Boundless Dreams and Desires

Artist George Garland; pinterest.com

It was a long arduous ride across the western plains by carriage – days even – but they only felt like minutes with ravishing Verbena at my side.

Somewhere along the way, I must have been chattering about our dreams, a ranch house with horses and children and a future we could build on, and that’s when she turned and pressed her mouth to mine.

Her soft lips felt like the gentle lapping river forging a ravine through a dense forest of pine, smooth and warm and full of life, arousing in me my deepest desire to have her.

As passion flourished and her fingers tore through my hair, I stopped the carriage in the middle of an open valley, the sky like our future wide open before us, and I knew that for now, our dreams could wait.

Every Day Forever

Artist Ed Tadiello; pinterest.com

In a lone cabin deep in the heart of the forest, we slip into the bedroom and surrender to the hunger that has been building in our bodies all weekend.

While your hands explore every muscle of my taut frame, feverish intensity rises to new levels as our tongues engage in playful arousal.

“I’ve always known you loved me,” you whisper into my mouth, “since the day we met at the lake.”

“Since that day and every day forever,” I say as our breath mingles together and our kiss dissolves into one craving delicacy.

You’re early

Artist Ernest Chiriaka; pinterest.com

Languidly and licentiously Fuchsia applied ruby lipstick and puckered in the mirror, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her lover would be here soon, and she found herself lightly panting in anticipation and expectation, not necessarily from where they were planning to go, but rather what they were planning to do there.

In a flash, she barely had time to gasp, sensing his presence suddenly behind her, feeling his strong hands caressing her warmth and his lips pressing to her neck.

Fuchsia clutched to the dress that she had meant to put on for their date, covering only her front, whispering with euphoric realization that he was actually here, “You’re early, my love!”

Under a Canopy of Love

Artist Edwin Georgi; pinterest.com

As the day yielded to a cool summer evening, we strolled among the apple orchards whose thick branches lifted over us like a canopy of love.

Quiet was the wind that blew peacefully along the grassy ground, its blades yielding sweetly to your feet with every step.

Tenderly I wrapped my jacket over your shoulders, desiring to soothe your chill with warmth.

“I love you,” I whispered, knowing full well that beginning tonight, my life would never be the same because you were in it.

How to Truly Live

Artist Arthur Sarnoff; pinterest.com

The dream I had envisioned last night of Lotus undressing on the grass by our lakeside cabin was as vivid as if it had actually happened.

And the next morning, it did.

As the rising sun at dawn glistened the color of sapphire over the ripples of the lake behind her, she laughed with joy as she lifted her dress over her head.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, Lotus dove into the lake, swimming out a ways until she turned back, gesturing to me, calling me in, inviting me to throw caution to the wind and truly live.

Tonight You’re Mine

Artist Coby Whitmore; pinterest.com

Celosia’s deeply seductive eyes fixed on me with intensity, ferocity, and potency, potent for making love, which she was so tumultuously good at.

She slithered closer until I could feel her hot breath on my ear, the tip of her tongue trailing gently along the edge of it, teasing, goading, tormenting, forcing flames of desire to ripple to the surface of my rock hard body.

“Tonight,” she whispered close, “you’re all mine.”

For my reply, my mouth slipped delicately through loose tendrils of blonde, finding her ear, whispering with defiance, “No, Celosia, you’re mine.”

Slow Dance of Enchanting Words

Artist Jim Schaeffing; picssr.com

My words breathe sultry over your ear, the caress of my salacious discourse that finds its way into your pores, through your veins, and straight to your heart. You shudder at my amorous enticement that sends first shivery goose bumps, then incandescent passion, and finally pure bliss. These words of mine draw out your extraordinary essence, a woman of refinement and poise, of beauty and desirability. And you bathe in their tantalizing effect that stirs tiny orgasmic microseisms beginning at the whisper in your ear and spreading lower in warmth and flame.

Next come my lips, a delicate kiss against your ear lobe, evoking a gasp, a moan, a pulsation in your voice, in your breath as you exhale. Trailing down your cheekbone, my lips ingest your velvet skin one brush at a time, slowly, languidly, delighting in the touch of your softness and the aura of your warmth.

Finally come my hands, stalwart and forthright, rugged yet sensitive. The one on your bare shoulder slides lower, trailing delicious curves and resting on your hip, drawing you madly against mine. My other hand like a feather slides your dress strap down your arm, letting it hang over your elbow until it slips further down. When the strap on the other side follows suit, you turn to face me, your eyes a glowing fire within, your breath quick-paced and eager.

As our lips meet with life-sustaining intensity, the words that I planted in your heart earlier suddenly blossom into a rose, a flower ready to be tended and watered.