Your palms remember warm silk of my skin when they travel the contours of my curves and edges Your lips remember my coffee scented kiss
Category: Erotica
Skin (revisited)
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
Royal Decree
Amethyst desire Shimmered on her skin, beckoned Him ever closer He knelt at her feet Pleasure her royal decree His honor to serve
After
Our breathing is still rapid, labored, but starting to calm. Your hands are entwined with mine above my head. Your lips look bruised from our
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
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
