Held to your chest,
My ear to your heart –
That is where I sleep…
And dream of being…
Held to your chest,
My ear to your heart –
(130 characters)
Naughty Bits
Fire Dance
Leaves crackled underfoot as I crept near, drawn by the flickering glow of a camp fire that cast wavering shadows across the small clearing.
Watching secretly from the bushes, I saw a raven-haired girl dance to the throbbing earth-beat that pulsed up through her bare feet.
Bejeweled toes flexed, digging deeply into the coarse sand of the pit – talons holding prey.
Snaking arms glinted with golden bangles and coin bracelets clattered a cadence as her body pitched forward stretching…reaching.
Undulating hips rocked sinuously from side to side – honey trapped in an hour glass – Looping-Dipping-Lifting. Inviting men and their money.
A moan escaped my throat; my belly beckoned me to sway to the primal drum – to join her fire dance.
Startled, I gasped as another coin hit the ground at her feet tossed by an invisible hand. Who else watched from the shadows?
(Note: This is a compilation of individual tweets (140 characters or less) woven together into a single moment in time.
A Prayer (aka God & Goddess)
Written five years ago – a former lifetime, it seems now- I searched high and low for this piece and gave it up for lost. Out of the blue, it quite unexpectedly reappeared today.
Close your eyes and see my face;
Fall into my warm embrace.Let me whisper in your ear
All the things you want to hear.
Fall into my warm embrace.Let me whisper in your ear
All the things you want to hear.
Feel me, smell me, taste me…
Take me;
Heal me, spell me, waste me…
Wake me;
But, not before dawn’s first light
For God and Goddess rule this night.
Sheet Music
Tingling fingertips caress with the lightest touch and a soft sigh escapes parted lips as she faintly recalls being touched that way.
(135 characters)
Now..
Tear drops trickle down her cheek as her nails dig into the fabric that mimics skin and mocks her desire. Hungry. So very hungry.
(129 characters)
And now…
Pear juice floods her mouth and drips onto her fresh, clean Egyptian cotton sheets. “More please,” she begs. “More.”
(116 characters)
InSex
Restless.
She walks.
The cool evening breeze dries the sweat on her brow,
But does little for the wet heat pulsing between her thighs. (134 characters)
Out of the quiet, still evening
The katydids’ song swells.
Responsively, her belly and breath draw
Inward-upward to the percussive symphony.
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