If you spied me from your vantage, if you found me framed high in this picture window,
would you let your gaze linger, would you wonder lust for the taste, the ache,
the bend, the break, the sensation of my naked body pressed in tight?

Let there be fire.
Let there be light.
Let there be pleasure, passion and bliss.

~o~

Wishing you all a safe, happy and sexy holiday season.

~Minx x

And when you touch me, the pleasure ripples
across every inch of my body, marks my
sensual and wanton desire indelibly.

Bring me your hands.
And the stories they ache to write upon my skin.

I miss summer’s sun
drenched mornings, your hard
heat buried deep inside my ravenous flesh.

Lost and alone in the ice storm,
searching and reaching for the man,
the hands that will bring me in from the cold.

Double the fire.
Double the need.
Double the trouble.

You cannot know the way
I want, the way I need
until you touch me.

Lover,

I can hear it. I can hear them.

Even as the world beyond begins to wake. Even as the soundtrack of the new day winds its way into the space between these four walls.

The silent cries of the tangled sheets of snow yearning to bear the marks of your ravenous lust.

The low moans of the mahogany borders ready to imbibe our sweat and screams and molten heat.

The disappointed sigh of a bed that aches to feel your imposing weight, your dominant touch, your crazed desire for supple flesh.

I hear their longing and I feel it, understand it, in my body and blood and bones.

And when I do, I wish you here with us all once more.

A look, a word, a touch. The switch flicked. My mind and desire taken from demure to wanton in three short beats, each gesture melting away my reticence and modesty, spreading me shamelessly wide open to our erotic game. With every sensual thought and carnal fantasy growled from your lips, my
body cries its hunger, my scarlet need drips its craving for revelation, for consummation, for my tongue on your burnished heat, for the grind of your hips, for the taste of our ravenous kiss, for your seed buried deep, for your breath as it etches pathways across this fair skin to my most licentious and sinful want.