Midnight whispers,
Born on the sway of summoned winds, that
Ache....
Oh how they ache... unfolding quivers spilling
Upon opaline skin,
Their threads of gold, quickening,
Tasting slow moans surging...


Where lips, cradle flesh too fragile for hands,
Moving beyond the trembles, intertwined,
Tangled,
Tasting breathes, smooth, into a warmth of
Tongue-strokes that adorn,
Rose petals, delicately
Drowning in an oasis of silken desire...


Burn me deep, a pulse rage of panther silk,
Tasted naked,
Beyond the kiss that devours your lips,
The manacle of your hunger;
Drinks fervour from my eyes
As I take you inside,
Deeper...
Deeper beyond the intoxication of our insomniac thunder..



The scribe of your tongue
Glistens,
Spreading the curve of my thighs;
The savage vein dripping
Branding my yearn;
I savour the wet of us, the nectar of rapture that
Trickles from corners of my smile,
Begging your taste in unspoken plea's...


The Grail of my release, a hum on your tongue's tip,
Stained in this estrus of dreams,
Wild in the burning hours;
Where you swallow me eternal;
Undulating in velvet currents,
Our bodies bleed into one,
Your heartbeat,
Resting eternally between my hands..........

Night wanton,  peeled bare to intoxication, the sultry scent of indiscretion,
Bears the wicked wild
   Pleasure, pulsing to repletion; a shadow silk of born embrace,
Opens my mouth as deliberate as the throat swollen with rain,
Slender and unlaced,
And moonlight spills silver above earthen shadows. that jostle diamond stardust through fire;
My pale woman-flesh tingles as the breath of night, brushes need, tasted on skin,
And I become wrapped in the essence of deep dreaming,
His dark waters writhe and surge against my shimmer-gleam;
Whisper-sleek in heartbeats that threaten the crimson of flame,
As I am held down by the whisper of silks,
I become vulnerable in the skin of his hands....



Breathless shadows,  bathe velvet bliss,
Moon- warmed, between hips arching against possession;
Thrusting In the edges of bed-stricken memories;
Softly...gently whispering his name... on the  purple wind  that pulses, my narcotic flower,
Honeyed caresses, the slow burn of now;
...And
Silk slides in a whispered seduction
Permutating a  moon-burn's soothe; mouths
Wandering indolently, furtively down the sinuous curve
Of
Tongue
Revealing patterns smothered thick , symbollic against my breast....



Eyes close to the heat of urgency
Wicked.....hovers above skin, licking a trail sparking flame;
He speaks and I purr, he touches and I melt...his wandering hands seek their fill
Of my milky rise and fall, the slip of fingers wandering curves, between the valley of awakened *******, his
Tongue dances across buds hardened in breathless;
I sigh against masculine, running wild;  pouring wicked, and he wears me wet,
I **** the night long and slow and he...
Growls deep, while
Arms stretch, tasting flesh, teeth nip as he throbs,
Taut, against my thigh; worshiping the swollen altar...




I am blushed by kisses, held captive, beyond yearn...seeds of fire, warm breath staining nakedness beautiful;
Pink petals moistly shadow dance,  a tongue crazed, vortex of passion,
Strong muscles suckle whispered thoughts,
The ghost-atoms of rose petals, kiss the rainbow of glittering lips
Deepening sigh's lost, tasting the pulse of his heart;
Sweet evocotive essence, presses me into his swallow,  whispered words,
Lain across my flesh with the slick of tongue...



Peeled slowly, trembling , finger tipped kisses brush my ******* wet in eagerness,
His  forging ******, whispering forevers, while wildfire lips, brush black satin shivers
Across moistened tongue-play, breath,
Dancing in the swirling mist....Hot against his skin;
Untamed passion, a silken slide, tingles dark on steel, slow dancing,
Melding the sweetened heat of thigh fevered ache...





We lay upon the rainbow drift, wet beneath the honeyed dance
Open lips sip fragile webs of silk in passions sway,
Bleeding whimpers that beg the rush of primal,
Slick flow, the milk of moon, when blessed with linger's touch

and we

Bathe in the splash...of curled worship..........................................................­...

Wicked.....hovers,
Sleek, against heart’s beat;


Breath of night
Hot, skin-blushed flesh
Tongue-tingled, forged upon steel;


Black satin shivers beneath wildfire lips;
Slow danced in sweetened heat,
Writhing beneath the shimmer-gleam;


Tongues tie wings bruised with ecstasy
Sighed against masculine,
Wearing me wet....

