It is only once your eyes, your lips, your hands are upon me, revealing my secrets, the mysteries of my most intimate flesh, it is only once we are joined here together, man plus woman, skin on skin, sex in sex, it is only once you bathe me in your heat, your sweat, your libations, your essence, your shimmering afterglow, does this want, this need, this lustful passion of mine make any sense.
Caressed
By the sun
Witness
To its light
Reborn
In the glory
Marvelling
At this day
At this sweet life
And as I float away
On this platinum sea
To that distant plane
My otherworldly reverie
It’s always you
Hand outstretched
Waiting there for me
This brand new day
This sepia dawn
Makes little sense
Without you near
Pressed in tight
Pressed in close
Our bodies bound together
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Don’t
Hold yourself afar
Don’t
Hover a moment longer
For
I want, I crave
Need
Your sweet perfecting touch
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Dress me
In the fabric of your passion
In the cloth that bears your heady scent
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The platinum summer rays tenderly envelope the curves stilled by slumber, the crisp cotton leaving its own unique and intimate trace. Yet in her dreaming, it is her lover’s light, which swathes her fairness, it is his maddening touch, his butterfly kiss, his blissful heat, which possesses her, which sets her free.
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I shed the veil
Of the past, of the wounds, of the limits that once contained me
I shed the veil
Through the word, through the deed, through the expression of my desire
I shed the veil
To embrace the mind and the body, to enfold the woman rising up inside me
I shed the veil
From this skin, from this flesh, for the man I crave to kiss and hold and taste
I shed the veil
Every moment, every day, every month of this past year
I shed the veil
For me, you, for us, my lone and collective witness
I shed the veil
On the femme, on the vamp, on the minx, cheeky, dark and light
I shed the veil
I shed my veil
And at long last
I am released, recovered, reborn
She stretches out languorously, foot reaching for the curtain, flooding the bed with soft autumnal daylight. While her body continues to hum from the morning’s decadent play, she soaks up the gentle morning warmth increasingly aware of the renewed intensity rising up inside her.
Requiring more, desiring more, needing to feel the weight of his body bearing down upon her once again, his silky hardness penetrating her heat, she slides her leg back down and across the bed. Her glistening cunt now spot lit in the glow, she patiently awaits his return.
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