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Loving the dressI know the rain
The lightning in his eyes
Struck hard
Growling lowly,
The thunder shook her body -
An ache she yearned to fill
For so long
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Loving the dressI know the rain
The lightning in his eyes
Struck hard
Growling lowly,
The thunder shook her body -
An ache she yearned to fill
For so long
We melted into each other
Like butter spread onto warm bread
A good analogyWe melted into each other
Like butter spread onto warm bread
I prefer to not throw stones except to skip them, so they can get away.When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
~ Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
We melted into each other
Like butter spread onto warm bread
When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
~ Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
That body melting into a nice cuddle gives me shivers of delight ...We melted into each other
Like butter spread onto warm bread
I wonder how many ‘ripples’ you have left!When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
~ Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
Yes. You really do have that melting effect on people. Gorgeous - always.
A good analogy
I prefer to not throw stones except to skip them, so they can get away.
Have loved reading your words over the years.
Much better than butter scraped over too much bread.
It is fun to make things quiver longer after the stimulation has ceased.
Very nice choice on the socks.
And….yeah….this one..(gets to me) for…reasons.
Can we add jelly to make it sticky?
That body melting into a nice cuddle gives me shivers of delight ...
I wonder how many ‘ripples’ you have left!
You are truly a beautiful flower!Tightly wound buds
slowly unfurl into
gossamer blossoms
Tightly wound buds
slowly unfurl into
gossamer blossoms
And what a wonderfully developed blossom it is!Tightly wound buds
slowly unfurl into
gossamer blossoms
Lovely words as always and even lovelier picture.Tightly wound buds
slowly unfurl into
gossamer blossoms
It has been a long time. I miss your words and the images they create.Tightly wound buds
slowly unfurl into
gossamer blossoms
Tightly wound buds
slowly unfurl into
gossamer blossoms
Oh fuck, Mooch!!! How am I supposed to speak eloquently now! Sheesh. I’m going to sit in the corner.
You are truly a beautiful flower!
I love the flowery imagery.
*hugs*
gossamer is the kid from saved by the bell, so gossamer buds are his headphones?
well edited picture of one of my favorite bums.
And what a wonderfully developed blossom it is!
Love,
Thom
Lovely words as always and even lovelier picture.
It has been a long time. I miss your words and the images they create.
a little too slowly sometimes - I feel like I have been tightly wound for a long time!
Gorgeous mooch - gorgeous. #ripples
If there is something that I miss
It is this.
Nope, UW…keep that poetry locked tight. I love the words. The picture is pretty sweet as well.
Oh this picture is a wonderfull tease... the promise of a bare shoulder and the wicked curving of your lips... really well done!Is it sweat that sweetly rolls
Down my neck and décolletage
Burning trails over rough, sun
Scorched areas below?
Do I dare to drink deeply
Of this day which is my night
To find a book of proverbs, steam
Lined over walls?
Thank you, Azul.
Seriously still thinking about this one - maybe I am always talking about something that could be linked back to the hit television show Saved By the Bell. (Who else is singing the theme song right now? Just me? Fuck.)
Glad to see you agree, the rear is rare.
You’re so sweet, Thom. Thanks!
Thank you, my friend.
Wow! It has really been quite a while. I’m still here, no need to miss me.
I read this comment as I walked out of work this morning, and I was smiling ear-to-ear under my mask… loving the hashtag.
Bathtime words.Is it sweat that sweetly rolls
Down my neck and décolletage
Burning trails over rough, sun
Scorched areas below?
Do I dare to drink deeply
Of this day which is my night
To find a book of proverbs, steam
Lined over walls?