Embers

You and me A serpentine fire Swirling Traveling Efflorescence of love Mellifluous heat Harvesting kisses Burning Aching Touching Bodies dancing Provocation of breaths Gasps Moans Skin on skin Thighs entwined Mouths enchanted Eyes connecting Hands clasped Souls bursting Melting the moon A story unfolds Two hearts Become one Become forever Under the darkest night Become … Continue reading Embers

Slave to love – Chocolate pudding and…

I have my back turned to him. I can smell him, musky clean with the hint of the sea. I’m smiling as his hand travels my curves. His body nestles into me and my body reacts to his kissing my neck. I don’t know how we found each other but we did. We fit in … Continue reading Slave to love – Chocolate pudding and…

Slave to Love – Office Visit

David sat in his car for a while. He stared out across the street to the French Cafe where he and Mireille met for lunch the previous week. They both had been pleasantly surprised. The dining options downtown were not all that great, but the picturesque decor of the cafe had her smiling ear to … Continue reading Slave to Love – Office Visit

Slave to love – Heat

Losing myself in the spin My hips carved into yours My thighs, elixir gelled My breath heavily lined by your lips Candy feels surround me Spicy swirl, cinnamon warmth Delicate twirl, sensuous thrill I feel you warm in doses of red Touches drip… drip… dripping honey Soulful gaze longing to be kissed Sultry vociferous hands … Continue reading Slave to love – Heat

Slave to Love – Falling

I weaken under the sky of his intense gaze.  The one that slices sexy every which way up between my... thoughts.  I take a breath just before collapsing into his arms, hypnotized by soft lingering daggers.  A tender cafuné leads to his devouring of my lips, quenching a hungry thirst.  My heart, imprisoned.  Flames ignite … Continue reading Slave to Love – Falling

A stuttering heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH541v-ouag Sometimes I feel like the world will collapse over me. Like I owe it something, but I don’t know what. I keep myself safe by saying little. Little of what is stinging me. I swallow it so as not to intrude on the happiness living out there, loudly, hurtfully. I don’t want to be … Continue reading A stuttering heart