I curse the dreams that bring you back to me, the reverie so vivid I wake with the taste of you upon my
lips, with the echo of your scent and heat and the trembling sensuality of your kiss, with the lover’s
markings on my vulnerable skin, with the intimate flesh that forever calls for our deep
perfecting fusion, for your hard and thick and gleaming completion.
FOLLOW THE MINX
A true lady doesn’t curse.
Yes, she does. With judicious wantonness, with discerning sensuality…
you complete me, gleamingly.
Your gleam is my dream…
While being the dreamer may be a curse, I would much rather be cursed than to not see your vision.
That’s such sweet, delectable music, SSir…
My dreamers curse: Being so taken aback by that little black slip hitting the floor as you approach me, that I’m startled awake.. Try desperately as I may, i can never fall back to continue. (How violently I curse!)
Oh, to have you whisper and scream those curses into my fair skin, my aching flesh, Bhp.
On this score, this girl will forever dream…
Sometimes it seems like the dreams will never end, doesn’t it?
It does, VL. Sadly, it does…
I think we’re having the same dreams….
Gorgeous, as always.
Then we should meet in the middle, in the ether, in visions filled with touch and laughter.
Thank you, dear Max…
Your words how they captivate me as well as your sultry picture…
xox
You’re so good to me, sweet thing – thank you… xo