When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best! ~J. R. R. Tolkien
Slices of flesh Sections of self Dissected Into pieces of me
He is my home He is my safety He is my balance He is my best friend He is my teacher he is my soul mate He is my lover He is my Dom He is my husband He is my confidant He is my protector He is my editor He is my sounding board…
Red the colour of roses Red the colour of love Red the colour of lips Red the colour of passion Red the colour of blood Red the colour of wine Red the colour of rage Red the colour of lust Red the colour of danger…
One of the sessions I sadly missed at EroticonLive was Ashley Lister’s poetry however I did get the pleasure of hearing him read a couple of utterly filthy but hilarious pieces at the reading sessions on the Sunday afternoon. So I think it is safe to say that you can blame him for this weeks…
Tempting me from the shadows you whisper promises to me offering to kiss my skin like a lovers warm breath luring me with memories I offer you my flesh you caress me with delicate touches that only make me want you more
Gather me in your mind Encase me with your touch Gentle, soft, flesh Waiting For release from Waiting For your sin to gather on me
She waited patiently for her prey to wander by along their way. Like a spider in her web she would lay a delicate thread. Of dreamlike bait to seal your fate. For though she looked like a harmless vision by sinister motivates she was driven. To ensnare, consume and feed satisfying her darkest needs. For…
I am your sin My ripe flesh your chains That twists around your lust And you will starve Unless you feast Within the sin of me
Cat tails… leave trails… that delight and excite Cutting across… tender flesh…with a sting and a bite Each stroke…. paints seven…. tales of desire Red lines… fine stripes… the perfect attire *This is the 3rd post (and the letter C) in the A – Z blogging Challenge
Shape and form Curves and dips To be explored With fingertips Shadow and silhouette Dark and light You and me This perfect night Twist and hurt Rip and tear Hold me tight By my hair Skin and tissue Flesh and bone Consume me now Set the tone Leave nothing known In my mind In all…
Friday! Here we go… 1. Should I, or shouldn’t I do the A – Z blogging challenge in April? The idea is that you blog every day for the month of April (apart from Sundays, although I would still blog then as it is Sinful Sunday) and post something that is related to each letter…
Delicate lace against pale flesh, a suggestion of innocence a look of purity worn to inspire lust and defilement
Caress me Leather on skin A hot touch A bite A sting Only you know how to caress me Day 2 of #febphotofest and if you want to join in check out February Again or click the icon below to see who else is playing along with a month of photography insanity. If you tweet…
A is for Angel all pure and white B is for Bow, tied up all tight C is for Church where good Christians come D is for Decorations beautifully done E is for Eggnog all sticky and sweet F is for Fireplace glowing with heat G is for Gloves furry and warm H is for…
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