Crown royal on ice

Charlie turned down the dirt road, heading nowhere in particular. She wondered why she had chosen to take her bike, instead of her car. In the distance, she saw an old bar. Maybe she needed a drink. "Yes, one drink wouldn’t hurt", Charlie said aloud to keep herself from turning around. When she walked into the dimly lit bar, she went immediately to sit in the back corner. “What can I get you,” a sexy voice said, standing over her. When their eyes met, Charlie felt her kitty kat jump, becoming moist. It had been a while, and she was horny as hell. “Crown royal on ice please,” she said trying to take her eyes from his. “Sure thing, coming right up,” the handsome stranger said. When he turned to walk away, Charlie checked him out. His ass was firm and she could tell through his tight jeans that his legs were toned, muscular and would feel great when she held on to them, as she rode him into ecstasy.

When he returned with her drink, she saw the huge bulge in front of his pants. Damn, she thought. All of that and he wasn’t even hard. Charlie knew that she had to have some of that. She loved a man with a huge dick, and appreciated him even more if he knew how to use it. He left her drink on the table in front of her and walked away. Charlie sipped, imagining he was the warm liquid going down her throat. She nearly choked, when she climaxed right there in her seat. She crossed her legs. “What the hell,” she said. The only other customer in the bar looked her way with an annoyed expression on his face. He shook his head, thinking she was some lunatic. When Charlie finished her losing battle with another orgasm, she looked up to see the stranger watching her from the bar. The way he penetrated her with his eyes, sent her body into another wonderful wave of pleasure.

“Last call,” he called out. The other guy finished his drink, left his pay and a generous tip, and walked out of the bar. Charlie wasn’t ready to leave, in fact, she hadn’t put a dent in her drink and she planned to sit there as long as she needed, to finish it. “You mind if I finish up hear first,” she asked. He didn’t speak only walked toward her. His eyes never left hers, burning passion within her. Charlie was about to explode. “Come with me,” he said walking towards a long hallway. Charlie wasn’t intimidated, she welcomed a challenge. She got off on them. She got up from the table, downed the rest of her drink and followed her strange companion.

She rounded the corner and was immediately attacked. He grabbed her breasts, kissing her with electricity. Charlie returned the kiss, using her mouth to show just how unnerved she was by his bluntness. The stranger rubbed her softly, then more aggressively. He moved his hands down to her flower, picking it slowly, feeling the moisture from watering it through her clothing. Charlie grinded against his hand, the crown royal had loosened her up a bit and now she was ready for the adventure he was sure to take her on. She moaned. His hands did wonders to her body. He gripped her tight ass, drawing her close to him. She felt her prize poking her in the stomach.

The stranger removed her clothing intensely, he wanted her. When he saw her turn her bike down the road heading to his bar, he wanted her. When she got off her bike, he wanted her. When she ordered his favorite brown liquor, crown royal, he wanted her more than before. The way her voice seduced him drove him insane. What was it about her? He would show her just how much he wanted her and then some. The lifted her up, placing her on top of a nearby deep freezer. She spread wide for him. Charlie gave him a lovely view as she held both ankles with her hands. “Damn,” he said. She was once a dancer, so yes, she was flexible. Charlie held her position, anticipating him inside her fiery walls. He saw her orgasm decorating her pussy and he used his tongue to accessorize her. She tasted like peaches and cream. When he finished his interior design, she looked sweeter, like icing on a cake. He removed his own clothing. When he entered her, he was home.

Her pussy wrapped around his dick like they belonged together. The way she moved with his rhythm was magical. She played his tune with perfect pitch, unbelievable harmony and just the right octave. He moved deeper. She moaned with delight, still holding her ankles. He pushed harder and she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him into her. She wanted to be in control and he wanted to feel her ride him just as he had seen her ride her bike. A woman on a motorcycle was an aphrodisiac. He wished he was her seat, with her pussy vibrating against his dick. She moved back and forth. He stopped her, holding her in place. He wasn’t ready to release. He wanted her to take him for a ride. He kissed her again, tasting the crown royal on her lips. “You taste delicious.”

He lifted her up again, his hands placed on each of her cheeks. He slapped them softly, but firmly. She rode him as he walked into his office, to his chair. He sat down, bringing her down on his dick hard. She screamed of pleasure, allowing the currents of his thickness to engulf her. Charlie was on the verge on another orgasm. She rode him like her Kawasaki, changing gears just at the appropriate time. He howled, smacking her ass as it bounced up and down. Charlie gave all of her throttle, passing every speed limit possible. She jerked, shifted, twisted, turned, and moved in every way he could have imagined. The girl definitely knew how to ride a stick, he thought letting his orgasm take him over the edge. He pumped harder, rougher, until he wasn’t able to move at all. He held her in place to stop her from moving any further.

