there he is on cotton sheets -
stomach muscles like stones
worn smooth neath a rippling
river of tanned flesh.
the preacher said we had
become one.
he smiles with eyes that
tell me I’m stunning -
it’s a trick he uses that
makes me melt to his
every whim and fetish.
a girlish coyness is feigned,
he pulls me tight and the
stones swell beneath me -
before I know it he’s on top!
the preacher was right.







Yep! Sure did

Shake it


with love & light~ Desire~*~


Lib xx






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