I love trees… Their calm… their strength…their stories. I love to lie under a tree and I remember once going deep inside a tree to hide during a game of hide go seek. I must have been in my early teens… and all of the sudden I was not alone in that tree. One of…

In through my window the tinkling sound drifts into the dimness of the room. I peer out and see the sweetest little girl dancing and laughing in the bright sunshine her curls fly around her pink flushed face… suddenly she stops… sees me watching her….. with cocked head she picks up her hand to shyly…

Going up and down the spine landing in the most sensitive places to be sensitized more at the very tip with tiny brief touches of tongue teeth lips… Do you feel it? The lightening bolt shock the searing heat on your point waiting for release… the requisite torture to end… Only to be resurrected again…

Kiss me in the dark Your fingers your eyes that guided your lips to mine and you touched them opened them to find my treasure within my waiting tongue wanting to dance with yours oh my sweet kiss me deeply run your fingers through my hair and down my back to my front to my…

Lying on my bed alone thoughts of you… your lips that have tasted me drunk me… rolled me on your tongue like the finest wine… your hands that have touched me played me like a Stradivarius bringing out my music within… your eyes that looked at me deeply taken in my every move seen in…

Even though you sit there calmly with the tip of your pen in your mouth I can tell that you want me… Your fingers are a tad too tight on the tube of metal. Your intake of breath a touch too fast and that ever so slight flush at your neck. Your eyes are kept…

For you I would I would hold back the pressures and uncertainties of the day And bring you to your special place with the scent of pine in the air… The warmth of the crackling fire bathing us in its topaz glow. I would make you a comfortable bed of leaves and pine, covered with…

I watch you move about I know you are aware of me Like I am aware of you. The air sweetly fragrant With the scent of sex Thinly veiled by flowers And candles. I breathe it in and deeply Sigh. It warms me.. Fills me. Flesh reacts. You pretend to not notice.. But I see…

Late afternoon a chill in the air which shimmers with tiny moist prisms catching the late pale sun… The window is open a slight breeze parts the curtains a little allowing a tiny bit of light to stream into the dimness.. Within I await you… in my bed on soft cotton sheets leaning against fluffed…

Warm steamy day moves into evening. The sun takes it’s final bow as One by one the stars comeout twinkling like little fairy lights. I stand here outside catching what little breeze there is… suddenly a cloud drifts by and reveals the moon… its pearl like glow washing over everything into a silver white shimmer…