A tease of tender flesh, glimpsed at first, revealed inch by delicious inch - soft, pristine skin, smooth to the touch. Grazing fingertips bring an aching sigh from your throat. Satin fabric eased lower, revealing supple curve and a hint of pink. Fingers exploring, my head dipping lower, tracing lips over those curves, flesh yielding to silent kisses.
Fingers tug lower, baring you to me fully, revealing your fullness, the weight of your breast, tipped with tender bud, high and tight with anticipation. Lips caress skin, tongue teases around and over yearning nipple, bringing a gasp from your lips, your hands in my hair, seeking, pressing. Kisses grow deeper and longer, tongue flicking over that hard bud, feeling the aftershocks reverberate through your body, pressed tight against mine, shudders in time with your quickening breath, with the melody of your moans.
I lick, I kiss, I suck. You beg for more, feeling my own arousal pressed hard against you. You know it will be deep inside you soon…but not yet. For now, my lips explore, my tongue teases, my mouth devours - seeing just how close to the edge I can bring you. Seeing who will tumble over into ecstatic oblivion first.
Down the path, covered now with,
Decomposing Alder leaves that,
Have the appearance of fine,
Belgian lace. He crossed over,
The same brook several times.
A mocking bird kept his company.
Alone, with a diffused sun,
That just couldn’t break the,
Overcast sky and thick canopy,
Of trees on…
you, here with me on these jagged rocks,
and in the fog that lays across this bay.
down i walked this path to find you,
holding again this candle, drawing me like a moth to flame.
i’ve warned myself a million times,
but like a tide that pulls these waters out,
i’ve no control of the force you possess.
imagine wrapping her in a strand of pearls?
knowing that only a thin piece of silk holds her.
and that she could easily burst the bind…
but she doesn’t.
perhaps delicate bondage is the ultimate bondage.