Dear Santa, What I want for Christmas is… Never mind It’s too naughty to say
Come closer I’ll work my Christmas magic Seduce you with Dancing fingertips Eager mouth Willing body I’ll make you more than merry tonight
“On the fifth days of Christmas my true love gave to me…” She arched her back and presented her breasts to him. His low murmur was exactly what she hoped for when he saw the decorated tips. The slight lift of his brow signaled what he required. She knelt for his inspection, holding her …
She was his present Wrapped with a red bow Placed under the tree Ready to be open and played with I’m late for 12 days of Christmas countdown, but I’ll aim for a short story/poem from now until Christmas. Hopefully it’ll jump start my creativity and your imagination.
Stifled my mind is clouded bubbling and roiling a creative ocean too stormy to produce I simply ride the high waves and pray for the shore
On vacation apparently It’ll return in a week I hope.
I’ve decided to take a break from dating. The dissolution of… Whatever I was just dabbling in has left me feeling fragile. I was once again too much and not enough for someone. Oh the gentle letdown of “deserving someone who makes you a priority.” The sad thing is I can’t stop myself from hoping …
I wish we could’ve been effortless A little more effort from you A little less demanding from me Now we’re finding what we deserve I deserve someone who wants my affection You deserve someone’s attention you want
sweetly on the lips with a lingering touch to say “I’ll kiss you again soon” even when we say goodbye
I am a giver Offering parts of me Praying you’ll receive Love, want, appreciate My gifts