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...................................