2008
Romantically with patients
Take your time
Start with my mind
fulfill my midnight wishes
Cover me with soft sensual kisses
show me there is no place off limit
Make love to me slowly, don’t rush
lover, take your time
Passionately and sincerely
Let my sweetness
become your weakness
Use your lips and tongue
include my ears
Listen to the sweet sounds of my moans
see what you hear
with all your senses
Sensually and honestly
Say what you mean and mean what you say
Don’t just tell me you love me
show me you love me daily
Let all my fantasies that dance in my head
become my moonlight reality
when making love
Kiss me and lick me all over
until you find all my
secret places
Love me until I scream with passion
Lovingly and completely
Let my sexual wishes become your loving commands
Love me with your
Mind
Body
Soul
Making love to me is a gift
A gift I will give you in return
each
and
every
time
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
His Awamening Fan Dance
His Awaking Fan Dance
Charlie had been sitting by the fire an hour
waiting for her to show up. The light of the
fire and warmth made this normally cold
feeling room seem so sensual and inviting
to him.
“Where is she?” “She has to come.” Maybe
she really was a figment of his imagination.”
He laughs to himself as he realizes she has him
thinking out loud. “Any one would be talking to
themselves!” A woman shows up in your room
and flits around like a plucked feather from
room to room, teasing the hell out of you, yet
questioning you as she does tease. “No, it was
a dream, I’m sure of it.”
Easing down into the chair getting more
comfortable his senses perk up. The smell of
sweet musk, a glimmer of leg and arm pass
before him. A teasing giggle on the air.
“Rose, is that you?” “Come sit here with me.”
“Please.” He sees a silken dress before him,
so thin like it could never hide any of what it
was to be covering. A budding full bosom he
could see, nipples of pink buds. Her behind a
perfect shaped heart to fill each hand, a navel
adorned with a turquoise dangle, and thighs
slim, strong, shapely calves to ankles delicate,
as the tiny feet they extended from. Her venus
he opened his eyes a little more to take it in.Was it naked? No, can’t be.
Then just as he thought he could see, she giggled
and fluffed the skirt of the delicate material, and
the material was not penetrable with his eyes.
“What to hell!”
“Rose, what are you?”
“Are you real?”
“Why have you decided to drop in on me and
harass me like this?” “Tease me, delight me,bring my brain alive with newness of the
curiosities of the questions you hounded me
with last night?”
Rose sits down between his legs on the floor
throwing her dark hair covered head back
looking up at him with a sweet teasing smile.
Her arms were wrapped and holding each leg.
You called me to you. I could not of come. You need
me now and I am here for you.
She squeezed his leg tenderly.
“Did you not have fun last night?” “Didn’t you sleep
better then you ever have in years?” “Do I feel like
an illusion, Charlie?” “Look how excited and impatient
you were waiting for me, afraid I wasn’t coming, just an
illusion in your mind.”
“Charlie, I am what you need, desire for.” “You are sowhat I needed to!” Delighted little giggles explode from
her little perfect rose bud lips.
She jumps up and starts flitting about the room as she had
done the night before. Now and then it seemed the dress
would give way to naked illusions. Titillating, exciting,
and so much more then he had felt in long time.
He couldn’t decide if she was child or woman though.
She was a handful, such pleasant one for sure.
Rose made him want to write, she made him think of poetic
prose to write. Sonnets, erotic lavish poetry was filling his head.
Rose, was making him feel alive again, not just as a man, but
his poetic side was awakening again.
Rose flung herself onto his lap and touched his lips with a very
passionate, fully sexual womanly kiss. He went with it totally.She pulled away and whispered in his ear sweetly as she hugged
his neck, and stroked it with gentle loving fingers.
“Charlie, do you know who and what I am now?”
“Yes, Rose.” His hands pull her to him as he strokes her back.
She lies her head on his shoulder with such s beguiling smile
on her lips.
“Say it Charlie,” she whispers.
“You, my Rose, are my very own personal muse.” “We will make
such poetry visions together.”
“My Rose, my muse.”
Charlie had been sitting by the fire an hour
waiting for her to show up. The light of the
fire and warmth made this normally cold
feeling room seem so sensual and inviting
to him.
“Where is she?” “She has to come.” Maybe
she really was a figment of his imagination.”
He laughs to himself as he realizes she has him
thinking out loud. “Any one would be talking to
themselves!” A woman shows up in your room
and flits around like a plucked feather from
room to room, teasing the hell out of you, yet
questioning you as she does tease. “No, it was
a dream, I’m sure of it.”
Easing down into the chair getting more
comfortable his senses perk up. The smell of
sweet musk, a glimmer of leg and arm pass
before him. A teasing giggle on the air.
“Rose, is that you?” “Come sit here with me.”
