Thursday, February 13, 2014

Wanting & Waiting

Soft perfume.
Silk voices crooning over a slow saxophone. 
Warm lavender oil hot in my hands bringing a shine to your skin as I massage in concentric circles on your back.
You shiver as my hands move lower, becoming all too aware that my passion is rising.
Your legs move a little further away from each other, and I can see, passion, excstacy, and perfection all in one place, there for me. 
Waiting and wanting.
Wanting and waiting.


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