A new day's breeze can be the wind flowing over a dawn's night, or it could be vice versa.
But what is a new day?
A time frame maybe? Or perhaps a general lighting period....
Or perhaps it's a way of telling the warmth of your breath as it breathes pleasure on my neck as I lay beside you, leaning over with warm ****** kisses spanning from your milk chocolate forehead to your cocoa colored inner thighs, down to the creme colored bottoms of your **** soles.
I can raise a tingle as my hands lightly graze over your body, causing goose-bumps on exposed flesh, my tongue sliding over you, lips puckered now and again to place a calculated kiss in an area in need of ****** love.
Lips bitten, cheeks reddened even inder your skin tone, eyes closed yet still at attention, I begin to rub you, easing hands down and fondling your reproductive jewels, ******* in first and index finger shortly follows, acompanied by sensually tangible senses. Fists clenched, legs gaped, toes curled, I enjoy the sight to its fullest.
Fingers being soaked in ****** juices and noises formed from the loosed friction of you, I pull both fingers out, but not too far, and plunge them into the warm, wet abyss once more. Heavy moan, ***** bone, soaking fingers forced to slide out once more, being colder because of the temperature difference.I place the cool soaked tools over your mound and rub it furiously, questioning your enjoyment.
Seductive smile, swaying hair as you nod, hands once balled now on my hand guiding my hand in motions fantasized. Thick hips moving and bucking as our gazes lock in an eternal emotional interconnection. I kiss your lips and playfuly bite the bottom of one now and again before my tongue probes between both lips.
Tangled tongues, scratching skins, you slow me down and push me away, keeping eye contact. You unzip me and climb on to, scraping warm, attentive skin agains it, jolting me with pleasure.
From this point, both of our bodies connected as one, you on my baren lap and me deep inside of you, you begin to softly and slowly bounce, shaking clothed cleavage and abruptly bumping my ****** a few notches sooner.
Bouncing *******, hands in hair, head leaned back with moans escaping in small gasps directed at the ceiling, I grab on the back of you and grip tightly, moving you faster up and down, forcing your gasps to audibly increase.
grinding like coffee, shaking with sincerity, we do this for what seems to us to be an infinite forever of **** pleasure and ***** helplessness that makes us both ******, gushing mutual ****** juices everywhere. The warmth of my seed sliding down slowly inside of you, your wet juices leaking and lubricating.
Love was made, yet we were ****-frozen, once we leave there is no going back, no having that feel once more.
Gone like the winds in a short breeze...... And thus I know now what you are.

A New Day's Breeze

I am the spacing between two stars and the planet that holds the life-blood of a community that I never hath lived in.
I am that which needs concentration only to tell you that you must let it come naturally rather than forcefully.
I am a thought in the wind and a concern in the breeze, and yet I can't flow like the wind can, can't skate around like air.
I am a tornado in the making and a monsoon already past. I am a kiss of metal on steel with a middle-man of silk-easily cut out.
I am a shot from a cop's gun that pierces the skull of yet another victim and the claws of retribution that inevitably follows.
I am a world of confusion and a place of infinite betrayal.
I am bleakness.

Hellion Romance
I am the waters that brace against land barriers to force them down enough for me to devour them, then conquer them and force them to submit to the weight of my aquatic life.
Ask Hawaii.
You are the moon, it is by your hand that I can do what I do, for you are what forces me to rise to your bidding or sink and sulk away with the tide.
We are partners in crime.
Partners in love.
Partners in terroristic excitement that we call our lives.
Hellions in romance

I am a flood of giggles like a girl's bathroom, yet a rock so solid as to crack a skull when the right force is applied.

Do you think it's right for me to feel this way?
For me to feel the excessive baggage of life as if Its entire burden were mine to carry?
As if the word love were nothing but a word rather than a form of living and something that I've always aspired to fall into once the moment was right?
Maybe not, but I do, I feel as if the ground sinks when I walk by, seeing those in relationships form a bond stronger than I could ever replicate with my computer, smoother than I could ever re-make with my words.

Jealous.
Not really, just wishing for the luck, I yearn for there to be a form of love inside my heart, replacing the lust with its original emotion.
I long for infatuation, I wish for a kiss, wish for a bowl of cherries with whipped cream on top to be the way I live. But I whatever else I wish can wait until I figure out what I want.

And what I want is to just be loved.