her hands

So slender its length and smooth to the touch,
Manicured perfectly and dressed up in red,
Vixen nails out to there and tapping impatiently,
ready for a night out on the town to catch an eye,
while they gesture with a language all their own.

So lines have appeared under the daily work load,
chipped nails catch on clothing with another baby to feed,
Caring caresses and pats on the little one's back,
ready to pick up dirty clothes and wash the days dishes,
and be used in a hug when the hubby comes home.

So a little more wrinkled they have stories to tell,
of clapping encouragement at various sporting events,
or catching tears during sad movies or stories,
playing board games with kids and helping with homework,
and still more hugs and high fives of endless encouragement.

So older and a bit rough as they wave to their kids,
Waving high up in the air with encouraging remarks,
or with a pat on the back for a job that is well done,
holding on to their children tightly before they leave,
one last squeeze as grown kids leave to college or a new job.

So weathered and worn which is what a busy life brought,
but now they have slowed down a bit to enjoy life's greatest moments,
the softness of newborn grand babies held tightly within its grasp,
the hardness of a book or a the fluff of a loved pet,
and the comforting and familiar touch of one's true love.

So weak and curled fingers as age takes a toll,
but now it writes with a great fever to share all it knows,
the bruises and cuts it has cleaned and medicated,
the many slow hugs and touches of loved ones and friends,
still so much work to do before it will let the pen go

by Fantazies.

Beautiful Dance

Shhh!! Now be quiet or You shall wake my Heart
The slightest of whispers could tear it apart
my Heart has laid dormant for so very long
And now You tell me You want my love to be strong…..

Dare do I let our Hearts intertwine
How sweet is the music as Your Heart sings to mine
my mind silently screams save my heart now before it can wake
Be gentle, be kind, for my Heart has been through, such God awful ache….

Your words are so soft, Your face is so kind
Am I a fool or am I just blind
To be so enthralled so soon in our Dance
is it safe that You lead in this tender Romance……

Well there You have done it, my Heart is full awake
It pounds, and it beats, can You feel my soul shake
For the gift of Your love, my Heart dares for this chance
my Soul Mate, my Love, Always and Forever, in our most Beautiful Dance.….

By Master Kiss

A princess in white soft sheer lace I see,
My hand slides over her subtle full breast,
Where my mouth will soon rest,
Her sighs of warmth fill my ear,
As my princess pulls me near,
Her whispers of passion release

by Unknown Writer

lovers hands

One hunger sated, another grows.
With but a look, my lover knows.
Her warmth slowly draws atop.
Taken in fully, she'll stop.
Gentle palms hold me down.
Moon lit skin, bare of gown.
With ease and beauty born of flesh.
The heat of her passions cause me to thrash.
The motion of her hips, soon to be my undoing.
My wild desires violently pooling.
The dam of my loins burst free.
Broken through by none other than she.
And with my seed now spent.
She does sweetly relent.
Breast upon my ear.
Her heart for me to her

by RavenLoft

Loneliness is Hell

Though pitious king or prosperous begger
I shall always love you best, above all.
You, who's bidding I cherish most
I shall follow with unbidden desire.
And if I do wrong, through fortune, or deed
Your forgiveness I emplore
Your pleasure I explore.
For loneliness is hell
A spirlaling madness of dark and cold and silence.
A black stone cell that towers over me.
But with womanly grace you bestow upon me
in your bed, a place that I find peace.

by RavenLoft

essence

When night becomes day
Things are different
Colours more vibrant
Situations become crystal clear
Like water in ones mind
And born is a gift
A gift so fragile
It must be guarded with ones life
But that one desperately wishes to give
To feel and to know
Is it real? Am i real?
Don't fill your heart with fantasy
When submission is your calling
Be true to your destiny
Or return
Dont waste time
Neither yours
Nor A/anyone elses
Time is of the essence
The essence is your gift

by Master Kiss

Mesmerized

His words hit home
And stop you in your tracks
And you wonder how you got here.
Shaking your head

Trying to remember you are just sitting in front of a computer
Mesmerised
Wondering
What will He say next?

What will i say next?
He questions you.
Do you answer truthfully
Or commit the sin of lying to protect yourself?

Or do you leap into the unknown?
Take a risk?
And be honest, He requests,
Is that really how you feel?

Answer Him
Feel your inner flood
Touch your desire to open up
Caress your subconsciousness
And concentrate on the exchange.
What is happening here?

A little voice says,
A voice that echos
A voice you want to ignore.
Wanting to climb back up on that pedestal He took away

And turned to dust.
Naked as you came into this world you hope you sound credible
As the words you longed to speak tumble from your lips
Who is this person inside you

That feels so vulnerable yet free
A softer you that wants nothing more
Than the privilege of curling up on His lap?

by Sir Nathan