it begins with a caress.......

lost in thought....
imagine my eternal caresses
softly alighting upon the back of your neck
as you walk alone
stirred by longing.



lost in thought...

imagine my warm soft lips
kissing you with gentle flirtatious wisps
tickle touch arousal of tempting flicker nips
as you walk alone
stirred by longing.

pulled out of your lost thoughts...
imagine feeling my knowing hands
exploring your waist
my fingers rimming the top of your worn jeans
tucking in my tips to tantalize
as you slow to a halt

as you look at me....
imagine my whispering breath
close to your ear
words spilling quiet desires
which feed your fantasy
as my fingers tuck deeper,
flirting to touch you
as your body moves in close to mine.
with a warm wiggle...

as you express your thoughts...
imagine feeling my breasts pressed against your body
as I wrap my arms around you,
letting my hands explore and caress
letting my mouth open onto yours.
i can feel your heat expand, your need stiffen

it delights me....it awakens a lustful stirring between my legs

And as we continue to melt into our heat, rubbing against one other into a frothy command we cannot ignore, we step behind the bushes to release ourselves into an abandoned fuckrollicking frenzy of pulsating comings of hot spills. Will you drench me with your streaming heat?

white shadow

i spend time amongst the haunted

where broken shards rise to protect the other's

story of abandonment?

ethereal wisps which hold memory of past life

never to weaken

their cursed journey lost to the one

who had most meaning

deep love which once radiated

the intimacy of shared hearts

now lost in a gap of misguided treasures

i long again to feel his flesh,

shimmering in sacred warmth

if only

if only

the eternal was within reach

falling as one

my mystic keens
his secret night aches
heard
in the rustling
tenderdrop leaves
and
in the windblown pine
of his beloved wood.

erect, he stands alone
deep in the wild
searching
for
an echoing answer
an echoing answer
knowing they are only heard
in the thin precipice
of dawn

it is there
in his tearsoaked soul
the kneeling spirit weeps
her song of love
unburdening him
with her soft unspokenness
her lips open to
the spilling of his desires.

he falls into her moist tears