Your deep voice humbled me.
Lovingly held, I slept.
have to wait another 12 minutes for the next one
as complicated her mind’s thoughts that weave in and out …
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
When all i do is try to be liked by them ?
matter to someone who means so much.
crystal clear to me...I am not alone.
sometimes the sexiest qualities to have
before she realized it was gone.
that was consuming her from within.
her prim and proper life.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
I'm still recovering from memories of you.
a walk along the lake. The simple things make me happiest :-)
licking, carressing, sucking, probing
Loving every minute of it
Through the thorns her beauty lies. The soft red petals adorn her face, sparkling rubies.
But I really don't like it right now.
we learn to look at life in a different way.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
frail, and tiny thing...consume all my turmoil and fire.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
A memory fading every day.
devouring his cynical unforgiven heart, piece by piece
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
He was mesmerized when she entered the room wearing only a smile... and high heels
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
alone and he didn't matter
he found true friends and believed.
.. All because you were inside me... Sex.
. That is the question.
A word of complete wonder
that is the beauty of the double entendre :)
than what I am at this moment.
that is beautiful, people want to break. You are beautiful, I'm afraid.
like a blazing comet out of control.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
your butt does not make you a chicken
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
all written when she saw me.