Monday, April 4, 2011


The moonlight streaming in through the open window cuts gently through the darkness, illuminating your naked form, as you stare out into the starless night.

Mesmerized, I watch you with silent desire.

You feel my presence but remain fixated. It's only a matter of time, you know I will come to you.
I cannot resist my consuming need to feel your skin beneath my fingers.
I touch you.... your neck and your shoulders, softly massaging you as my hands work their way down your back, my hands now resting on your hips, as my mouth begins to explore the same path.
I kiss your neck, with slow burning kisses, savoring the saltiness of your flesh.
I will never get enough.

As I move my lips to your shoulders, you turn to face me... your hands grasping me tightly around my waist and pulling me forcefully against you.
My breath is short, my hands on your back again..
I look into your eyes, pleading... wanting...hurting...begging for you...

Anything.... anything for you.

©2011 Garden Summerland

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