Here on the tip of my tongue, the final sense, the impetus of hunger the bounty of being sated. It’s the blackberry of the Shiraz … her lips to my tongue It’s tangerine squeezed fresh to her wrist and waterfalling to my mouth. and the sweet syrup of… her **************************************** Just for tonight let me [...]
It’s a sound, or even sometimes a silence she makes that instantly mutes the world but for her heartbeat, my heartbeat, and the vibrations in between. It’s the short “hmm.” with an upward twist that lets me know she’s not paying attention, it’s the lower “hmmm,” when she’s ready to engage her point of view, [...]
Ahhh… the look of a woman. From her head to her toes, as a whole, or focusing on specific parts of her body….god.. it’s like watching a sunset and being able to freeze it at the peak of it’s beauty and just feel that hummm in your chest letting you know this… is something amazing. [...]
“It’s the look”. At least that’s part of it, I’ve told myself over the past couple of days. Nina, over at Closer to Fine had a post one day about identifying as a femme, wanting it to be obvious to everyone that she’s gay, her reactions to butches and theirs to her. I found the [...]
