control and allows me to let go of the reigns. It begs me to hand them over to a partner willing to take them. To submit. Let go. Desire strips away everything I project and leaves the most vulnerable parts of my mind and emotions bare for you to invade and control.

Emotionally, the duality of desire’s power is once again prominent. Every nerve and instinct drives me to seek pleasure, yours and my own. To please you. To be pleased. It’s slick and hot and soft- like my feelings are wrapped in velvet and satin and pressed tightly in on one another so they slip and grab in unexpected places but move fluidly from one emotion to the next as I chase fulfillment and release. It drives my submission- emotionally, physically, and mentally. It pulls and pushes, from its command between my thighs and through every radiating network of touch and electricity it knits across my skin. It owns me until I lose who I try to be, and become the embodiment of this duality.
It’s desperate, heady, hot and cold.

The gasping, delicious, frustrating exchange of pleasure (sometimes pain) and energy that paints my entire being with a need to connect so viscerally that I cannot push it away. It’s sensory overload, rationale silencing, devoid of linear processing.
Desire is duality.
Desire is decadent- too much and never enough. Always wanting more.
More, please.