I have had charming ,slept beside exquisite, pushed through the threshold of the most devine,felt the sweat of the insatiable, licked honey from my lips from the most ****** of sins ,had "You are Mine .marked across my bottom, ran my hands across the sublime .I have been there ,clasped around the fire and heat of immortal gods.Now it's my mind,i want drenched ,my thoughts straddled and ridden until I no longer know where I begin and you end .I want to taste your intellect and feel your reasoning deep within my soul.

I want your body pressed up against my heart .I want your hands spreading my thoughts ,lingering over the curves of my passions ,gripping my hopes stroking my oponions, and cupping my desires .I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbone .I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears,your passions pressed against my lips ,your hopes naked on my skin ,your opinions hard under my hands and your desires letting out soft moans against my soul

Life is all about choices .Right or wrong ,good or bad,these decisions are what makes us who we are.Let every bad decision teach you a lesson about yourself that you can use for the rest of your life.Let every right choice be an affirmation that you are on the right track and allow it to motivate you too keep moving in that direction. Making wise choices is rarely easy ,but as long as you know what you are made of ,the consequences are a little easier to accept .

I know that I don't own you and perhaps I never will ,so my anger when your with her ,in have no right to feel.I know that you don't owe me ,and I shouldn't ask for more ,information shouldn't feel so let down all the times when you don't call .What I feel I shouldn't show you so when your around in won't, I know I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't.

While looking in the mirror what does the world see if often wonder.Some days I stare and smile often times ,I notice the years and miles learning to love myself ,was my hardest trial.Through the ones eyes the soul glimmers remembering each scar ,with a little humor .Thinking back on the past ,all was worthwhile while looking into the mirror. Each day more of myself in discover letting go of all the baggage of yesteryear. For today is walk lighter ,strong ,fragile no longer like a butterfly from a cocoon, my wings lift me higher.The felicity in life ,knowing thyself learning to admire while looking in the mirror

It's time to let him go now,said the
Future.But I dont know how ,I wept clutching him closely to my chest .There is an art to it,replied Grace .WI'll you show me ?Time smiled down on me ,Patience little one ,I'll teach you.

It was his words he undressed her with first stripping her soul naked and quivering in all ways pure and unholy

The fire in her eyes greater men than him have looked into her eyes and succombed to the flames.Lesser men dare not even try.He looked into her eyes and knew the only way he would survive is to pull her close ,kiss her deeply ,and love her like no other has before.

Touch her body ,she'll moan once. Touch her soul ,she'll moan forever

He spoke with a tongue laced in whiskey and prose that told the story of her complete undoing beneath ravenous lips and smoldering fingers wicked with intent

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved ,in secret ,between the shadow and the soul .

She loves him secretly ,in the privacy of her own thoughts. There ,she will find no rejection. And at night in her dreams he loves her,and no one owns her except him .

The night was when she came alive . The night was when her heart took flight.Soaring over moonbeams and hop skipping over stars then floating back to earth to run free through dew kissed fields ,chasing fireflies through fairy glens,before dawn reclaimed it's hold.Leaving her to daydream of those fireflies and fairy glens.Until they met once again.

She was to him what ink is to paper,Giving meaning to his blank canvas.His one silly move ,and she spilled all over blotting him completely, running out of herself

She gave him her soul so he may know the light she gave him her body so he may know dark delights .

He knew it when her curves became art when her mannerisms became poetry when the look in her eyes became sunsets he knew he loved her more than any creature he had ever known .He whispered ever so softly so only she could hear "My god you are beautiful into her soul ".

She's a hopeless Romantic but not the kind you think of she's beauty and chaos tangled in confusion and love she'll risk shattering heartbreak as her hearts true desires unfold .She's devastatingly hopeful despairingly vulnerable down to her soul .She would rather die from breathless moments than live a life time of ordinary breathing she just needs somebody to move her so she knows she's alive .

Her Soul was a feral cathedral, a river running through it .Where lovers wounded sonnets etched the walls and long lost loves were found again

She is a mortal danger to all men .She is beautiful without knowing it ,and possess charm that she's not even aware of .

The love of a lonely wolf ,full of secrets and strange midnights drawn out of the darkness from hills thick with black oaks valleys riddled with riddles that love is sharper than a bed of thistles, each kiss pares away flesh .The love of a wolf can eat you up all the better .

If I told you a tale of tenderness, if I spoke of a whimsical word or murmured a sentual story of fantasies the likes you've never heard. If I whispered you a dream enticed you with enchanting prose or carresed your  soul with a fable ,took you someplace not everyone goes .Will you listen with your heart ?Would you stay awhile with me?And follow me into my dreams to reach a new level of fantasy .

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots.You must write to her .You must remind her that you are there.You must know how long it takes for her to give up .You must be there to hold her when she is about to.You must love her because many have tried and failed .And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved,that she is worthy to be kept.And This Is How You Keep Her.

Undo these pearls from around my neck,slip them off slowly .I want to feel your hands tangled in these gossamer strands unraveling my secrets mind,body and soul .

Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you,so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place .

We make love like we're godless forsaken, broken bodies. That have lost their souls somewhere on the cusp of ecstasy. We make love like we are made up of starving mouths ,urgent palms gasping lungs .You pull me under,I capsize .The way we touch is unholy death spark in the static air.The way we kiss is sorcery ,your lips are like satellite that orbits my body and I am spent    spent    spent from you touch .

Watch her .... she stands down for no one .A fierce ,and noble creature .Majestic air fills her presence as she calls out her lovers name who meets her down the river .Her wisdom clears a brilliant path of roses she's been walking for weeks and can walk many more but he carries her anyway .

