You live in the sigh, in this body’s rapturous arc, in the yearning buried deep in my bones, in the flutter, in the rush, in the softness of this skin and the dripping violence between my legs, in the gleam that prickles this flesh each time your voice comes flooding back, in the night before as I open this woman to these primal desires, as I drench and tangle and knot the sheets on my bed, in the morning after when I invariably hunger, when these lips long to know, long to know you, long to dress you in scarlet smudges, in teasing caresses, in long deep passionate kisses.
FOLLOW THE MINX
I am very partial to silhouettes and I think I have a new favorite image of yours. The complimentary bends in your elbow and knee are fantastic.
That’s lovely of you to say so – thank you, Ella…
Looks like the footlights of the stage are just on the other side of the curtain. This is a performance I would enjoy seeing!
Then pull up a chair, Os. The next show’s on in ten…
you’re right, babe, your bottom is magnificent…in all dimensions…
Oh my… *sigh*
Thank you, babe…
“live in the sigh” and sigh I did. I don’t know why but my initial interpretation of the picture was one of sadness…. the view as you get up and leave…. looking forward to you coming back already though. and loved the “scarlet smudges” line. another gorgeous peach of a post….. in more ways than one.
The peaches and I are happy we can inspire your own sighs, new admirer. Very happy, in fact…
that makes 2 of us.
Minx, such a grand visage to be greeting the morning light,truly you outshine the morning sun and leave me with such a hunger I would be back for seconds.
Since you indulge me with such wonderful words, the least I can do is offer you seconds and thirds, SSir…
Easily one of the most beautiful images you’ve yet shared. Well done.
It’s so wonderful to see you around these parts again, Jack. I’m absolutely tickled you think so highly of this piece…
I’ve thought highly of it several times since it was posted, actually. 😉
Sometimes it’s difficult to read your words, because the image consumes me. I don’t like to admit it, I want to be above that, but sometimes the sight of your body distracts me so bad that I can’t focus on the words.
I’m sure they’re beautiful and erotic; all I know is that I want to run my hand down your bum, and then down your leg. And back up to your back.
I promise I won’t stop there; I couldn’t if I wanted to.
So sexy!
Even though the words are very important to me, I think I can cope with your distraction by my body and images, especially when you confess such delicious desires, VL.
So… Touch me, don’t stop, sate your hunger, unleash it all upon me. And once you’re spent, once you need nothing more than rest, I’ll tie you to the bed and whisper each and every word into your burning flesh…
My initial impulse was to respond that you won’t have to tie me down, I’ll listen quite willingly.
The problem is that the words, combined with your proximity, would set me off anew and you might not get to finish. The words are always erotic enough; hearing them in your voice would definitely be something to behold. I’m sure you’d notice me beginning to rise, straining toward the source of the sultry sounds…
very well said!
I couldn’t agree more…
Such a divinely sculptured, rapturous arc.. is in dire need of a Noah I’d suggest. And I’m really good with animals!
Then you’re the perfect candidate because this bad little kitten needs to be tamed, bhp…
(PS Don’t forget the restraints…)