Her Book Boyfriend

Artist Edward Runci; pinterest.com

On a windswept beach
under a golden sun
bathing in the cool shade,
she stenciled a heart
into the soft sand
and dreamed of him.
Her lover was larger than life
In every way,
Walking tall and strong,
Protecting what was his,
Romancing what was hers,
Enjoying what was theirs.
Her fantasy,
Her mirage,
Her apparition.
Seductive
Alluring
Invincible
Was his look,
his walk,
his touch.
She came here to be with him
To soak in his smile
To graze his sweet lips
To make her skin tingle
To make her heart flutter
To make her folds simmer.
He was here in her heart and mind
Bursting from the page
To ensnare her delicate essence.

The Dance

Artist Jose Luis Benicio; pinterest.com

Alabaster clouds of cotton hung in an otherwise deep beryl sky as a gentle summer breeze wafted across the plains. Tree branches leisurely swayed in the hot afternoon, and the chirping of birds as they flitted about peppered the land with peace.

Strumming my guitar, I sang a dance number for Ava Lucia who clacked in her heels across the boarded wooden floor with ease, grace, and polish. As I played, I feasted my eyes upon her and fell in love with the dream of my desire. Ava Lucia swayed her hips back and forth, flipping up the front of her dress, teasing me with her creamy smooth thighs. Her lovely long curly black hair tossed about as she danced, and the rhododendron behind her ear made her irresistible. I enjoyed scrutinizing her hour-glass figure and deliciously exposed skin under her revealing white blouse.

Many times I had seen her dance, but this was the first time she had danced just for me. My heart quickly intensified like a lion on the prowl as my body responded to her dance with the fire of passionate wantonness.

Yet her expression was melancholy, so I placed my guitar down beside the edge of the bench and my heart went out to her.

Stopping in her dance mid-stride, Ava Lucia spun around to face me. If I had known earlier that she would glare at me as she was now, her beauty as brilliant as the shining sun, I would have put my guitar down long ago.

“Why did you stop?” she demanded.

I gazed deeply into her sparkling eyes and strode confidently right up to her, my hand finding her waist, yanking her into an embrace. “I cannot bear to see you this way,” I told her with my breath on her lips. “You dance the steps with anger. What he did to you was wrong.”

“It is my heart he broke,” she replied, not budging from my embrace. “Not yours.”

“But I care, Ava Lucia,” I said, my heart racing, my lips wanting to devour hers. “Can’t you see that? I have fallen in love with you. Desperately in love.”

“But I,” she began, fighting her feelings, pulling away, but it was no use. Her heart had been drawn in just as deeply as mine. “I …” Finally her mouth smothered mine as her hands found their position on both sides of my face, deepening the entrance of her tongue, which pressed hard against mine. I returned the kiss, twice as passionate, and wrapping my arms around her waist, lifted her into the air. With the warmth of her body on mine, I carried her over to the couch, where we would continue the dance, without instruments or steps, but only our fervent mutual aphrodisia.

Longing and Waiting

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Morning on the lake was placid solitude. Birds chirped in harmony, whose tweeting echoed across the surface of the water to find a home in Oleander’s heart. She had been lying in her rowboat overcome by hardships, torn from the inside, crushed by every single blow of life. But here, in this place where green mountains and rocky cliffs rose at the water’s edge, she sensed the contentment that grows deep within and comes from a source unknown to most but known to some.

And she breathed.

An inhale long and slow and lovely, an exhale to push away the longing in the deepest recesses of her soul. How could she not think of him? Her darling love that had been away too long, soon to return, he had promised. But recent misfortunes had come into her life without him one after another, and she desperately missed his arms, his touch, his kiss.

This was their lake. Hours of passionate lovemaking in the lakeside inn would always lead back here, a row in the boat over calm waters that spoke peace to their hearts and nourished their love. He would hold her, and they would kiss and melt together into lovers’ bliss.

As she dipped her foot over the edge of the boat into the cool water, she closed her eyes and dreamed of him. She could see his eyes now and almost feel them watching her, always with love, and sometimes with lust. It felt good to be wanted, desired, loved.

And then a sound cut the water, the birds, the morning, and the dream. No, it couldn’t be! She sat up quickly and her heart skipped a beat. Another boat in the distance was rowing its way in her direction. Was it? Could it be?

Tears trickled to the surface and filled her eyes as she cupped her hands over her mouth. As the boat drew nearer, she saw him, his face radiant with a smile, her lasting hope and joy.

He was here.

A goodnight kiss

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Moonlight gleamed across the hay-covered loft
with a silver ray of light
dancing over her delicate
wavy blonde hair.

I leaned up from the ladder,
captivated
and heart-struck,
beholding my lover’s beauty.

Leaning over the top,
she smiled through her loving gaze,
and our lips met
like two stars converging
in a galaxy that knew no other.

I whispered goodnight,
a tender voice
but a desperate plea
to be with the one I love
forever and ever.

My loving gaze

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Artist Pino Daeni; pinterest.com

In tropical fields of fragrant flowers, I held you and gazed into your loving eyes.

The warmth of our bodies melded in sync as skin pressed to skin.

Beyond the mountains, a rainbow glowed across the horizon, painting the rain-saturated sky and showering over us until we were drenched in each other’s love.

Your head tipped back as you moaned in ecstasy and my mouth finally lowered to yours, indulging you in sensual rapture.

The Fuel of our Loving Desire

My mouth trails unhurriedly on the road from the nape of your neck to your loving sweet spot.

Indulging in you, my lips caress your slender shoulders of smooth ivory like buttery cream on vanilla delight.

Strong and tender are my hands that clench your flesh under your red silk dress as you exhale a deeply orgasmic delectable groan.

Your heat presses into mine, our bodies fueled by our loving desire.

Futile Resistance

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Sands velvet to the touch soak up the midday heat, drawing passion and desire into intense intimacy.

Waves of the ocean kiss the beach as my fingers press deep into your shoulders, the conduit of electricity that pulses through my massage.

I feel you resisting, opposing the feelings that you know will lead to euphoric rapture.

Why do you pull away, struggling against your own heart, against your body that rises in ecstasy, longing for release?