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.

There is a love i reminisce like a seed I've never sown.Of lips that I am yet to kiss and eyes not met my own.Hands that wrap around my wrists and arms that feel like home.I wonder how it is in miss these things I've never known .

Words are a powerful aphrodisiac, they have the ability to awaken emotion to excite the minds senses.The right words entice ,creep and crawl along the flesh like the sensous touch of a skilled lover.And that my friends is truly magical indeed.

We knew that when we met online that one day you would say "You are mine".Even though we are miles apart on this day forward you own my heart .The path we have chosen is sometimes rough when finding a way to be close is so tough .I yearn for the days that when I wake ,me in your arms you will take .Forever and always I am yours.

He personifies all things delicious, sweet ,savory and oh so supple from head to toe and from inside and out.I love devouring all there is of him warm and wild as he shutters and melts beneath my touch as his arousal invades and indulges .This is my desire .

I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intension that every brush of your palms feels like your writing a novel on my skin.

She wanted red roses and tender nothings whispered as she lay tucked in a sheltering embrace ,when the world was still and dark.But more than that she wanted the lace from her hips to be shredded and ripped by  a mouth hungry and hell bent on tainting her romantic ideals,leaving them drowned in debauchery and dripping with lust .All she wanted was her WOLF.