Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Hot June




In blistering June
I rose from the sea
Saw him standing
In the heat of the sun.
He was waiting
On burning sand 
with piercing eyes
Anticipating
Combed my hair
wet my lips
Contemplating
Fevered glances
I stroked my thigh.
He was there...
Grasped my hand
led the way
Like he'd planned it
Cool dark air
crisp white sheets
Is were we landed
He cupped my face
caressed my neck
Desire was frantic...
From the arch of the spine
to the curve of my buttock
Is where he kissed me
Soft salty lips upon wet skin.
Lust overwhelming
With gentle breath blew in my ear.
I was melting..
I was lost
I was his
Never ending 

1 comment:

  1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Isaak
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_Christensen

    Another goody!

    PT

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