Come to me
Come here to me
Hear my whispers
Heed my pleas

Come to me
Come here to me
Melt into this velvet fire
This hungering need

Come to me
Come here to me
Lose yourself in woman
In desire darkly divine

Come to me
Come here to me
Come make me yours
Come make yours mine

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

She notices their fast stride easing to a meandering gait once they spy her up high on the small balcony. Even though she continues to busy herself taking no obvious interest, she can not help but smile slyly at the flirtatious laces and gauzes of ivory and blushing pink, at the seductive silks and satins of ebony and midnight black which have caught their attentions so effortlessly.

With the suspender belts and stockings, corsets, panties and brassieres dripping their perfect diamond droplets in the glittering sun, her mind drifts to other men, to another man, to the man whose erotic desires are fuelled by these very garments, to the man whose eyes have lingered upon the lines drawn tight across her reclining body, to the man whose digits have fingered the fine mesh then pulled the gusset aside to sink his hard naked cock into her voracious sex, to the man whose hands possess her hips while he fucks her with deep thrusting strokes that cause her to cry out, to call out his name over and again.

And as she ponders the man and his alluring flesh, the light breeze in her hair, the autumnal sun warming her skin, her throbbing cunt drips and floods and soaks yet another lacy wonder with the precious glisten of her pervasive lust.

She waits. He lingers.
The blinding sun a spot on the indulgent midday pleasure.

She waits. He lingers.
Her body poised for the exotic, for the voyeuristic gaze.

She waits. He lingers.
His eyes languidly mapping skin and curves, taut lines of diaphanous ebony.

She waits. He lingers.
The air thick, the walls pulsing with the desire coursing their veins.

She waits. He lingers.
Her quickening breath, her liquid glisten betraying urgent fleshly passions.

She waits. He lingers.
His lust now rumbling, his hardness straining for freedom and capture willing.

She waits. He lingers.
A sly smile curving her lips full and soft and eager.

She waits. He lingers.
A groan of impatient gliding metal sounding in the quiet.

She waits. He lingers.
Her whispered pleas edging him ever closer.

She waits. He lingers.
His shattered stasis a pawn in their teasing game.

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Tonight
I care little for the future
Tonight
It is not your forever I desire
Tonight
I hunger only for your present
To melt
Into your flesh
To stoke
The flames of your fire

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She walks into his touch, his kiss
Needing the scalding burn, the heat
Uncaring of the scars
The marks upon her skin
Longing only to feel the spin
The delirious desiring force
Longing only to feel the union
Reducing flesh to earth, to ash, to dust
Longing only to feel the strength
The man against her woman
Longing only to feel, to feel, to feel

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Believe me
Trust me
When I whisper
When I press this gossamer softness to you
When I reach out for the flesh, the man before me
I am here
To soothe, to sate, to offer
I am here
Your seclusion, refuge, haven

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Gazing out onto the thundering summer storm, her reverie takes her to another time, another place, another age of men where the voracity of her passion, the nuances of her femininity, the intricacies of her heart, mind and body, her very soul, are craved, caressed and loved.

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May 2011 shine its light
Healing, loving
Prosperous and bright

To all my readers, consuming in the light, devouring in the dark,
I wish you a very Happy (and cheeky) New Year.

~Minx x

With each new dawn
It is your name on my lips
It is your body on my mind
It is your passion coursing through my veins

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)