If I press these fingers to my lips, if I hush the lone sweet sigh, if I silence the thoughts, the tumble of words, if I surrender my soul to the quiet, will this light fade to black, will this desire cease its blush, its course, its flow, will this obsession, this beguiling devastation, leave me at long last alone?
Lover
Lay your hands upon me
Spare me nothing
Of your depths, of your desire
End this suffering
The wait so long and lonely
This yearning
That taunts me in the night
It is only once he groans in pleasured anguish, once his hips buck to feed his thick hard flesh ever deeper, once he gasps and unconsciously wonders out loud if he’ll ever feel my sweet cunt again does my mouth stop its lustful assault, my tongue raking along the soft skin of his shaft one final time to scoop up the pearl nestled in his head, before I straddle his thighs and bear my slight body down to give him the blistering heat of my slick needy sex.
Be mine
As the setting sun tints our skin
Be mine
As the summer heat draws us close
Be mine
As the glisten, the glow fuse this flesh together
Be mine
As my kiss, my touch, my hunger meets yours
Be mine
Be mine
Just one last time
May this New Year
Hold you close
Hold you tight
Keep you safely in its palm
Bathe you in its golden lustre
Its passion, love and warmth
Wishing you all a very happy, prosperous and cheeky 2012
~Minx x
Baby
For us
This isn’t the end
It’s merely the beginning
(click)
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s
gorgeous players and his special post bidding HNT a very fond farewell.
And on a more personal note, Thank you, Os. It’s been an honour, a pleasure and a blast…)
As the humidity rises up, choking the purity of the air, its gleaming trace prickling her skin, her body calls out for him, reaches out to him, piercing the light, drinking in shadows, hungry for its opposite, its complement, the lure of him, his flesh, his hardness, his scent, his touch too great, too vast, too devastatingly addictive to resist.
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
In the forgetting, in the act of extinguishing our fire,
in the struggle to rid my body of its erotic longings, its carnal addiction,
it is the shutter’s click, it is this sweet yet cruel apparatus that serves as a reminder of you.
This brand new day
This sepia dawn
Makes little sense
Without you near
Pressed in tight
Pressed in close
Our bodies bound together
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
Don’t
Hold yourself afar
Don’t
Hover a moment longer
For
I want, I crave
Need
Your sweet perfecting touch
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
