Even when sleep calls Promising to treat me better than any lover I climb from the cradle of its arms And put myself to work
Will we… Meet in the middle Touching from lips to toes Finding exquisite release If we only find each other Connecting in a moment of chance
In order to be the woman you want I strip down to skin and bones Revealing marrow, sinew, deep tissue Hoping you’ll see me And want what I have to offer
Magnificent creatures Appear in the night Large eyes aglow On the hunt for prey
I’ll let a little sunshine in If you give me a reason to smile
The color of money If you have it Spend it wisely
Going for two months of some kinda daily writing. We’ll see how I do – When damp lips Require a delicate touch Will you move heaven and earth For a simple taste
Beauty is what you conceive it to be Flowers twined around bare thighs A pink tongue peaking out to tease The particular construct of a face Preference plays a peculiar role Am I beautiful? Or am I an artfully constructed lie? How do you see me?
For the love of The shape of my thigh The curve of my stomach The heft of my breast I’m not asking for worship But simple reverence will do
I ache Need multiplying Until I writhe Moan out my frustration Then climax With thoughts of you Cradled between my thighs