by
rgpage


....the soft feeling of silk from her skin translating through my finger
tips as they glide gently, touring just the exposed areas of her neck,
shoulders, back and partial-cleavage, unleashing the delicious fluttering
of ****** butterflies in the pit of my stomach. not daring to attempt
passage beyond the frail borders of her garment. no, no green light of
passage dare i see, much too important my quest attaining her most con-
sensual gift...how long the path; days blurred into weeks, and weeks into
months leading up to this moment , where it seems that my stars sparkled
brighter and my planets lined up straighter than cupid's arrow....
...kiss' soft and gentle just long enough then ended leaving us both
hungering for another. and though we've both been to this place before,
each with another, this time around our actions seem almost virginal.
life it seems has given each of us a second chance at happiness delivering
to us this moment, and each of us in turn seeing its importance fend off
     the easy route giving into the overwhelming carnal urges of the
                                                          moment­...                                                              ­
                                          





"…bob wake up, george bush won again,"



"oh, another four years...."