🎶What were you wanting? What was it you wanted? I just wanna say I just wanna say Don’t ever change🎶 (f)
From Dao to Dow.😱 (f)
Take my hand, push me back, and reverberate me through the walls.
“And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…”
Some pieces are timeless….
“Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night.” (F)
🎶I need a woman ‘bout twice my age A lady of nobility, gentility and rage A splendour in the dark, lightning on the draw🎶I’m convinced there’s a Dead lyric (f)or everything. 😁
“This will not do. Call the schoolmaster!”
piper at the gates of dawn (f)
Untamed
Motion in a still. (F)
“Sheela-na-gig, you exhibitionist.’”
I take my fun very seriously.
Clasping for beauty
What shall it be? (F)
“A nude woman was sitting on the edge of a desk next to a globe of the world. The suggested onanism with the piece of chalk intrigued Ignatius. Her face was hidden behind a large book.”
Dear Ignatius, I don’t want to offend your valve; but, are you in interested in a tribute? Kisses, the Minx 💋
“As for her, her orgasm had been lent the necessary dynamic gradient that in classical theater promises its audience catastrophe, immortality, or both.” Skinny Legs And All
“She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting your soul and dancing in its flames.” Nicole Lyons
I was hoping for sexy liaisons with opera singers and embellished flirtations with violin students... but alas, this book was boring AF.
Rest in my hills....burrow in the hollows.... and, let me wrap you in the depth of my valley.
“Sex is what you think you want until you taste sensuality. Then, all of a sudden, you want more.” Lebo Grand
...the ripening of grapes on the vine, the soft lull of bees, the scent of roses in bloom, a hard book in my hand, and the warm sun on my breasts... reading in the garden is a sensual feast.
Unfold my petals and watch me bloom...