“Please.” He sees a silken dress before him,
so thin like it could never hide any of what it
was to be covering. A budding full bosom he
could see, nipples of pink buds. Her behind a
perfect shaped heart to fill each hand, a navel
adorned with a turquoise dangle, and thighs
slim, strong, shapely calves to ankles delicate,
as the tiny feet they extended from. Her venus
he opened his eyes a little more to take it in.Was it naked? No, can’t be.
Then just as he thought he could see, she giggled
and fluffed the skirt of the delicate material, and
the material was not penetrable with his eyes.
“What to hell!”
“Rose, what are you?”
“Are you real?”
“Why have you decided to drop in on me and
harass me like this?” “Tease me, delight me,bring my brain alive with newness of the
curiosities of the questions you hounded me
with last night?”
Rose sits down between his legs on the floor
throwing her dark hair covered head back
looking up at him with a sweet teasing smile.
Her arms were wrapped and holding each leg.
You called me to you. I could not of come. You need
me now and I am here for you.
She squeezed his leg tenderly.
“Did you not have fun last night?” “Didn’t you sleep
better then you ever have in years?” “Do I feel like
an illusion, Charlie?” “Look how excited and impatient
you were waiting for me, afraid I wasn’t coming, just an
illusion in your mind.”
“Charlie, I am what you need, desire for.” “You are sowhat I needed to!” Delighted little giggles explode from
her little perfect rose bud lips.
She jumps up and starts flitting about the room as she had
done the night before. Now and then it seemed the dress
would give way to naked illusions. Titillating, exciting,
and so much more then he had felt in long time.
He couldn’t decide if she was child or woman though.
She was a handful, such pleasant one for sure.
Rose made him want to write, she made him think of poetic
prose to write. Sonnets, erotic lavish poetry was filling his head.
Rose, was making him feel alive again, not just as a man, but
his poetic side was awakening again.
Rose flung herself onto his lap and touched his lips with a very
passionate, fully sexual womanly kiss. He went with it totally.She pulled away and whispered in his ear sweetly as she hugged
his neck, and stroked it with gentle loving fingers.
“Charlie, do you know who and what I am now?”
“Yes, Rose.” His hands pull her to him as he strokes her back.
She lies her head on his shoulder with such s beguiling smile
on her lips.
“Say it Charlie,” she whispers.
“You, my Rose, are my very own personal muse.” “We will make
such poetry visions together.”
“My Rose, my muse.”
Immersed In You
Immersed In You
I love where you take me
So high to the outer limits
Places in my heart I never
though to go
Different visions you show me
I have truly never seen
Sometimes you make me feel
like a feather floating
in a forever place
Then other times I’m consumed with
such curiosity I want to claw you open
to see all of who you are
Then I remember how much more
succulent a ripe fruit is when tasted
slowly sensually bite by bite
I will be patient
For I want to fully
be so immersed
in your essence
as long as forever
as long as there is
time
I love where you take me
So high to the outer limits
Places in my heart I never
though to go
Different visions you show me
I have truly never seen
Sometimes you make me feel
like a feather floating
in a forever place
Then other times I’m consumed with
such curiosity I want to claw you open
to see all of who you are
Then I remember how much more
succulent a ripe fruit is when tasted
slowly sensually bite by bite
I will be patient
For I want to fully
be so immersed
in your essence
as long as forever
as long as there is
time
Friday, April 18, 2008
Lust n Love
It's hot, effervescent
Stimulating beyond measure
Titillating,undulating
Pleasure
I want to fill your brain
To amaze you at every turn
I will be your lightening
The thunder in your veins
I will make you mad with desire
Charm you with wishful thoughts
There will be no apologies
Never no regrets
Passions whispers in intimacy
Heaved breathing at the thought of me
Your total and complete surrender
To my total surrender
I to know the depths of you
Everything
you think
you feel
your smell
The very essence of you
Know you
I want to be intrenched in you
every nerve
thoughts
your beating heart
I want you....
Stimulating beyond measure
Titillating,undulating
Pleasure
I want to fill your brain
To amaze you at every turn
I will be your lightening
The thunder in your veins
I will make you mad with desire
Charm you with wishful thoughts
There will be no apologies
Never no regrets
Passions whispers in intimacy
Heaved breathing at the thought of me
Your total and complete surrender
To my total surrender
I to know the depths of you
Everything
you think
you feel
your smell
The very essence of you
Know you
I want to be intrenched in you
every nerve
thoughts
your beating heart
I want you....
