Category: Erotica
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
Dreamscape
The breeze carries the whisper of my name an unknown voice of longing calling me from slumbers beckoning me into unfamiliar dreamscapes I cannot
Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking
Waking Dreams (revisited)
Your eyes haunt me as I wander in this waking dream the way you look at me the way you look into me seeing everything
