Scorch The Coming Of Night

Her mouth was on fire, her fingers flashed with flame, she wanted to ignite him that they both might burn as one, and scorch the coming of night. Her tongue on his own was strong, and he loved the way she tasted. Immense pleasure… She was tough and soft, and struck such balance that he could not help but want her. He’d forced his heart open to show her everything… their’s was an honest meeting of the spirits. There was no division. It was Communion.

Worthy Of It…

True love… or maybe better Real Love is something I find that most do not comprehend in this day and age of social media Loves, Likes, Follows, Friending, and Unfriending. Love is a click away… right? Loving someone for their Mind, Spirit, and Body goes far beyond hormones and pheromones and “chemistry”… trust me those things are quite important. Real love is a quality choice and it takes effort and work and can be very hard… its not easy to stand firm in love… to be fiercly rooted in it. But when you find that one who is worthy of it…. pour it out and wring every drop and give it to them freely to make room for the love that is being offered in return.

 

Blossom

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anaïs Nin

 

 

Thank you my friend and witness…

Withered Lips

“On thy wither’d lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour, Shall thy youthful heart restore. (Such kind showers in autumn fall, And a second spring recall); Nor from thee will ever part, Ancient Person of my Heart.”

John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester