"yes, i know...."
You always see me as sweetness and purity and in some way a threat to your peace. Yet I know the impossibility of true danger due to distance and circumstances and obligation. All of these things make you safe and...
I am known for my sweetnessand perhaps some conventionalitybutyou push me beyond the edgesof my safe and sexy world.Your kisses are wet and wanderingandwonderful.Your tongue in my mouthbrings a rush of wetness and a swelling flowto my lower lips.But my...
I see stars and galaxies twinklingsparklingswirlingabove youas you kiss my shoulder.You would think I would close my eyesbut I cannot.As I feel your mouth move down my body--pausing at my breasts to bite and suck on pierced nipples made gloriously...
"a caring heart is always in peril"
on you I rest like a tiny shell on the tip of a sandy, wet fingertip at the beach..... it is a fearful thing, my dearest heart. this power you have over me is like breath that can blow that...
"i want it all.... in every way possible.... i want you."
Sweet moments of hands held and mouths touching.... the feel of you melting into me and me sliding into your arms. Where does one begin and the other end? I do not want to see the edge. Give me that...
"i love being from the south"
Pining is such an old fashioned word and yet, it is truly my experience. I rock on my front porch, fan myself languidly, and sigh. My desire is that you come sit beside me on my porch swing and hold...
"you turn on my girlie-juices ;-)"
Your touch is the catalyst that makes me wet with arousal and anticipation. The look on your face reveals your purpose. I laugh with joy as you separate my legs, put your open mouth over my puss and drink my...
"there are all kinds of magic"
Lying naked in the leaves outside the garden wall I hear strings and horns in the sound of the limbs blowing, the meandering creek and wind in hollow trees. Your voice sings the melody in a minor key speaking feelings...
"the storm is far away but still affects life and love"
The rhythm ofstormy surf meeting shorematches the beat of my heartas your handseeks out all my secrets.Your tonguepaints a starry nightover wet, shivering fleshas my legs spreadin welcome.My body begsfor the release you offer.Gauzy curtainsblowing in the heated breezecannot disguise...
"The invitation came several weeks ago and I carefully planned my strategy."
My neighbor's 20 year old son, Michael, is the most beautiful young man I have ever seen. He has dark, curly hair and big dimples. He has such an innocent face but I have watched when he is swimming and...