...my head back into the pillow.
She quickly straddled me.
She began a gentle rocking motion
with her hips,
with subtle glee.
Her thick, precious long hair,
hung down like curtains of night,
around my lust-flushed face,
until I was in perfect darkness right.
She then began caressing
my nakedness with her feathery-locks,
along my silky, trembling body,
from up my heavenly hips,
my tight, tender, heaving tummy,
my aching, stiff-nippled *******,
my entire being erupting in goosebumps,
chilly and blazing,
spicey and tasty,
aching and burning,
burning,
burning -******!
begging for quenching,
which she does
quickly
and
I'm done.

you know exactly what you
are doing
to me
every day, of every week,
us at work
together,
knowing so little of each other,
you tease
me with the breezily
brush
of your billowy blouse,
brushed
by your sweet, soft-sleek
breast
against my arm or shoulder or back,
against me
brushing
-knowing that you do this
just to see me
blushing
just to laugh it off
in passing
as my stiff *******
belie my casual, response
my hard to stifle sigh
when you
brush
me.

-By Alexandra Eames

...best between my quivery, burning thighs,
gleaming and steaming my downy mound,
the air alight with my sighs,
oh, girl,
those eyes!

-By Alexandra Eames

...the bouncy thatch
of my ***** hair
beneath my
purple cotton *******,
flatten your
sweet palm firmly
against my
eager, wanting public bone,
pressing perfectly as
I quiver.
and I shiver,
and just lay there,
and let you  
feeeeeeeeeel me  
forever and ever,
Amen.

every single part
of
me,
and then
you
lick me EvErYwHeRe...

Yum!

i can only sense
you
in the words i read
today,
knowing i'll never know
you
but by my mind's eye
inner-image
bay.

-By Alexandra Eames

...like i do to me,
fingers flickering, thighs electrical quivering,
*******, stiffening, hearts a-pounding,
sighs & cries sounding, orange flashes,
glistening gashes, girlish squeals throughout the night,
you touching yourself, like i'm touching myself
just so very right.

-By Alexandra Eames

let us
do only all the things we wish we could, if our lust and love was not so secret.

not just dream but see, touch and taste the mossy nectar of our wavy
pinkish, glistening seas
above and
beneath an ocean of silken sheets.

-By Alexandra Eames

oh, how i do love those pretty girl-kisses,
i dream about them every night,
those yummy, sugar girl-kisses,
soft, wet, tasty and just right.

from my first time kissed by another girl,
in our tender, early teens,
i still do love those girl-kisses,
in my day and nightly dreams.

-By Alexandra Eames

...i flicker my petals, now damp and tight, my coffee is done...the timing is right.

i think of you down between my thighs, i dream of your moist, precious eyes.

you are so young and so daring yet, i stroke your mound like a private pet.

a woman, a girl, a fantasy....i may not have you, but i sure can dream.

--by Alexandra Eames

Bring me the rain,
of your always quenching
love.
Love,
love
me again
and again,
the sweetness of you drenching
me from
above,
above,
like the rain
I beg of you
to bring me
again.

--by Alexandra Eames

she had soft blonde hair
(down there),
******* with *******
so pink
they looked like candy
gum-drops,
a golden hoop
pierced one of the
folds of her *****,
a precious, perfect
short ****
of glistening blonde ***** hair,
crowned the view.

I kissed her there.

Wouldn't you?