I’ve never lied.
I have never played a deceptive game about my dividing line.
It took scarcely a moment, at the most maybe two, before I knew in the pit of my stomach, in the marrow of my bones, in the wet and hungry heat screaming between my legs, there would be no fooling either one of us.
From our very beginning, from the utterance and the brilliance of the first few words growled from your lips with a ravenous possession, I knew you couldn’t – you shouldn’t – be duped into believing your seductive eroticism inspires anything but the craving for your irrational and urgent passion, the craving for the destruction of the line between my want and need.
Because with you, that line is fine.
Most days, it is nothing more than a delicate chain, a series of tantalisingly fragile links you could easily crush and destroy, even as you wind it – and me – with measure and precision around your finger, place us gently into your palm, reducing the space between your clothed form and my nakedness, between my breath and yours, between the rough kiss and the hollow of hips, between this melting softness and your raw hardness, between the woman of wanton strength and the submissive crying out to pleasure you on her knees.
Suddenly I want to cross lines I haven’t yet. 😉
Your gorgeous words are back, and the portrait is as stunning as ever. xx
And I definitely want you to cross them. 😉
Thank you for the amazing words, lovely. Your high opinion means a great deal… xx
It is a fine line, a tightrope walk, a delicate line, much like your own sensual delicateness.
That just might be one of the best compliments I’ve ever received…
It looks like a line well worth crossing. Sexy and sensual as always.
I’m very glad you think it worthy of traversing, Nick…
Your words pierce this heart
Calloused by losses suffered over time
This heart is dizzy, spinning off axis
Memories spill from this time last year,
of smiles and promise of the dream so near
This heart without warning was no longer lost
It purposefully travelled the trail not known
This heart was not lost, the seeds had been sown
It quickened its pace with an impatient stride
The dream vanished as he realized she lied
Your poetry is beautifully touching, James. But, it pains me to know the verse has been inspired by a lost moment and heartache.
I can only hope my own words have pierced you in a way that lets in a little light, a little faith, a little taste of a future that will forge happier memories…
‘Tis a fine line, if I do say so myself…
It is indeed…
as Vivibene1 said it’s lovely to read your words Minx. they have been missed. fortunately the pure brilliance of the photography and the absolutely overwhelming beauty of the subject keep me coming back time and again. and forget about you getting to your knees i imagine the complete opposite in that picture……..oh boy….. xx
If I can somehow entice you back with either the words or images (or the ideal combination of the two), I’ll forever be a very happy minx, obsessed…
Stunning! That is all! 🙂
Thank you! That’s nowhere near my (appreciative) all… 🙂
Wow…Hot..Hot…Hot!
I’m always more than happy to raise the temperature for you, Roger…
I believe you, Minx. Those curves of yours don’t lie… (wink) xo
They only speak the (desiring) truth and nothing but… 😉
xo
This is so beautiful, both the pictures and the words
I’m touched you think so highly of both…