I’ll never tire of this duo. His sound, her voice, her movements, not to mention the lyrics ...
Pure. Fucking. Raw. Sexiness !
I’ll never tire of this duo. His sound, her voice, her movements, not to mention the lyrics ...
Pure. Fucking. Raw. Sexiness !
All I feel now
Is the weight of the day
I need you with me
To push it away
We disappeared into each other
Colors appeared and bleed into one
Fade into me, fade into you
Two of us melting together
Until we become something new
We can't escape
And watch the world chasing to find us
Both of us hidden from view,
If you, fade into me, fade into me
When I'm broken
You're the one thing I need
Like an ocean
Feel you crash over me
We disappeared into each other
Colors appeared and bleed into one
Fade into me, fade into you
Two of us melting together
Until we become something new
We can't escape
And watch the world chasing to find us
Both of us hidden from view
If you, fade into me
Not gonna fall in
Drown in the moment with me
Sinking till we start to breathe
Fade into…
Pristine blossoms of honeysuckle beckon him…
their soft sultry scent carried
on the back of a summer breeze
delivering tantalizing sensual fragrances
Cascading blossoms swell and sway
on moistening ivory towers..
Hands ... sliding ... gliding ... striding,
between supple roots of delicate flowers.
Primordial urges pulsate, engorged
with seeds of sexual arousal.
Nimble fingers stroke, tease, tantalize.
Effortlessly, succulent petals open
Spreading, yielding, to his majestic touch.
enslaving it with his hungry mouth,
a skillful tongue delves in
prodding, probing, penetrating
Coiling and exploring, slowly trailing
along the fleshy stem of his desire.
Glistening dew, of sweet nectar oozes,
He licks every droplet of this…
Elixir of the Gods!
~WW
*This was inspired by a blog post, viewed from a different perspective 🌹
Trends come and go. Fashion changes from one moment to the next, except for the classics ...they are here to stay. 😈
There is something to be said about thigh highs ,a garter belt and heels. It doesn’t matter if a woman wears heels alone, or a combination of the three, it’s still an exquisite vision.
This remains a popular fetish, and seems to be growing. As for me, there are few things sexier. I love the feel of her stockings as I run my hands up her legs. The look of her anticipation in her eyes, waiting for my hands to move between her legs, and feel her wetness
I love the way a garter belt frames a woman’s body. I love the sound of it snapping, the vision of the straps hanging down. I love to watch a woman walk in heels, knowing that she has to put some effort into her walk. I love the sound of her heels as she walks. I can feel my arousal growing, as I watch this poetry in motion.
She dressed as he commanded …
did as she was told
passing him on the street
as if he were a stranger
Thigh highs ... stiletto heels clicking
like a street walking beauty, smelling
like cheap perfume,
and degradation
Silently, he watched … as she walked
down the alley
knowing what was to come
There she stood, skirt hiked up
like a cold soaked whore of the night
her scent
Of desperation fermenting
like a dark bordeaux, uncorked,
waiting to be tasted
He advanced...
his hardness straining against
the zipper
of his pants
She felt the cold steel of the cuffs
encircle her wrists, feeling his
hot breath on her neck
she listened …
As he spoke of freedom
impenetrable darkness
dreams sweet as vintage port
Her body betrayed her,
while his fingers traced
the outline of her shame
Pushed up against the wall,
stripped … whipped … fucked
taken to the extreme
She cried … as the acrid taste
of her tears
turned
to
fine
wine
~Wicked