Sin, my word-heat, beading skin,
Edging curves asking.......begging....
Searching
Lures me to wild songs, played against
The strobe pulse on the bare of flesh,
Swaying in rhythms... breath-searching shadows....



Where “I love you” is so much more than words....



Soft;
Silken caresses liquefy...........my will to resist
The touch of fingers...........so breathtakingly slow, and
Thoughts vanish, as lips taste the core of me, a smoothed tongue sheath burning ecstasy....


And  “I love you” is so much more than words....



A quiver-moan in the shake of hips
As senses rise to meet demand;
I Watch his mouth devour me
And I... parting easily, just for him....


When “I love you” is so much more than words....



****** fury pulses, as
Fingers splay upon petal’s dew
Licking moans, where he waters me, primal,
Lain in tangled sheets, drenched in shiver-ache....



Because “I love you” is so much more than words....





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Me wicked,
Piercing darkness with his heat,
Possessed by the dance, hips shriek, in the brush of pounding...



And oh wow... “I love you” is so much more than words...................................

Touch me...
Beyond the blue silhouette of still shadows,
Press against this body, that shivers
Beneath your journey
To find me...




Shadows sleep beneath dream,
lingering
Where darkness surrenders to wind plows
That pulse and surge, purl-binding; moon gold
Upon midnight's breeze...his name
whispered in silk, hushed;
Hollow and waiting...




See me...




Whispers wrap satin strands across heartbeats
Flowing to islands found within his sepia pools,
Where my soul's veil falls,
And shadows splinter shards of ebony, banking
The creek of my desire;
Breath escapes, a slow push past lips that bite back a whimper;
A voice under my tongue; tastes release...Swallowing his darkness
In liquid heat, taking him deep, body, to body, raw into the recess of moan...




Touch me...



Falling ****** on  goose-bumped flesh;
His deep mocha voice,
Suckles sweet, words flow
And the flesh of his tongue,
Lingers on the breath scent of a rose,
Pulling petals,
Painting my flesh blush-traced...
I breathe ache,  exhale his name, breathe, his taste, as
Pulse quickens tasting the storm of embrace
Beneath fingers, painting subtle brushstrokes
Upon a pool of liquid moonbeams, his tongue,
Hotly insistent, lathes upon waiting skin, where
Veins pulsate isolated desires;
Flesh upon flesh, whisper wetness to oblivion....



Reach for me...


Desire resounds from lips that ache to taste
His love against my heated skin;
My tongue remembers the flavour of his ***,
The familiar of it's heat,
The Smoothness of its slide;
My pout mouth sounds, beg with woman/child sighs,
Laying whispers of my confession, softly
Against his skin, drowning his face where
He is bent to taste;
The glistened spell,
Provoking, unceasingly...lacing through
Soft down to the blossom plundered;
The trickle, of trailing beads devoured, like the restless wind, rendering me breathless without pause,
Stroking tempest against skin, lingering, claiming....



Find me...


The moist of fingertips glide,
The meridian between here and ecstasy,
Lending the pulse of grasp, as I am
Held down hard to
Curve where pearled puddles moan incessantly..
"More! More!" my silent scream;
Melding tight, the succulent berry stirs;
Lifted high above lust, to where the moon sleeps,
And passion's breath dwells,
Lost in a slow dance, surrendered to untamed tides...



Awaken me..


A sharp exhale of breath
Precludes the pleasure-pain
Arcing down swiftly,
My flesh between his lips;
"Oh touch me, kiss me, stroke me,
Keep me here beneath these masterful hands,
While I succumb
To moans within the slide of tongue;
Sipping my mounting desire"...
Arched across the canopy of my offering,
Sighs, etch, beneath the surface of hushed colour
Bleeding need, through cascading hair,
Scarlet passion lit between thighs,
Greeting his touch, lavishing the breath of want....



Spill me...


Oh the heated cry that rushes past these
Trembling lips; the
Tremor trail beneath touches...lingering
For just a moment to capture heart sighs
Awaiting the soft gel of weeping submission,
Brushstrokes, excite, incite, the
Moist rivulets, where musk lies indolent;
Arching beneath sumptuous urgency;
His softly scented slow kiss, wet with my taste....



Bleed me...


I am, outstretched in a questing mark against the moon,
Tumultuous desires
Slaked....oblivious to this milky harvest,
Slipping the crimson unlit depths
Of wet petals;
I embrace and tremble amidst the melt of limbs tossed and spent,
Unveiling whispers and whimpers, as we love in ways that breach the starving soul;

This night is for you..........

