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It’s in the eyes… that gaze that takes me in like invisible hands… fingers that pick up my chin and make me look back… that first moment of contact… shock… breath quickly inhaled… eyes widened then slowly dawns comprehension. Yes… I see you… Yes… draw closer… come into my space enter my world… stay a…

I want you in my bed… your body my blanket covering all parts of me keeping me warm… I want you in my body filling me up claiming me leaving your mark I want your hands touching exploring every part searching out my body’s secrets I want you to take revel enjoy what is here…

I stand here feeling a bit wild looking to be tamed wanting your hands in my hair to pull it back so I look up at you and see the fire in your eyes and I want to dance with that fire feel your fire in me lick me all over oh yes consume me…

Lessons taught. Learning right from wrong to walk a straight narrow path. Never to divert… Never to look at the other side or else I will fall, God forbid, in their eyes. Yet, my soul craved to see, to feel, what was there. The possibilities… I started to look… They beat me They scared me…

When I touch you will you feel the same… Will your cheek have the same texture and your kiss will it have that familiar spark that never failed to capture me hold me? Will we be different? Better? Who knows? I’m a little frightened but yet not enough to not see you again I hope…

A Question Are you back for real or just for the moment? Do I trust that? The sound of your voice rings so true It is like your caress on my cheek your kiss on my lips that made me surrender so easily Yet it has been a while I have changed but my heart…

I would dance in the firelight for you……….twirling around………hips swaying in time with the drums…….mimicking the ancient rhythm……… My eyes shoot off sparks created by the flames that seem to dance with me………my arms lift……..my hands reach out……..my fingers beckon you to join me in my dance…………..touch my fingers……..take my hands ……….mmmm………yes………let me lead you…

Residual menthol. Tastes like you When I sip your drink. So sensual. How is it that the rum in this Bloody Mary Tastes like you? As he bangs his strings And he fondles his keys. She slaps her thigh As she teases her mike. Like your cocaine I am ready to explode. As these forces…

We were so good tonight. We had to prove it. Prove that we could keep it in check. And we did. We put on a good show. Each of us knowing… What the other was thinking. Begging each other not to go there. Begging each other to take it there. Begging each other to feel…

Sometimes I wind up alone Even though all I want is to keep talking to you. Sometimes I all I want is to just sleep on your couch. I know what that means. And then you say, “no honey, not tonight” “catch me on a Saturday.” But I just don’t want to cut this off,…