There were always those nights where her mind went to war with her heart,the fight between what she knew ,what she felt and what she had to do .Sometimes the hardest descions are made under the moon .

She was a poet for goodness sake. Poets aren't supposed to make sense .She was all passion and fire wrapped up in longing and desire .She was beautifully real ,why is she here?She was designed to make you feel what no other women could .

Touch me with your words .****** my mind ,push me to the edge and hold me there .Leave me breathless ,craving and wanting for more.Touch me with your words in all the places that your hands cannot reach .

With delicate hands he traced every curve of my body leaving me wreathing in ecstasy. His soft lips left a trail of wet kisses down my spine,savoring my flesh like a man starved of hunger.I could feel my heart beating faster ,my breath hitching with every whisper. It was not of fear but of desire that made my body tingle so.I craved what he could give me .The things he could make my body beg for.He would ask for only one thing in return ,my submission. He leaned in closely a soft silent plea and said "Do you trust me ".

Does she scare you a  little? Good she should make you fear her love ,so that when she let's you be a part of it ,you won't take it lightly. She should remind you of the power that beauty brings ,that storms reside in her veins ,and that she still wants you in the middle of it all.Do not take this soul for granted, for she is fierce,and she can take you places that you never thought you could go;but she is still loving in the midst of it all,like the calm rain after a storm ,she can bring life .Lear  her,and cherish her,respect her,and love her;for she is so much more than a pretty face ,she is a soul on fire.

Yes I am a brat ,but I am my sirs brat.Sir says i can be very stubborn and often diobey.But still my sir he says he loves me any way .I often do things i shouldn't do ,and say things that a lady should never say.But still my sir says he loves me any way.Sir says i am often defiant and punishment is a must.But still my sir says he loves me any way.As I lay across his knee without hesitation he looks into my eyes .I whisper softly so only he can hear "I know you still love me any way".

She never wanted to be thought of as beautiful or pretty,these girls always needed up seemingly untouchable,unobtainable. The burden of their facade an eventual prison, the walls of which they fought valiantly and veinly.Each day to stay locked behind .No she didn't want to be thought of as pretty or sweet or nice.She had too many cracks and sharp edges ,too many odd and off color thoughts to bare the burden of that designation with any integrity.She just wanted to be thought of by someone with love in their hearts .

If the only mark it leave upon this earth is the indelible caress of my whispered name within the rhythm of your heart is will be satisfied with a life well spent.Well lived well loved complete.

Beauty awakens ethereal each morning with lingering remnants of dream state desires clinging a gentle mist around her as she stretches and rises to add her gentle flame of the day .

She could remember a time when she gave her mind body and soul to him completely. The air thick with passion and desire, and endless tease they would play.Whispers of an insatiable craving for each other that danced through the night and wellc into dawn.He touched her heart like no other man could igniting the fires that fueled her soul.She dreamt of his Touch firm and demanding, he set her senses ablaze .She could never get enough of him .She wanted more she wanted everything. Oh those sweet thoughts of Him .

If I like it ,it's mine.If it's in my hands, it's mine.If I take it back from you ,its mine.If it's cute ,draws my attention, or/is pretty ,it's mine.(No arguing that you saw it first.I did !)If I'm doing or building something, everything to do with it,is mine.If Daddy takes it away because I was misbehaving it's still mine. ...it's just being kept somewhere else.If it's broken it's DADDIES.

A body made of bliss leashed in lace ,skin seeking sins peeking through .Dressed to impress pleased to tease a perfect delight to pursue.

***** little girl concealed behind delicate lady like features, too shy to whisper of all dark secrets she keeps, but that look in her eyes tells all you need to know the  beauty in her heart and soul.

"It's been an ugly day today,"she said .'Tell me something beautiful? 'And he said her name .

She is fire ,he is ice one glimpse of her ignites his stone cold eyes.The heat of her body melts the frozen parts of his heart.He walks through flames just to feel her warmth .

The kind of love letters i write are the ones you read in bed stretched out under the sheets with your  hands between your thighs with tantalizing thoughts of passion and desire.

He will take me on a journey of self exploration I can't even imagine. He will bring out the woman I have kept hidden from the world. All relationships I've have had in the past will pale to comparison to what we will have together. I won't only hear him call "You are mine ".I will feel it in every breath I take. I will not call him Sir because he wishes me too.I will call him Sir because he has earned that title from me.

I was spoon fed fairytales and rocked on knees of selfless love from birth. Imagine my surprise when I had to learn the hard way that the world won't love you like that.So you grow up you face reality and every beat of your heart asks to go home .

Touch a woman's mind you get interest.Touch a woman's heart you get her love.Touch a woman's soul .And you get passions beyond your wildest dreams .

My secret friend. ......with words of flame from lips of fire he drowned my mind in deep desire.From blush to blush cross sea and shore, He caressed my soul, my heart and more.His hands, I wish to be my guide his fingers to slip inside.Yet all these thoughts I keep concealed, of hidden passions none revealed.

The most breathtaking words are not snapped on a typewriter but traced on the softest skin and whispered through moans.

Such pretty things you said to me unbutton me some more.For I am yours to take tonight upon this forest floor.Let's make a bed in autumn leaves and leave no leaf unturned. Beneath these trees please teach me ,please To learn a love unlearned .

There will never be a sweeter sound than that of a whispered plea from a submissive, floating from her tender lips echoing back off the walls and finding it's way into his accommodating soul behind her.It is that single word alone that keeps him spellbound heightening all of his senses for as long as she will let him love her freely .

There is something about those words he whispers, those names he calls you those phrases meant to elicit a response .And you do respond ,all of you responds .And your body betrays you always.