I read your words Words that come from within Words which share your very presence Words that you allow to be seen Yet somehow I crave more I long to hear your voice , Words tumbling forth Your breath catching as you speak from the depth within I want to feel how your body moves In response to my direction How you quiver How you taste As my words cascade within you causing rain drops to spitter spatter Washing away th...
In this moment nothing will satisfy But you You know who you are So I want to live this moment Extravagantly You know what I want For in you, I come alive Anew When I close my eyes I feel your presence with me I can taste your scent on my palate The feel of your folds on my tongue My hands know the weight of your breasts When I whisper your name You sprinkle your raindrops from your core You are my extravagant p...
Through time and distancesand in your case other arms,we have become strangers,strangers who politely refuseto acknowledge each other.I would have not ended this, would not have betrayed you,would not have strayed from you,would not have left you at all.So so many memories flowand flood the solitude of hours,I have nothing else to tell you,you may have chosen well,you may have chosen badly,I care not now, you have chosen....
It seems like just yesterday you were here. Waiting for my morning phone beep to remind me you were near. Those conversations seem so distant yet so crystal clear. Now I am here waiting and you are nowhere near. Life happens when you least expect it they say. Things seemed so great between us; now all I can do is pray. For a safe and swift recovery to get you back to stay. Will we go back to how we were? It seems hard t...
I'd never thought it would end this, I'd never thought we would part, I never thought of time as an enemy, I'd never thought you would leave me. Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking, just to escape, just to hide, just to go. You did not know me that well, I guess, just one word would have been enough, my love and desire are not based on chains, those are just props for enhancing foreplay.
She. He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in her case, she glorified in them. S...
All afternoon the word "lesbian" jumped out unbidden to ambush my thoughts. At first, I seemed to glimpse it as if from far away and I shied from it, sick and frightened. But as the day wore on, it drew closer until I threw myself on the bed and sobbed in an agony of self-accusation. I cried until I was exhausted. In the calm that followed my shame, I thought of the kiss Sheri and I had shared that day, and the shame diss...
It was the neat deeply tanned legs that Dan Summers first noticed, standing with ten other passengers in the cable car climbing out of Zermatt up towards the Klein Matterhorn. Beyond the window, the bright midday sun lit up the green slopes dotted with blue gentian and gave a glow to the snow cladding the higher peaks. A couple below waved up at them. The tanned-legged lady turned her head to wave back. Dan glimpsed a fai...
She wrote about him all the time, she never mentioned his name again, she wrote about her love and her lust, she wrote not taking any needed breaks. She just wrote about her sadness, about his absence and her bereavement, she wrote to extract all from memories, to erase him from her suffering mind, she wrote to welcome solitude at last. Still, it was no use, her memory revived him, her time with him became stronger, he wa...
Living by proxyin your mind,with just the promiseof my surrender.Living by proxyin my own skin,with just the memoryof a few encounters.Living by proxyin a fleeting timewith just the solitudeleft by your absence.
In the old city of canals, of narrow winding streets, in the city of dark waters and bridges of mystery, there is a time when all stops and goes back to centuries ago... Trust me, in this beloved city I met you once, in times long gone, you loved me once and I let you go... I was foolish, still, I loved you so! In the old city of canals and bridges, you and I loved each other furiously, with a passion that burned like ic...
Stealthily Like a cat, She moved towards me slinking forwards One pace at a time. Silently She walked around me, Little by little Unraveling my Twisted need. Speedily Her smile Disarming me, Swaying to music She placed Next to my heart. Reaching out She caressed me, Wrapped herself Around me, Stirred me, Deeply. As the music Flowed We danced, My breath catching, Hoping I’m Not dreaming, My twisted soul Responding...
Diana’s skin tingled as she saw the lovely imposing frame of Remmy coming up to the front door. Quickly, she grabbed the picnic bag, checked her skirt, patted her curling black hair into place, and was at the front door before he reached for the bell. A wide smile creased his rugged face, and he gasped, “Wow, baby, you look so cool, and so keen. Give me the bag.” Diana returned his smile, but his appearance and demeanour...
I owe you wholeheartedly, with a high-interest rate, my most beautiful lines, my gut-wrenching poems, words like crystal goblets smashing against stone walls... stories drenched in love, stories hiding passionate joys, characters shaped and built to fit the city where we met, the city with the dark river and the old rusty bridges. Our city lost you to the world but regained me to bear witness of her everlasting changes, o...
She here, he there, victims of gremlin mists that hide their bodies from each other. lust and longing, are mysteries driven by a witch’s curse on their heated minds. aching, willing breasts, seen, but vaguely through a steamy veil. that shades too, the tumescent promise of rampant shaft or drizzling nectar of willing, needful crevice distance denies fingers, lips and tongues hot delights of touch and taste. they are refus...
