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 .