In this room, in these clandestine spaces on high, the cityscape framed in glass cool, clear and brazen.
It is now I need you most.
Within these four walls, the ultimate stage for our fusion, for the possession of this flesh as you press my rose-peaked breasts into our grinding reflection, your thick shaft dripping with a hunger at one with the molten heat between my thighs, and our eyes searching, searching, between each furious and animal thrust, for the veiled and desiring gazes that will feast on the vision, our unbridled exhibition.
While some may say the window offers a nice view of the cityscape the true beauty is found on the inside. Stunning photo Minx
Oh… What a wonderful thing for you to say, JB…
I need to move to the big city…
Damn straight.
The city is all sharp angles
designed to imprison and cut
but she is all curves
designed for freedom and the
desire to caress x
Thank you for the lovely poem, fridayam.
I’ve been told I am designed for much, much more. 😉
Oh to be one of “…the veiled and desiring gazes that will feast on the vision…”.
Great sensual photo.
Look up. Jetosh. You never know your luck…
I will look up & may have to pack my binoculars (or my camera with a good zoom lens) whenever I go to a high rise hotel from now on. Although now that I have written that out it does sound kind of creepy.
I look forward to reading your words. I marvel at your stories and your linking of words and the way you handle them so appropriately.
Those words give inspiration to recall sights, smells, and tastes, and, to share better the verbal part of intimacy.
Here’s to more years of you doing what you do so well.
And, here’s to your muse to continue inspiring.
Salute.
That’s truly wonderful to hear, Lou.
Since this is your very first comment, please allow me to welcome you properly to my Cake and thank you for the gorgeous feedback on this post and on my work from the past eight years.
I’m crossing my fingers that my words will – in some small way – always help you recall the intoxicating sights, sounds and tastes of erotic intimacy.
Curves and lines
escaped in the middle of a crowded city
Alone, with millions within reach
A hunger, in a world of food
A thirst, as I swim in the ocean
I feel very lucky to have inspired your very erotic piece, Advizor.
If it’s any consolation, I often feel the very same way about my hunger and thirst…
I’ve just discovered your blog. Beautiful work!
Welcome, Edwin! I hope you keep enjoying… 🙂
WOW! As always, exquisite imagery and erotic eloquence. Thank you
How you flatter me, Ian. And for that flattery and your gorgeous words, I am always thankful…