Do you?
When you wake in the still dark, skin flushing hot from fevered dreams, do your fingertips seek mine as you surface from the depths of slumber? When your eyes flutter… Read more »
When you wake in the still dark, skin flushing hot from fevered dreams, do your fingertips seek mine as you surface from the depths of slumber? When your eyes flutter… Read more »
I am liquid slick, boiled down under the flame of your fingers. Molten, steamy. Slow burn reduction, simmering under your touch. I am raw senses and quivering heat, pinprick pleasure… Read more »
Blue-black visions swim against my eyelids as I swim to consciousness, fingertips dipping beneath my waistband in somnambulent insistence, trailing fire against sensitive flesh, seeking sweet relief. I am slick…. Read more »
The late-summer mid-afternoon sun streaks through my window and caresses my skin until I stir drowsily awake, the warm rays exacerbating the throbbing pulse between my legs, provoking me to reluctant… Read more »