• alignment

    Broad strokes of a brush paint a picture   of you and I. We wait patiently  for the stars in the sky to line up just right  Just hope that we  don’t wait too long.

  • exploration

    Her heart beats  louder louder  Her breath quakes her hand shakes she reaches down in between  feels the soft edges slides into the fold Heat  Wet Tug Tease Inhale deep Exhale  the slightest moan she presses on doesn’t stop Quickly now But not too quick Her other hand is occupied  Electricity in  her fingertips finds…

  • senses

    Ache that starts in my gut  and moves up  into my throat My mouth is left  to imagine what you taste like soft ethereal flushed and then I wake up.

  • waiting

    How long until my heart is torn in too many pieces. How can you love this much and keep your soul intact.

  • touch

    Light plays off her skin the sun warms the  surface of her face Smells like tall grass waving lazily  Her fingertips brushed  the back of my hand  as she leaned back to stretch her body  ever so gently  I stopped breathing for a moment  then two then three Breathe.