the tigress

she prowls the locus the energy spike of that man's life
her hunt is anything she pleases
a lady without limit or excuses
 
*****

we where once lovers her eyes the fire warming my heart and soul
her eyes need no excuse to please

no please of silence no excuses for apology
she was and is the great tiger

what she desires the gifts life has to give are hers
her power without dominion succeed in making a warm heart blaze

i her fire the roaring furnace , a joy a pleasure to a warmed heart
some romancing's are no fiction, just the facts mam

:-)

the lady of roses

your eyes are like sky blue purls 

your lips the brush of wisdom of seduction 

your heat a chalice a breath of deep eternal life 

your mind the wisdom of the ages witch 

your words the fountain of a horny but youthful spirited minxy 

your the sum of years the parts of the pettles 

a good palm reading your the cusp of mother natures princess 

in the eye of every storm 

a calming influence even on the hungriest tiger and your totally unique

totally worthy of seduction

an insatiable curiosity
 

memory thorn

many a day i had sought her
my mind open as the dandy lion seed floating in air

her heart you see spoke words ...
spoken through the air it was not much... to say

more the words her heart did speak ...
one electric i seek to keep , words a mind speaks deep

arm in arm we jostle for space
her heart a rose in bed we keep

a room full of strangers to a passion deep
in her arms i keep her wings about me

in moon light we walk in spirit
two pairs of lips pressed together , tongues caress

thumping hearts meet lip to lip , tremors possessing no time
a place of light behind her eyes , her hand's caress between my thighs

motions hidden her fingers in mine ... entwining the singing sun
my hand crosses her hips my fingers tinkle her naval my thumb on her belly lip

circle the moon lit island with my lips ... her sighs an infinity temptation
heart full love i whisper my mind in a cocoon , feather filled pillows of the mind

almost unknowing i kiss her nipples , they glisten in the moon light

*oh how her eyes do glitter the pink of her nipple spiky vanilla scented to the heart of man*

her lips caress my arm ; her tongue tip riding my skin...
my finger tip between her lips ,

softly bitten
my arm encircles her abdomen from behind , my thumb stroking her belly button softly

sensually .. delightfully free

my lips caress hers her tongue sliding across my upper lip

*warm intimate sound we make the air a passion*

*loving air*

my fingers slip over her back my fingers press her shoulder blades ...
firm caresses down her spine....

*what is she to me but creature divine*

*what he to me this moment potent air*

*the hearts thunder*

a caress of air the lips she presses to my arm
my hearts against her back ,

*we feel the quiver*

*souls without end for being in each other*

the very tip of my finger caresses her fold's , circling her pinkness wet and succulent.. ;-)
her heart thundering not in her chest but on my fingers in simple creamy rhythm.

her hand does wonder between my thighs , her fingers encircling ...

*enticing my embers*

*hot and proud*

*as a singing bird proud*

my palm caresses her thigh , my fingers wet my thumb folding her inner lips ...
a hot rush of smoky cinnamon  fills the air with her musk ,

*her scent my soul's memory her place between my heart ; my thighs*

she rides on my lap ... she slides me in ... she feels my stiffness my desire..
can barely breath..

*the rose is but a dream*

*the memory*

*the thorn*

the water mellon of excessive dance

we had the night to play her and i

for weeks we had been around the disco techs ...
danced and got to know one another...

over time the we got closer and closer

her heart and mine beating in time to a beat as of the butterfly forests..

ever time we met we cuddled and my heart beat in her chest but nothing had been seen ...

tonight she greeted me softly
tonight we kissed and held hands.

two hearts joined as one tentatively as we entered the club... ;-)

they where playing various club classics of the dance era hot pulsing music

we danced but not together , just having fun ^_^
close but not .... (you know what i mean)

our eyes met we chatted at the bar , the talk intimate .. meaningless but in some way deeper than the stars in heaven..

souls fluttered moved to a beat of the aching heart but the joys of trust..

the depths of our dance , the music loving ,
a tune to the beating heart one of sensual and erotic love.

*a moment of silence i remember*

she pulled me onto a box at the side of the stage ...
i had never done this kind of thing ; i had danced but not in-front of lots of people...

she in-front of me , pulling my arms around her , the caress of her buttox and back against my damp chest... deep silent breath , as one dancing free.

*silence fell in a room full of loud pumping music*

*silent whispers of errant minds**

*a jilt a silver river of passion*

the wind passed the night an ember on my living soul.

as the night closed in ... we took a taxi home.

holding hands in the warm cabins cubbied noise..
kissing , hairs caressing , her fingers on my lap my hand caressing hers...

*a breathless buzz a silent fervent energy*

*twining birds in the dark*

*calling winds of loving heat*

the taxi arrived anon , i helped her out as a gentleman would.

we kissed in the lobby portal giggling ... :-)

and climbed the 2 story stairs hand in hand warm and smiling.

we crossed the door the key already in hand..

i put the kettle on for some tea..
we sat on the sofa ... ah some music (remote makes it easy :-) )

i lay on her chest my frosty blond locked hair , her nipples on my lips her chest a warm luxury ..

*roses of love*

*heart pulse *pink**

caresses in the warm dark
the salty pink light the moon shimmering in the shadows and illuminating the warm silky skins ...

