this is a growing mosaic of sensual moments ... that touch and arouse Me both intensely and intimately ... a window into My mind ...
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Reposted from: succulentcherry:
this unexpectedly turned me on. gorgeous hair and that lush fruit…mmm…
Reposted from: erospainter:
Chemistry 101
In a room stripped clean of furnishings
And the two of us stripped clean
Of clothes and caution
Pour cool drinks and mix in good music
Then like Gerbils in a wheel
Let us power the world
With the lemon sharp electricity
Crackling in the heavy air -
Sparking between us like
Fireflies in flight.A single kiss and I’ll fall into you
My head dizzy with desire
In this solitary room built for two
Blood surges through our veins,
Throbbing in a shared rhythm.
Your eyes that paralyze
Set my heavenly body in motion.
In an instant, like the flip of a switch
The hunger ignites us
And then reunites us
Once again in its fiery dance.A searching glance recalls this memory
Of your lingering touch not yet felt,
So lightly landed, with shivers afire
Exploding and exploring the raw voltage of our dance.
And, we have danced this volcanic tango
Many times before, haven’t we, love?
Yet time after time, all is newly familiar.Cool air on our skin and the sweat of
Cool cocktails on our palms
Cooling our fingers and cooling our tongues
Cool music floating through the air,
Adding melodic punctuation to our freefall ballet.In this world with electricity enough
For the many worlds beyond us
There are no glaciers near or large enough
To quench or quell the intensity of this inferno.
Face it my pet, there is just simply no way
To cool the heat
That lives in this world
Between us.Bobbi Baker
Reposted from: erospainter:
I feel the same way about solitude as some people feel about the blessing of the church. It’s the light of grace for me. I never close my door behind me without the awareness that I am carrying out an act of mercy toward myself.—Peter Hoeg (Smilla’s Sense of Snow)
Reposted from: masochisticbeauty:
when I have so corrupted this fragile thing
and brought out
a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore
for my enjoyment and pleasure
…taking everything I dish out to her
…at that moment
she is never more beautiful to me.– Marquis de Sade
and He enjoyed her discomfort as she obeyed …
Reposted from: sheslostcontrol-again:
Holding still. Quiet. Not covering up. It was the hardest part for her.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY