Body straining Spine arching Raking fingers Down my body. A probing tongue Hot and wet Seeking my centre My pleasure. Trembling thighs And clenching hands Gripping hair Soft moans and gasps. Steal my breath And push me higher Thrust and...
as always
Playing with words, Like the strings of an instrument, What fine melody will you weave in my heart When that music wafts softly Across forever And touches a soul That yearns for release. Do you ever think, That you create...