You’ve left me on the branch Passed up a taste Leaving me to Ripen Or rot But the brush of your fingertips Have awoken a raging need I’m a peach swaying in the breeze Begging someone to take a bite of me
Indelible mark Etched in fragile skin Deep enough to reach my heart Until the ink stains, impossible to wipe away And you are forever part of my skin’s tapestry
Too quiet A waiting Watching As pieces repair A mind reawakens Holding of tongues Finding of places Breaking out of the quiet spaces
I ended the last part at a weird part in the chapter so this section is short. Sorry? It needs a bit more tweaking, but here it is as it is. He closed the distance between them with a few quick steps, caging her between his body and the wall before she drew another breath. …
Chapter 3 Their eyes locked, and for the briefest moment everything fell away; the noise of the crowd, the lights, and the past all melted until it was just them. That lust that ran hot between them flared to life. The thud of her heart in her chest made her feel jittery. Her breath rasped …
Just a little extra I’m off to somewhere so I’ll come back and edit in a bit. – He pulled her across the room by her hair, yanking some of the dark strands out by the root. The pain was breath stealing, rippling along nerve ending still tingling from the rush of her climax. She …
Chapter 2 Driving up to the place made her realize that life had handed Hunter a far better hand since their split. He lived in a grand three-story manor on the opposite side of town in a neighborhood suited for CEOs of huge companies. The long driveway led up to a house that was three …
This story is kind of my baby. It’s my baby I’ve let languish away for a the last year or more because I wasn’t sure what else to do with it. When you love something, you let it rot in your finished stories pile? So, I guess I’ll post parts of it here. Maybe I’ll post …
I’ve apparently been here under this particular alias for 3 whole years. Some of you remember my previous blog, some don’t. I’d like to think I’m far more mature but that’s always hard to tell. I’ve been blogging pretty consistently on one site or another over the course of 10+ years and I don’t …
It’s her full pouty lips I imagine them pursed Sucking at my skin At the hollow of my neck On my taut nipple By the dip of my navel Down to the curve of my hip I imagine returning the favor So she’ll develop a crush on me