Sweet serenade of my heart Like heated lips on the skin of my thigh Those brassy tones all soft and mellow Tender music of my lost soul Reaching out from the past To touch me on the morrow. Sweet notes that cascade and fall, And tumble Across my dreaming flesh like A soft caress That fills the void inside of That loving heart of yesterday. How my spirit aches in the present Longing for that tremor of sound That sigh That...
This story came to me after watching a episode of Supernatural, plus I LOVE the Wishmaster movies. So I thought 'WHAT THE HELL' let me give it a shot but I wanted to take go the NAUGHTY way with it.I woke up early on my day off climbing into the shower. I could feel like this was a great day to be alive (not knowing what is going to go down later in the day). Then making a very delicious breakfast eating slow enjoying eve...
