Limbs bend and tangle casting their undulating shadows;
Dancing to a tumult of pounding, moaning and blowing.
Outside the storm raged on, too.
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Hurricane Season
Naughty Bits
RDA
Lingering in the produce section, she admired the squash and cukes,
but it was the girth of the carrots that excited her.
Clean up on aisle 3.
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but it was the girth of the carrots that excited her.
Clean up on aisle 3.
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Fingers stroke the downy, palm-cupped flesh, swollen with honeyed juice.
One bite to drown grazing lips in the glacéing flavor spill. Peachy.
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*Original photo courtesy of “Mischief”
Tasty Dish
He liked the spice in Monday’s red beans and rice;
Jambalaya thrilled his taste buds, too.
He’d go out of his way for a café au lait;
Even a bowl of gumbo would do.
Yet, he’d an appetite for a certain delight;
One you can’t find in a roux.
No. Po boys or crawfish weren’t his favorite dish,
But a tasty New Orleans tart that he knew.
Red, White & Blue
The voice, like a warm, wet tongue in her ear, “What are you wearing?”
She reddened, “Y-you have the wrong number.”
“Then why are you…wet?”
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Sinking into the pile of pillows propped behind her, knees raised and parted.
Easy access for fingers to tease the white-hot flame of desire.
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She simply adored those fine, plump orbs –
Skin drawn taught over fleshy meat, bursting with juice.
What a lovely shade of blue.
Irresistible.
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On Daddy’s Day…
Brazenly, she parked herself on his lap, wrapped her legs around him and pressed her warm flesh to his chest,”Your present is ready, Daddy.”
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Her gift was simply
All that she is and all she will be:
Each breath, each heartbeat, each thought, dream and smile – His.
Such tiny offerings.
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