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********* It just wasn’t merely enough. He flipped her over. His hand rested on the small of her back. Candlelight reflected off her pure, untouched, milky white skin. The bareness of it fascinated him. A blank canvas in which his imagination ran wild with. Her light honey colored hair fell delicately over her toned shoulders. It’s silkiness tempting him to grab it. He took a brief moment before he reentered her. His hands ran over her. Playing with the round curvature of her butt. It was per...

I'm the fever, That burns you, flushing your beautiful cheeks. I am the chain, That binds you, your heart is mine. I am the feather, That runs over you, delicate and soft. I am the whisper, That tells you of passion and desire. I am the corset, That bind and hides all you want. I am the boots knee high and heeled, That walk to the beat of your heart. I am the lips, That you want to nibble and kiss. I am the ice, That sends shivers down your back. I am chocolate, That you drip across my belly ...

I'm the fever, That burns you, flushing your beautiful cheeks. I am the chain, That binds you, your heart is mine. I am the feather, That runs over you, delicate and soft. I am the whisper, That tells you of passion and desire. I am the corset, That bind and hides all you want. I am the boots knee high and heeled, That walk to the beat of your heart. I am the lips, That you want to nibble and kiss. I am the ice, That sends shivers down your back. I am chocolate, That you drip across my belly ...

Life at a Funeral ~ She lay there in the cold, alone. Silence filled her ears. Memories violently came to her. She wasn't sure if her memories she saw now were those she truly remembered or those she had pieced together from stories and pictures... either way, they were vivid. Glances of her childhood so early and innocent. She remembers Tiger, her childhood cat. Poison Ivy and finding it. Her daddy smiling at her as he strapped her in for an afternoon ride. Her mind hurled into her memories ...

It was one of those days. She unlocked the door with the slow and heavy burden of a long day. She dropped her keys on the telephone table, started up the steps loosing one shoe at time. She undid her coat and let it slide to the floor on the landing. She striped her jeans in front of the kitchen and pulled her sweater off in the hall. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra that left an "x" pattern. Pulling her hair up in an unfashionable ponytail she took off the last bit of clothing. H...