the story in my mind (part4) erotica |
Her thighs sway slowly, the weight seems too much for her now but not for me I hold it closely and caress her as I kiss to her knees then moving to the top of her thigh I move north again back to the ...
Posted by Scott on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 09:42:00 PST |
The story in my mind(part 3) (erotica) |
her stomach quivers and sinks as she breathes each full breath, her lips pucker and her eyes close, all that is seen is the soft skin covering them and the empression of my endeaver u...
Posted by Scott on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 12:45:00 PST |
the jeweled lady |
I met a woman
her eyes saphires, her lips rubies
her smile was golden, her skin the shade of diamond
her hair auburn, the color of autumn leaves
her whisper, the breeze
I met a woman.
&...
Posted by Scott on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 04:09:00 PST |
The story in my mind (part 2)(erotica) |
She lays back on the soft satin, like silk her skin slips under my fingertips, she is tight and soft, her breath is heavy weighted with want, urges fill the air between us but only her eyes move...
Posted by Scott on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 01:08:00 PST |
The Story in my mind: the begininng (erotica) |
She is close her heat radiates, I feel it against me, her smell is sweet yet pungent, the sweetness of honeysuckles in the spring, of fresh strawberries as you bite, as the juice trickles down y...
Posted by Scott on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:04:00 PST |
echoes |
realtiy, fantasy, it all runs through my mind each moment, each second that I breath becomes a part of this cast, catalogued, when will the time end when will my life change when will love kiss me sof...
Posted by Scott on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 04:23:00 PST |
mornings are rarely the best part of the day |
there is no peace in this solitary confinement, there is no hope for the distance that I had made and the walls I have built to become smaller, each day I put on another brick, the padded ...
Posted by Scott on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the voices in my head are getting worse be warned |
I scare them all away, always, inside this place I left her it was for the best she never told me was miserable I'm so afraid afraid of failing in all things, in anything, am I lost to a mind and ambi...
Posted by Scott on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the stillness |
in the late hours when your mine begins to roam I think about everything and anything
what could have been what should of been what should never have been and what never will be
I think of kisses in...
Posted by Scott on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ |
Picket fences
All I see is picket fences to houses that hold no special luster or worth. Built by strong hands, tempered and skilled from years of tending to the rich. Pay your bills on time try to...
Posted by Scott on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
