It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English
Category: Erotica
Bodies at Rest and Motion
I have always loved the first time with a new lover the sense of adventure discovery experiencing their skin for the first time unclothed vulnerable
Shelter
you are liquid warmth on long frosty nights you are soft whisper in a world that shouts you are gentle touch in a room of
Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your
Obsession #2
you were my obsession or was I yours? when my ego was its all-time low you told me I was attractive sexy funny interesting irresistible
Our Banquet
the world can feel a deprivation chamber silent cold comfortless our bed a place of abundance private banquets served where we shall taste with our
The Taste of Citrus
silken black blindfold covers eyes feel your thumb tracing my bottom lip ‘open up’ you say I hesitate only briefly before I obey tongue and
Falling
I stand before you more naked more stripped down than I have ever been vulnerable unsteady I have always thought falling in love would be
White Flag
your mouth is so close that I can feel the warmth of your breath smell your last cup of coffee we have been circling each
