These days my senses often find breath within imagery ~ I hold images between my fingers, put them to my lips, and inhale deeply ~
I find ~
The best and brightest of flesh shines for you ~ the lowest cackles and calls too, but for now goddesses call and whisper to you.
For you ~
Tonight, looking at images and images of lovely ladies I found a lass that spoke to me. Literally, with the most purring of bedroom eyes ~
I was captivated ~ and was still captivated when I realised how much she reminded me of earlier incarnations of myself ~ some of those gypsy parts of long dark hair and flashing eyes ~
She is ~ the
Strains of Music heard Late into the Night ~
Listen!
She is an Arabian Day and Rides by night upon Her Thighs of Hard Brown Silk ~
Inside Her ~ all fire longs, and amber, burning long into the dawn ~
Sat cross legged and laughing at the notion of sleep ~ games, candles ~
She has wine and savouries ~
I Shut My eyes and drew Her forth ~ this curling, coiling colour-woman ~
I found her climbing up out of my soul and I've caught her between my teeth ...
for You ~
Here she is now, in a couple of incarnations, awaiting your companionship, your heady games ~ your pleasure ~
Xxx
Feverishly Yours,
missimos
xxx