Your hands caress my rousing body And I feel your mouth Softly kiss a path to my waist.. Your breath washes me in  One.  Perfect.  Magic. And my arousal fills the room With invitation.  I dare not open my eyes  Because the sight of your tenderness  Will overwhelm me. Come love me.  Come bathe my soul. Come fill me with your perfection  Because there will  Never be  Another with the power  To make me see my true self  And...

. Water runs over stones Making its way down the trace. Flowing where it is meant to go. It cannot undo  The molecules of itself  Left behind on stones and soil. You are like that warm wetness  Flowing over the stones  That were once my heart Leaving words and hopes  Meant for another more perfect way... That path where  Your everything rests  All the time. The days flow over  My changing heart. Some of me drifts away  An...

.Every. Single. Sense. is aroused by the very thought of you. The sound of your voice or the sight of your hands, causes my heart to contract as if you are actually pressing and massaging this well of all hope. My body sings your song and simply feeling flesh caressing flesh as I walk increases my desire. There is no moment of peace because I want you. Please want me. I am worth it. ....

. Dreaming of your face Your mouth Your gentle laugh Has become an incompletion. This hunger draws me closer To the precipice And a nightmare of unwise wanting. Memories of sweetness Cannot feed my heart. I am torn in the effort To understand this silky binding That tethers me to Stony bareness, So near... So far. You draw away in the gloaming, In the violet hour, To the singing of your own heart. Seeking my own filling L...

Your warm breath presses close. Star-filled kisses fallOn a mouth openTo love you.Strong hands caress skin That sings your name, Your true name,Your heart name.Perfect joy flows between usAs you give me back my wings;Those iridescent flutterings That will bring me to youDay after day.What I feel is too deep for wordsSo my body speaks.My legs spread wide,The heady aroma of my desire Saying "Welcome home." .

I blush at your attention. You ask questions with your eyes. Your mouth Draws out truth By the quirk at its corner. There is music in my head As I wonder how you see me. But I will never risk What we say and are By asking for more, Even though I crave Your mouth, Your hand in mine, Your laughter in my ear......

Hopeful dreams draw me near. The thought of your hands  .....caressing, .....soothing, .....loving, Makes my mind race  Beyond wind-chased clouds. Is there something more than love That births dreams of beaches  And bodies heaving in sweaty contention? My fingertips slide over burning skin Pulling you into my  Warmest, Most welcoming  Imagining. Your voice sings a song of passion and peace  And dances me between tears and...

your hands caress and pull, showing me the power  of my feral desire for you. I beg you to fuck me,  to burn me alive, to melt my boundary walls,  to make me the thing you would choose. as your body enters mine and your mouth takes  all there is of me, I feel my life drain away to be replaced  by some unknown numbness. oh, the pump will continue to beat  and a voice that sounds like mine  will speak all the expected nicet...

just when I think I am finished, that I can move on, I hear you speak. once again I become a part of that pulsing river flowing warm and dark into itself. my heart longs for a rhythm that will never be again. and perhaps never was.. but dreams still call as I seek that kiss that will equally satisfy... that heart that knows mine and thinks it is full of magic.. a most grievous realization soon comes. wherever else I give...

the night is dark, the bed is warm but lonely. my fingers slide inside my panties to softly stroke. my thoughts are all of you...that quirky, solemn mouth,your words flowing over melike warmth and laughter,little touches of time and tenderness.what I want is to feel YOUR fingers serving my body in the same way mine slide up and downto tease my slit...whorls and ridges rolling across meto feel my moans and my shallow breat...

i must be very careful as we speak of daily things to hide myself in the contents of my words. I can never seek any deeper connection or ask for more than today. the boundaries are clear. as you bring passion to my wanton body and stroke my heart with your erect weapon, I must not need you. there is only desire here, heat for the moment, a most excellent fuck. you give me your cum but that is all there will be. I must NEV...

your hands flow across my body resting as they reach my ribs. your breath kisses my collarbone then my neck.... I feel your face form a smile and I know you are here to worship. small, wet tattoos are drawn by the tip of your tongue as you make your way down down down. your cheeks brush my breasts softly, tenderly, and my heart moans. your fingers brush under each ripe and luscious mound and my nipples become erect, the j...

here I am, a pale desperation,when your passion prefers the dark and exotic, the scent of campfiresand the sound of music that stirs your blood with whispers of more to come. here I am,a sweet longing...loved and cosseted but never quite enough to satisfy at any moment...all magnolias and jasmine and everyday china... no one truly special. here I am,a heartfelt murmur waiting for those drops of gentle touches across my op...

I awoke to the feeling of your warm body wrapped around meand the rhythm of your regular breathingruffling my hair.I felt so safe at that moment.Memories returned of a different sort of breathing as your body blanketed mineand your strong, erect length invaded me. Hands grasped at my tenderest spots bruising, possessing, owning every inch. Your kisses were drugging.Your voice a vibration that stirred my whole body to open...

my mouth is pouty today..... an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner, to whisper wicked and shocking things as you smile your teasing smile, to make love to my heart. will you come close to me and know the texture of my lips as you breathe me into your soul? your hand slides up my arm tracing its length as lightly as a butterfly's wings. your fingers caress my throat as your other hand rests at m...