Only a distance in time, a slow drift, a free-fall,
To where the curve of the crescent moon ribbons ebon hours together,
And silvern ache dips in moon-silken pools;
Where the poetry of spooned tongues, impart a lasting call,
where he hushes me in the sway of stars,
Drowning my heartbeat in the breath of swollen whispers;
His musky scent, alluring
Melting those hidden places aching for the heat of his touch...



I taste the stir of conversation across my skin;
A silence settles there,
In the cool drifts of its tone, I sense the pulse in his throat,
I feel it thrum, so fragile through veins crowded with the
Stained glass shards of his scent;
My heart draws to the rhythm of his love; and
I am pressed against the quilt of his breath,
Soft.....softly.....a fleeting touch
Skitters in rapid succession around the curve of my neck, where
His lips whisper want in moist seduction...


Here in the freckled light his hips teach me,
Rocking me to the sighs of angels, heated flames of fragrant, vanilla foreplay,
Burn uncontrollably with such undying desire;
Folding my breath inside his hands; all smoke and violets,
Stolen moments;
Needing him, like blood, desiring only him to brim the indulgence,
Swallow it as sorrow and birth it as fire between my hungry thighs, as I beg his ******* to expose me;
Hushing my lips with the fire of his mouth, and the
Slide of his tongue from throat to breast,
His hands pressed upon my skin in urgent exploration,
Spreading me on an altar of rainbows...



Where he Loves me deep and dark in the owl light,
And I tremble, as the wet of want unleashes in the handcuffs of his voice,
Whispering blindfolds of lavender satin around my eyes,
Urging me to braille his body with my tongue's tip
My hungry mouth a mere vessel,
Waiting with wonder, agape for the fill of his adoration;
Soul touching, silk soft fingers, heart caressing the hours;
As we torture the gazing moon, pooling lakes of creamery soft,
Pillowing silken pleasures; breathing paradise upon the fragile blooms
Seared crimson into my veins...



Naked in his arms, heated emotions trickle down,
In a pour of tangled need; in the cradle of collapsed sighs,
Fingers tracing pleasure, lips swollen pouty with desire,
Drag of tongues forging serpentine trails,
Whispered things never heard before;
And like the sky I spread for him, the ink of us
Pouring lavender velvet...two bodies melting into the voice of one,
Chained in moans, in primal kisses that beg arched worship
Kissed raw in the silver scorch, of moonlights rapture,
Where moondust meets skin......

Love Is Deep .....

The black silk of spiders web,
Intricate as fallen dreams,
Where petals cling to sweetened breath,
And whispers tickle sleep,
Spilling amber into the chenille of my shadow...


A midnight sun melts horizons,
Veiled in colour rush
Clouds peel, silver edges,
Where...
Yesterday's half light fingers reach out,
Touching me;
Intoxicating my restless need...


I unfold
Sepals bending beneath folds of memory,
A sirocco wind twirled in hazy lace,
Brushes my breast,
A sigh upon the dip of my throat;
Like sutras, mouthed upon bare skin...
"Yours", he whispered.....


The peak and flow of timelessness never touched me;
Touched US; just
Syllables laying soft on skin, brushing silk,
Sliding into softened togetherness;
Blush rising the caress, of
Flesh against flesh, searing the stain
Of crimson sighs....


Brazen,
I yearned his breath,
An ivory utterance,
Mellow,
Kissing the back of my throat,
Teasing the primitive chant;
Wild, I was;
I am... flaunting the lascivious
Scorching nature of Woman...


Lathering love, scintillating a sugar melt,
Lapping 'The love pulse';
Each pause, a flame licking my skin;
I have become,
A fascination of steel in lace,
Blossoming
As passion's bite pierces...


Darkened eyes roam my face,
Painting me with lust's stain,
Moons glow, whispers, slowly across male sinew,
A whisper of breath, dances my arching neck;
A lovers kiss rests in my throats hollow;
My heart rages to
Free the fury pounding...yet still I whisper.......


Dark heat blooms;
A waltz of wildness, that strains at each whimper,
And moisture, slides to quiver,
A pulsing ache, echoing,
Throbbing to the beat of a lustful song;
Sighs etching upon peach satin essence
As dew drops fuse,
Layered on air...



The raw drum beat of two pulses;
My body, curved for his blessing,
Skin glistening on this wheel of rhythms;
I am...slave to his craving mouth;
Nails bite palms in clenched fists,
"Don't stop,
Don't"...
Shuddering, trembling,
Remembering
The keening cry of euphoric bliss.........