Moments with you are a precious gift; a treasure that I thieve, like a callous criminal, from someone else. You aren't mine, not entirely. I must share my prize with another. I snatch my time whenever I can, while you divide your time between two snatches. I say I don't mind, but still I crave … Continue reading Back into the World
Inhale me. Breathe me in deep. Let me fill your lungs 'til they burst. Taste me. Devour me whole. Let your tongue dance upon my flesh. Watch me. See me before you. Let your eyes penetrate my soul. Hear me. Listen to my breath. Let my heartbeat become your music. Touch me. Feel how I … Continue reading Sense-ual
He called me Red. For the colour of my hair, For my rosy red nipples, For my flushed scarlet folds. He called me his rose. For the tint of my lips. For the blush in my cheeks. For the hue of my teasing tongue. He called me a witch. His only true weakness. His kryptonite, … Continue reading “He called me Red”
