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

At the day’s dark end, at its quietly lit beginning,
all I crave, all I truly desire is passion, love, the one to embrace,
the man to behold, his body to caress, skin to kiss, lips to trace, this soul to know.

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

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(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…)

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…)

Outside
The rain comes down
The winds they howl
But the fire it burns
Inside

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Dress me
In the fabric of your passion
In the cloth that bears your heady scent

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

Kiss these lips
Feed them your flesh, your secrets
Whisper into them desire
The cravings you long for in the night

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

Against
This wall
This time
This bricks and mortar distance
I can not scale
I can not tame
I can not break into sweet soft yielding threads
I am nothing
But fire and blood and longing
I am nothing
Without your flesh to hold, indulge, to take

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

These tips, these hands, these fingers, they do nothing but incite the riot, they do nothing but remind me of your sweet, possessing touch, they do nothing but flood my body with the ache, your kiss, our hunger, they do nothing but recall the man I crave and need too much.

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