Tell me, is this the arrangement
you had in mind when you
offered me a seat?

Once the night blankets the city, my thoughts turn to you.

My body turns to you.

Its coordinates set to yearn for your touch. Its curves reaching through these foreign streets and spaces for your north, your heat, your need.

Come to me as the dawn is breaking, as my need is whispering your name.

28 days
until you feel
my sensual kiss and
molten need once again

Lover, ease the net down
then meet me
halfway.

The dawn breaks; its sensual destruction caressing your skin, softly teasing the ache, your intensifying yearning for the kiss of his mouth and the touch of his skin and your bodies bound as one.

The dawn breaks; your need and longing overwhelming, your body and soul reaching out to intimacy’s call.

On the high of
Our desire
We float

The hunger for a taste
Of your skin and kiss and flesh
It haunts me in dreams and waking

In velvet shadows and shimmering light, I am woman, I am one
with every breath and pulse, sensual yearning and wanton craving,
with the very moment and each phase of my creation.

(noun)
1. The inflection: in his voice just before he presses his lips to my sultry sighs and wet hunger.

(verb)
2. The reveal: of my wanton need once his hard flesh guides me to the carnal darkness in the light.