Love
Tamara de Lempicka — - The Pink Tunic — — 1927 There is no clear line between having and being taken. In the dance of love, we take our...
We’ll fall over the edge together My photo, Artwork, Rome I can taste his skin beneath my tongue. His scent fills my nostrils with that deep,...
“We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it’s a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.” ― Marilyn Monroe I...
You stir slightly as my fingernails trail a gentle indentation across your chest. I writhe up until my teeth can reach your neck; I...
From the day when we met till now, I remember thesmell of your skin, she saysMake love to me before you leave, don’t make...
Dominate me in ways I’ve never imagined Our combined breath echoes within the vacant space. I’ve never quite given myself over to being dominated and...
He writes to metells me of his hunger and his need.Sends me whispers of his desireI read them, thighs pressed tight, unable to sit...
Shyly bold, in the open doorway, I stand before you, feel your eyes create the paths your fingers will followfeel your mind reach to...
You hold me on the very tip of you, driving that raging need I have, making me desperate to have you deep inside. You...
I read it in your eyes. Standing by the window, reflected in the mirror, I looked up and saw you watching. Saw myself through your...
