"She is his and he is coming for what is his."
From that moment onward Iona sought out this Russ called Long Sword. The images he had spun created a need so great that she could physically feel the man she wanted most. With Iona’s exhaustive imagination, she could feel Kieren’s...
"Life is not poetry."
You my love are so well read. And, you read me like no other. I was print Now I am the curls and curves of script Written across the sky. The words you speak reach out to me, As the...
"And we dance..."
First There is restlessness A breeze across leaves Embers of need The glow of desire Crying for release Random notes Rhythms gathering A song just beyond my reach A humming I can’t quite place Couplets form You watch me I...
"His needs are specific. She is his and he is coming for what is his."
Iona was not sure how long she laid there. A pain in her chest made breathing exhausting. This pain moved through her body till everything ached. Tears were never a general thing with her; she cried till empty. This was...
"You are my fantasy."
Come to me in my dreams My love In the night If you can For there I lie in the darkness With open arms Thighs Heart and kisses To be taken by What my hands reach for But are not...
"She was no Cinderella, but there were moments when..."
It felt like everything, every firm plain and sexy curve could be seen. Yet, she did not feel exposed or bared to the world. The suggestion was so subtle to the curious eye. The dress created desire, but actually revealed...
"His need is specific. She is his woman. And, he is coming for what is his."
When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy...
"There are no witnesses to that heightened moment of self awareness."
It is what the eye sees when it closes, what's behind the drawn lids. It is when the senses heighten and the dampness of heat can be felt by the fine hairs on the surface of your skin --hairs that...
"Some myths say that a Succubus was once an angel whose heart was broken."
He wants to save me With his sweetness Envelope me In the warmth of his love He sees a bird, rare A broken wing A hidden spirit Lost Caught in the fear Of possible flight With his prayers And the...
"Sometimes you get exactly what you pay for."
Sidney had no poker face. So, she had done the one and only other thing that could possibly explain why she was glowing and unable to stop smiling. She went shopping.“I’m home,” she called out, laughing at how she must...