It Needs Me
11th April 2012
You sit there waiting me, I know it is me you are waiting for, it has always been me. The sunlight dances across your smooth sleek lines, trying to warm you with its heat. . Outside the window the world goes about its business but I am oblivious to them, you are my focus now.
Your presence is like a constant pulse of magnetism to me, pulling me in towards you, closer and closer until my fingers are running up over your legs and across your body. I want to feel your heat but there is none to feel. I snatch my hand away as I realise that although you sit here full of grace and poise you have no fire, no heat, no life… for those things, you need me.
Mollyxxx
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11 comments:
New to your blog. Very much enjoying it.
Welcome and I am delighted you are enjoying your visit here.
Mollyxxx
I’ve seen the way you brought warmth and fire to that table… and I loved the images.
Great post, leaving any reader to want more
Rebel xox
The pictures of what transpired here were breathtaking.
Is it bad that your last couple of sentences has given me a good idea for zombie erotica? It probably is isn’t it?
I am delighted to have stimulated your creative urges, even if they are zombified.
Mollyxxx
It is definitely an inspired (and inspiring!) piece of equipment, especially when graced by the human form
~Kazi xxx
Short, sweet, and leaving the imagination free reign – love it.
I love how you were able to describe the equipment so eloquently and make an inanimate object so sexy. I enjoyed this.
~Robin
I loved the pics on my TL the other day! Loved them!
truly poetic