You ask me…who am I? I am myself…I am every woman. I sip the waters when I am parched. I eat the fruit to satisfy my hunger……. I sleep when I tire and rise with the morning sun… I dance to the music …I sing my own song… And when I yearn…I yearn for you…my…

Eyes locked on eyes then breaths quickly drawn in Lips pressed to lips as mouths open tongues glide and tangle… tasting… claiming… Oh yes Hands touching shoulders then arms around pulling closer… This I remember Just hours later I still taste you in my mouth… Feel you on me In me… Smell you on my…

He brought me to the top of the mountain and laid with me on a cloud and with his kiss bonded me to him. There I touched heaven… Now back on earth’s solid ground with his scent still on my skin and his taste lingering in my mouth hours later I still tremble… Who is…

Desires in my mind long to see the light of day yet feel safest in the dark… Sweet velvet covered dark… You who fascinate me tempt me to feel these deeply hidden unspoken desires… wanton needs… buried inside me.. firmly entrenched covered in layers and layers of dense gossamer. Will you lift away each layer…

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…