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The Floor Is Lava

Just a day in the life...

As the morning alarm sounds and the automatic blinds open, I rise from the couch and stretch. I started in the bed, curled up next to the woman who feeds and cares for me, but she moves around at night. So, at some point, like most nights, I moved to the comfort of my own space. She smiles at me as she rises, bids me good morning, and offers me breakfast. Of course, it’s the same meal as the day before and the day before...

Miranda lay there under her silk sheets afraid to open her eyes, she didn't want to face the morning. She silently scolded herself for her weakness of breaking a long-time vow to never, ever, ever slept with any man after the first date, no matter how attractive or desirable they might be. She tentatively reached out her hand to the space next to her, it was empty. She was not surprised, typical male behavior. He got his...

Two Lovers

Two lovers find other ways to make love felt.

Upon their bed both do lieHer on her side just rightAnd him right behindSpooned together this tonight. His hand is on her stomachPulling her closer and tightWhile she feels his warmthLying there together tonight. He runs a finger down to her hipShe slyly gives him a wiggleComing back to the special placeThat always makes her giggle. She turns to face him nowJust to look upon his faceSmall kiss on his lipsSeveral gently th...

Just Us

Written shortly after meeting someone very special. You know who you are.

When I'm in your tight embraceand between your lips,The world... stops.Nobody else is here. Us.Forever, in sweet stasis.One simple hug, a warm lingering kiss,The world doesn't know, doesn't careHow much I love you,But I care. I love. I kiss. I hug.My passion for you: never held back, always smoldering.The world doesn't care, has no clue.What you mean to me.You calm me, yet fire me up.I can't think of a day without you.I h...

Friends With Benefits?

I want to kiss you...

She hugs him, holds him, as he holds her- kisses her, on the lips and down her neck. Nibbles a little, comments on something, causing her to giggle. He says something else... she looks down, "Very few guys, past family members, have called me pretty..." She says it, regrets it, feels pathetic for letting him know that, for showing it means so much. "Are they blind? You are very pretty." He tightens his grip on her, lifts...