Loves Passion
Loves Passion
Twilight moon is on the rise
Purple is the sky
Little lights blinking
Whirling colors
Colors pink touched with turquoise
Swirling like a tornado
Hip hopping about as it twirls
Never touching
Just brushing lightly
Sensual currents felt
Flowing sparks pulsing
Rhythmically faster
Bursting orgasmic explosions
Love in full bloom
Twilight moon is on the rise
Purple is the sky
Little lights blinking
Whirling colors
Colors pink touched with turquoise
Swirling like a tornado
Hip hopping about as it twirls
Never touching
Just brushing lightly
Sensual currents felt
Flowing sparks pulsing
Rhythmically faster
Bursting orgasmic explosions
Love in full bloom
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Marshmellow Playground
© 2008
It’s made of natural substance
Floating in many shapes
Many fluffy arrangements
To fool any humans eye
But, if you use your imagination
No telling what you’ll find
On azure colored background
As if painted there in clusters
Sun light rays come beaming
through slight openings shining
Like the breath of a pink angels kiss
A light breeze blowing it to you
What a landscape of pure white
Blending together forming an island
One of many puffed marshmallows
Come lose all your inhabitations
Play with me upon my island
My marshmallow playground in the sky
It’s made of natural substance
Floating in many shapes
Many fluffy arrangements
To fool any humans eye
But, if you use your imagination
No telling what you’ll find
On azure colored background
As if painted there in clusters
Sun light rays come beaming
through slight openings shining
Like the breath of a pink angels kiss
A light breeze blowing it to you
What a landscape of pure white
Blending together forming an island
One of many puffed marshmallows
Come lose all your inhabitations
Play with me upon my island
My marshmallow playground in the sky
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Watcher
© 2008
She could hear the country band playing
Gliding across the floor as she slid off her coat
He was there as he had been every Saturday night
Right there at the end table by the dance floor
He tipped his grayish cowboy hat to her
She acknowledged him with a smile
Dang! Those deep green eyes could swallow her up
Then the guitar player started playing and she was off
She was lost as usual in the beat of the music
Playing, She and I, an old Alabama favorite
Line dancing by alone as green eyes watched
Just the band, green eyes, and her little self
She felt herself be taken away by the beat
In her own world, steppen, hips swaying, twirling
Her world, not aware of anything but the music
He watched her, his feet tappen to the beat, her beat
He watched as she kicked, twirled, those hips gyrated
Never saw anyone line dance like that he's thinking
The music stopped, "let's thank the little lady," she heard
The whistles, and loud applause, the hall was filling up
He watched, a gleam in his half closed eyes, a sensual grin
She danced, her long dark hair flying, wearing that sensual smile
It fit her just as her skinny jeans fit, but where did she go
Where ever she was when she danced, dam she was free
Song done, whistles, applause, and the usual women glaring
He watches as she grabs her water bottle and steps outside
"She comes here alone, and leaves alone," he's thinking
"Not tonight, time to introduce myself," he whispers
A waltz starts up as she stares up at the stars
"Dance with me" she hears
Turning she's looking into those deep green eyes
"Madam, I just got tired of watching your fire,the disappearing act you pull when the band plays."
"Take me to where you go when you dance"
"Let's see if you can go there," and slips into his arms
Holding her close they danced on the grass into the night
Sometimes when the band is playing, the misty fog fills the air around
People swear you can still see them there on the knoll dancing
Now, who's The Watcher
She could hear the country band playing
Gliding across the floor as she slid off her coat
He was there as he had been every Saturday night
Right there at the end table by the dance floor
He tipped his grayish cowboy hat to her
She acknowledged him with a smile
Dang! Those deep green eyes could swallow her up
Then the guitar player started playing and she was off
She was lost as usual in the beat of the music
Playing, She and I, an old Alabama favorite
Line dancing by alone as green eyes watched
Just the band, green eyes, and her little self
She felt herself be taken away by the beat
In her own world, steppen, hips swaying, twirling
Her world, not aware of anything but the music
He watched her, his feet tappen to the beat, her beat
He watched as she kicked, twirled, those hips gyrated
Never saw anyone line dance like that he's thinking
The music stopped, "let's thank the little lady," she heard
The whistles, and loud applause, the hall was filling up
He watched, a gleam in his half closed eyes, a sensual grin
She danced, her long dark hair flying, wearing that sensual smile
It fit her just as her skinny jeans fit, but where did she go
Where ever she was when she danced, dam she was free
Song done, whistles, applause, and the usual women glaring
He watches as she grabs her water bottle and steps outside
"She comes here alone, and leaves alone," he's thinking
"Not tonight, time to introduce myself," he whispers
A waltz starts up as she stares up at the stars
"Dance with me" she hears
Turning she's looking into those deep green eyes
"Madam, I just got tired of watching your fire,the disappearing act you pull when the band plays."
"Take me to where you go when you dance"
"Let's see if you can go there," and slips into his arms
Holding her close they danced on the grass into the night
Sometimes when the band is playing, the misty fog fills the air around
People swear you can still see them there on the knoll dancing
Now, who's The Watcher
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