I feel the soft
of your skin
against mine
~ tempered,
exaggerated ~
through the veil Continue reading
Welcome to the Daytona Fever 500.
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens (my whiskered one is a troublemaker) are Good Things, but if I was to sing a song about my favorite things (and I *do* sing, as you will see when you scroll down), I would Continue reading
I have stories. Â They are written on my skin in creases and lines, tattoos and scars. Â My body helps me remember and won’t allow me to forget.
I have a birthday. Â It marks, today, an odd number of years I have spent on this earth. Â I am aging. Â It is a gift.
I have an ancient spirit and an elfin smile. Â I am mischief and widsom, sparkle and depth. Â I am Continue reading
He is shivering heat and thickening hard, willing prey to the beast in me. Â The way he shudders in whispering moans ~ speechless ~ and pleads in body-pressing beseeching non-words sends lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. Continue reading