*thigh met thigh*

fingers lit high

*temples of thundering fire*

warmth no shattered lire

hands moved , crossing thigh arm and chest,
hands meant to meet in the warm dark ..
to the shattering depths of the warm saxophone and light drums.

*kettle boils*

bat man moved the line

kettle water the tea to make

*the mood of moodening awake*

on my lap she sat ... wiggling ...
my hands about her breast her chest.
nipples a warm pink smell a sweet cinnamon a lilac scented dream. ;-)

*to hold her fast*

the chalenge met 

*eyes between us met*

the simmering truth a bold declare , the love we found a hard alibi
the fields we plough the thought we weave ..
passions in hearts do cleave...
the place we came the shivering fold the moon inside her hold..

her fingers caressed my glistening rod.. caressing up and down ,
delight her rose @-',--- the point of her nipple under my swirling tongue.

her lips doth part her tongue to taste the red cheery tip of my hardened wand...
curling down and up , her lips a sensual kiss a demand to submission i do not mind.

*heated stars are known*

*TO BURN*

*the clouds around the star to glow*

*and burn*

her mind and mine we simmered the passions the fruit of a thundered glories.

on the shag carpet we coiled ... behind her and around her ...
her buttox caressing my inner thigh and cock..

*my hand on her hip kept the tempo*

*her belly button my temple*

i slid up to her down ... we met to beat and not..
the growing passions a sea most warm chaotic..
her lovers juice spilling on my centre.. the core the throbbing roster

*tides did tumble*

the tips of a heat

*the quiver of lips parted*

her inner lips held me , i slid a rising thunder..
her warm cup filling with a glowing light ...
faster we moved ... she quivers a rush of cumming..

@-,/'--',---

*butter flies roll*

*butter flies shimmer and slip*

from buttock to nipple lip we flowed in orgasm..

*a shinning light behind the eyes as lips met*

*a ripple of rivers lept*

i moved with her ... cumming in hard pants.

*end* hehe

Hearting my Stars

rest in my arms the arms of the milky way embrace you
my heart the centre my being the edge
the thoughts in your head at one with the sparking lights
your soul an outward glow your eyes a misty pool
your dreams ever restful in my loving arms

Dragons love and feeling

the touch of a sensitive mind , the hand caresses deep in each-others soul

vulcan's are known for logic but what people often miss is the deep passion of their sexual techniques ;-)

touch hand to hand take time and feel each-other through them...
lips can caress but feel deeply , breasts and hearts touching entanglements..

the caress of the spiritual being , the caress of the physical and sensual self,

know thy self  know thy partner , know one another

depth is a matter of trying not simply looking at some smut and never feeling the deep bond ...

dragon and rider share a bond beyond the simple feeling of physical prowess ... ummmm ^_^

*twinkle twinkle little star*

his name talmaron her name KasNarpet

they met in the heat of a dead woods the only respite from the sun ...
a pool of clean water deep and pure from the mountain

no amount of caned water could replace that source of freshness ...

dragons drank from lower down the river the soul bond with rider sending shivers ,
pure joy and radiant light from heart to mind with every splash and sip on dragon tongue...

Hard not to lay here and feel that presence the two hard working riders thought and lay in the short pine woods next to the blessedly cool river , the skies full of movements and sounds but far away.....

half an hour passed and to be honest it was the best part of a day , the sun moving across the sky towards evening but still well into the afternoon.

his temple was her tight belly her button his lips fountain..
fingertips damp slid over her firm belly button the tip of his tongue caressing her with delicate ease..
her finger tips caressed his head his light hair full in the hands of a magnificent lover.

the fingers scratched her belly lightly the passions making the pain that bit more splendid ;-)

her scented and soft pelt under his lips ; each caressing suckle pointed with her fingers clawing his naked back...

silver quick tongue flicked the warm bud of her being to her soft cinnamon cries of exctacy

paused moments a fountain of pleasure and grace

shawood showers of light

take a tear drop cast to the wind
the purls on your skin are beautiful to me

we hold hands chest to chest
the breath hot and humid in the temperamental shower :-)

water drips through skin a cascade of social grace ,
more words than ether of us care to use as we kiss in the steamy rain..

slow winding bodies the sounds in the closure like a thunder of plunging steamy drippings..

nakedness , bull blossomed tits against my lips.. the hot pulse of her veins in my blood and touching my tongue..

fingers score my back , salted oils in the pores , to her gentle warmth....

*closure the closet bound in webs of pleasure*

lips caress shoulders the firm snake like muscle reddened by cool teeth and warm tongues,
her lips taste me her mouth as warm with the orange tang of the body oils ,

i'm a silent moment of memory a shard of her being, she a caressing mare i the stallion covered in oily sweat , but fresh and salty to her lips ^_^

her chest tasts like warm butter and the skin a meaty warmth to my lips , her taste one of interest to a mind drifting though out my body , half inside myself and half drifting in cushioned skies.

she lay back in the wet ... her nipples against my lips , warm and sweet as she moaned quietly with warm mirth and love.. a warmth both in my heart and loins,

fingers caressed as she arched her back , lips as of candy honey suckle and sweet wine merge in laughter , desire and caring.

**paused moments fresh and vivid**