She wrote her words

October 29, 2019

She wrote that her fingers became so many sable brushes on his skin, a subtle interlacing of sensations, creating even greater desire. She wrote that her hands were the tools of a sculptress, engraving tenderness in the clay of his body. She wrote that his mouth, like the poet’s pen, tenderly grazed the vellum of her skin in rhymes of intense pleasure. She wrote her words like torrid and obscene passage from a never-ending novel – sensual, voluptuous, furious. She wrote the words and they became…her lover.

an exquisite moment

January 12, 2018

Intimacy is the fusion of identities, yours with another’s in an exquisite moment of time.