Happiness is horizontalJust lying hereWith her I hold her in my armsShe's warmInvitingBeautiful (of course) She breathesInOutInShiversI hold her closerKiss her cheekHer hair smells of springOf sunny daysBlue skies Bliss I close my eyesAnd I'mGone
A babblin' brook meanders by as I gaze upon a cloudless sky;Lyin' on the grassy shore, tis nary a thin' I treasure more;A breeze blows softly thru yonder trees settin' my troubled heart at ease;Tis so soothin' to unwind, leavin' my worries far behind; If only for a brief sojourn in a land where dreams are born;My mind wanders to bygone days and joyful adventures along the way; I ponder melodic notes I hear as a tiny song...
I generally do not like massages. There is something about a fully clothed stranger touching me while naked that resonates weird in my mind. It brings to mind the clinical setting of my doctor’s office instead of a relaxing environment. Masseuses also ask awkward questions; “What do you like?” and “What do you want me to work on?” in a coy manner. These inquiries remind me of the strip club venue, being awkward but withou...
Wanting never to hear, cries from you in pain. Soft moans of pleasure, driving me insane. Squeals of satisfaction, showing very plain. Looks upon your face, torturing my brain. Soaring to heights, causing weighty strain. Soft, musing whispers, sound almost profane. Wreathing in ecstasy, struggling to obtain. Breaths, labored, calling out others name. Moving faster together, needing to detain. Climax nearing, elevation ext...
