The tension between Russ and Iona was subtle and hardly detectable by others. To dwell on what had occurred was advantageous to no one. Of course, there was nothing that escaped the eyes of Brenna. She saw the looks and noticed the new formality between the two. The first moment of opportunity found Brenna scolding Long Sword.   “I hope that you are satisfied with your betrayal, to both Iona and to the brother you love. M...

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 resting on top of her. The press of his awe-inspiring body against the softness of hers felt real—skin on skin, moist from exertion. Behind her closed eyes, she could actually feel his hands sq...

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 movement of your lips hypnotize. Your heart’s sound next to mine Creates a loss of memory. I can feel nothing but The letters your tongue forms Against the delicate surface that is my skin. You dipped into me slowly.We became a poem. Your spok...

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 blush You wink I smile Feeling the whip of the wind I am a tree swaying A prelude Verses part clouds My hand grows warm within yours Your lips taste mine The melting of my heart With heat comes condensat...

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 worse than physical abuse; that could only break her back. This broke her spirit. Her spirit was her only pride. To her it had value. There were no memories without it. She clung to it. Her spirit was the...

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 allowed to touch At this moment You have me completely Every breath that I take Leaves me and enters you Pauses are induced By the continual movement  Of your repeated ingress When you withdraw My body moans Retracts To hold tightly As much of yo...

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 nothing. It was definitely expensive, the feel and look of the fabric made it obvious. The way it perfectly laid on her body made it work. It screamed class but whispered sexy. The muted color of the lon...

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 that it offered. A good fight in the heart of battle had always brought him great pleasure, great glory. That was where he belonged. Now, she was the only true delight of his heart, a respite from this world’s cruelties....

There was not a lot of people on the floor in the small area designated for dancing. After all, it was more of a bar designed for socializing. The area was barely even lighted. Alaina loved to dance. So when the guy that had definitely held her attention for most of the night asked her to dance, with that teasing smile of his, she did not hesitate. Before she knew it, she was grinding against him slowly in sync with the m...

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 stand and fall at their own bidding.  Small sounds reach from behind the obvious and whisper in your inner ear.  The words are in code,  but your heart remembers the echo of the womb.It slows to a rhythm that is truly yours....

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 touch of his hands  An infusion of his spirit  The curve of his smile  The music in his voice  The feel of his heart  Beating next to mine  As he leads me in this dance  And I begin to depend on  The strength of his arm...

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 look--kicking at the heavy, ornate door in an attempt to close it while balancing on the other foot. The delicate sound of her own voice echoed off the walls of the entry way and up the winding staircase. T...

I don't know when the daysBecame so long,And yet not long enough.When evening comesDarkness falls.Now,I face youAnd you face me,Still with a desire so strongThat the air hums between us.It used to scream.But now it only whispers,With the accumulationOf responsibilities.We share this bed. Still,While deep in my dreams,My body is aware of you.By instinct it searches you out,A subconscious need,An undeniable simmering.It has...

My body is overheatedI am dripping melanin and honeyMy darkness bright and glisteningAgainst your skinAching for your tongueThe pull of your lipsThe bite of your teethHot like lava pouringRed and burningWith a heat that generates From my very centerReaches out to claim youAnd electrifiesWhere your hands touchWhere your fingers feelWhere my body tightensAround youNo audible soundsCan relay this that takes over meAlthough I...

Now,That you have made love to me,Why do you withdraw?My light in this sea of darkness,That which flows around meAnd that which flows within,Why do you speak of endingsWhen this is our beginning?Why do you issue warnings,Add addendums to explainThat which is you?You and I need no excuses,No apologies,No confessions.Do you not knowThere are no soulsRecognizable,Standing on their own,That are not damaged In some shape or fo...