Engulfed Sexual heat Blurred lines Entangled Our bodies Immersed Fluid motions Keeping rhythm Inside me Electric air Kinetic energy Pulsing need Primal Vulnerability Sexual ecstacy
Tag: Erotica
To be Kissed
My hands clasp yours our warm palms press together fingers entwine my eyes say I dare you you call my bluff pressing me back into
To be Kissed
My hands clasp yours our warm palms press together fingers entwine my eyes say I dare you you call my bluff pressing
Scent of Jasmine (revisited)
Curves call me across the room beg my palms to travel slowly languidly across your terrain Scent of jasmine permeates the air my brain
Balance
I have been struggling this week with the lines between free speech and hate speech; art and pornography and/or gratuitous violence. It is a line
To be Kissed
My hands clasp yours Our warm palms Pressed together Fingers entwined My eyes say I dare you You call my bluff Pressing me
Scent of Jasmine
Your curves call me From across the room Begging my palms To travel languidly Across your terrain Your scent is jasmine Filling my nose,
To be Kissed
My hands clasp yours Our warm palms Pressed together Fingers entwined My eyes say I dare you You call my bluff Pressing me
Persimmon kisses
Persimmon kisses Awake tactile sensation Skin flows against skin Your lips undo me I am a melting glacier Swept up in your tide
