The lands of untamed beauty so close to my fair city, they burn, engulfed in soaring flames, savagely reduced to ash and dust and smoke that finds its way here to me, that suffocates the ether, that morphs the sun and transforms its golden rays into streaks of the cruellest platinum.
Bathed in this blistering heat, in this false and unforgiving luminosity, I ache for the loss; my heart shatters at the devastation. And yet, I wait now, bare and exposed and alone, my skin gleaming with the sheen, shivering in fevered want, needing, hungry for the ruin of our own unique blaze, the fire my body refuses to forget and erase, the sensual softness of your touch and the sweet violence of your flesh as you open and take and possess me, as you consume my very soul, as you kiss these lips, giving life, taking breath, as you slide yourself deep inside me, my cunt clutching and flooding, fingers and nails scratching and drawing the blood that thunders through your veins, your hips thrusting the force of man into my feminine fragility, the thick hard cock that knows me and perfects me, fucks me and devours me, marks me and fills me until I come, until I break, until I cry out like an anguished animal on the brink of defeat.
Mmmmmm, luv the pic and the ideas your words bring to my head!
You know how I adore inspiring those thoughts, James…
sounds like you need hosing down
I do. But only with a hose that is up to the task…
As a boy, I used to play with matches, but I never had thoughts/visions like these! It’s good to be old!
Os, you can light my fire any day…
Cheeky, you are beautiful :*
phoenix, you are gorgeous… :*
In the Platinum Rays of the Sun maybe. but your talents shine far brighter. both words and picture just Stunning.
The only thing shining bright right now is my smile, thanks to your gorgeous words, new admirer…
Definitely one of my favorite images! The sunlight illuminating your beautiful figure, the hair cascading over your shoulder, your delicate, kissable flesh – if ever a photograph inspired all-out desire, it is this one.
And your words! How I long to be “the thick hard cock that knows [you] and perfects [you], fucks [you] and devours [you], marks [you] and fills [you] until [you] come…” (Yes, I get paid by the bracket.)
– Jack
Does it inspire “all-out desire”, Jack? The only way I can be certain is up close and personal.
So… bracket away, be excessive with that form of punctuation, get handsomely paid and buy your seat on the big jet plane…
We live in a strange world. People all over the world can read your words and see your images, and desire to be the one you’re writing about, but… they’re not. If we could control and aim our desires better, we’d be happier as a race.
It is a beautiful picture, by the way, I echo the others who are complimenting you on it.
It is a strange world, VL. There’s a woman on the southern side of the globe, so far she may as well live amongst the stars, who makes love to the lens, who dips into the ink of her soul with her pen, who aches with longing and lust for the one man beyond the reach of her touch.
If I could channel this desire, redirect its libidinous force, I’d be happier too. But for now, this is me. And at this very moment, I find true comfort in your gaze, your thoughts, your understanding, and your always generous words…
The shadow flowing up your sternum reaching and into your arm is beautiful!
I adore that particular shadow as well, Ella. Thank you…
I echo your loss.. every word..
As if you wrote it for me.
Oh, LadyinParis. I now ache for us both. But in some small way, I find a true and heartfelt consolation in your sensitivity, in your understanding.
I can only hope your sense of loss passes swiftly, leading to you to joy, to better, brighter things…
May both of our yearnings be short lived.
Minx how your images stir me and that fire; that fire that can only be quenched by stoking the flames
Stoke them, incinerate our flesh, reduce us both to ash and dust…