The hat?
It stays put.
But every other thread is negotiable.

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

Let me be
The pink
The state of your purest pleasure

Let me be
The one
The temptress in your mirror

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Tell me
Show me
The way to relinquish, to resist you
The way to stop the lingering need to press your body close

Tell me
Show me
The way to deny the ache, the maddening yearning
The way to refuse my flesh as it calls you with each new dawn

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

Although her demeanour calm and the slide of the snug denim measured, her breath quickens, heart races, her sex beats its slick, steady pulse at the thought of his powerful hand stroking the aroused flesh, at the thought of his voyeuristic gaze drinking in her near nakedness from across the thinly curtained way.

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

If only these eyes could gaze
Behold you
If only these lips could kiss
Caress you
If only this body could feel
Know you
I would ask, I would want, I would need
No more
Or no other

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You
Shatter my control
Splinter my resolve
With a breath
With a glance
With the touch of whispering fingers
With an ease that strips my body
With a seduction that bares my sexual soul

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

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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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…)

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