Warm in fleecy fabric Retaining, still, your smell. And all this separation Feels like a living Hell. I would much rather be Curled cosy in your arms But circumstances intervened So here, alas, we are. A warm hand strokes my curvy bum, To distract, and pass the time Recalling mem'ries of your touch Though this … Continue reading Warm, Cosy, Curvy- Sinful Sunday
Isolated again, With me, myself and I, While you spend your time on the other side of town. The fleeting moment was lost when you chose to put me last. And here we are again. A world apart once more... Image: Nadav Kander.
A good meal and a bottle of wine, Sharing the same air, and feeling your gaze. The brush of your stubble against my cheek, Sharp and familiar. ✂ The sensation of your gentle fingers, Your soft, warm breath on the back of my neck. The embracing, enfolding me in your arms Broad and strong. ✂ … Continue reading Missing