|words for no-one|
November 16, 2009
Your texture of your skin was scintillating, launching cascades of fiery erotic waves throughout my body. The tender edges of your fingers scorched heated passages of sensations that burnt deep into my essence. Iniquitous thoughts embraced the depths of my imagination, tantalizing my senses to tempestuous peaks.
The flick of your tongue spoke of resplendent affinity with the heart of my contentment. Enamored with this promise, my treacherous body relented brashly, with a fervent reaction.
One of the greatest feelings in life is the conviction that you have lived the life you wanted to live - with the rough and the smooth, the good and the bad - but yours, shaped by your own choices, and not someone else's.