Charlie kissed the sweat from his neck, tasting the salt in her mouth from his skin. She whispered in his ear, “baby I missed you.” He embraced her tightly. “I missed you too, can’t you tell,” he said laughing. She continued planting kisses all over his body. When she kissed his neck again, he was ready for another ride. “Baby, it’s going to be a long night. You know what crown royal on ice does to me. So buckle up your seatbelt and enjoy the ride.” Charlie eased down back on her throttle and took him on another wonderful destination. They made love the rest of the night. He wasn’t a stranger at all. He was her lover, her husband, the love of her life. It wasn’t just any old bar, it was their bar, on their ranch, and she planned to remain in his arms until they rode their bikes down the dirt road, to their beautiful home and do it all over again. Crown royal on ice will do it everything, Charlie thought riding the waves of love to more pleasure, more passion, more desire than she could have hoped for.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT:

I pondered this question long and hard. It has been weighing on my mind for a while. I just wanted to know your thoughts.

Is it possible to have PASSION without INTIMACY?

My answer: I believe this to be very true. I went back to a time and place in my life when I was just sitting in the same room as the love of my life and simply became aroused by his mannerisms. The way he cuddled his head in my lap, watching nothing in particular on television. The simple gesture of standing behind me, as I cooked dinner, washed dishes or walked into a room. The way he looks at me, with his eyes telling me how much I am desired, loved and wanted. When intimacy is added, the pleasure from the two combined is magical, breathtaking, simply beautiful.  

"Baking a Cake"

Umm….I think I’ll bake a cake Demi thought as she picked up all the ingredients she needed to make her favorite triple chocolate, seven layer cake. It was her Love's birthday and she knew that it was his favorite. She walked around the whole foods market going from aisle to aisle, just to see if she needed anything else for the amazing birthday dinner she planned for tonight to cook for him. Bread, tomatoes, cheese, olive oil, wine, check chocolate chips, pecans, vanilla extract, amaretto, check. She looked down inside her basket, perusing through all of the items until she knew without a doubt she had everything and then some of what she needed. Jackson was going to be in for a night full of treats and tricks, Demi thought smiling.

The bikini wax she got earlier was making her hot, as she walked slowly behind the person standing in front of her in the checkout line. The little number she purchased from Fredrick's of Hollywood was fiery red, lacy and sheer enough to keep him on edge until he had his dinner. Maybe she would surprise him and have it on when he got there. Yes, that was exactly what she was going to do. Cooking dinner in sexy lingerie and the perfect pair of heels would definitely arouse his attention. Jackson loved her legs, always buying a new pair of stilettos for them (her legs), as he called it. Demi didn't dare complain. Beautiful, expensive designer shoes didn't just fall from trees, and she had a hunk of a man who showered her with them. What a very lucky girl indeed I am, Demi told herself each time he arrived home with another shoebox.

After Demi unloaded the car, she sat all of her ingredients for her cake to the side. Glancing at the clock, she realized she only had three hours to prepare dinner and bake her cake. Once everything was cooking, Demi quickly ran upstairs to jump in the shower. She wanted to wash all of her day's work off of her body. Plus, she wanted to be so fresh and so clean, for Jackson when he arrived. Demi removed the Fredrick's bag from her hiding spot and removed its contents. She held the small piece of clothing up in front of her, looking in the mirror. "Yes, he is going to die," she said smiling. Slowly she applied lotion to her body with Shea butter with the aroma of it smelled like freshly baked cookies. Jackson loved when she wore it and it made her body feel like silk. She stepped into her matching thong and then slid into her red seduction.

Demi walked back into the kitchen, to check on her amazing dinner. The scent from the kitchen smelled wonderful. When dinner was about ready, she turned everything to low heat. She was getting ready to start putting together her cake. First, she pulled out her mixing bowl. Before she went upstairs to shower, she left two sticks of butter out at room temperature. Demi placed the butter in the mixing bowl she whipped it and added her sugar. Before she knew what was happening next, strong hands were wrapped around her waist. "Hey Baby! I love the outfit. You look sexy as a mutha fucka. You mind if I help you with your cake?" Demi melted like the butter did when it mixed with the sugar. Her sugar was home and she was about to serve him dessert before dinner.

Demi turned to face Jackson. She kissed his soft sweet lips tenderly. He returned her kiss with more flavor. He moved the ingredients from the counter and replaced it with his BATTER. He lifted Demi up and removed her red thong. She opened her legs preparing for the mixing Jackson was about to put on her. He bent down in front on her. Now Layer one; Jackson kissed her thighs, adding just the right amount of licks and sucks. Layer two, he moved down to her legs, greasing them with tender, loving, care. Layer three, Jackson moved down to her feet flouring them with his tongue. Demi moaned. He used his tongue adding just the right amount of pleasure she desired. Layer four, Jackson sucked each one of her toes, caressing her thighs gently. Layer five, Jackson moved back up Demi's body until he found her secret ingredient. He added his tongue, fingers, licks and teases into her wet INGREDIENTS and then he used his wooden spoon to add his dry, which didn't stay dry when it mixed with her sweet, perfectly blended batter. He stirred her ingredients using just the right elevation. Layer six, Jackson gave Demi every ingredient, every spice, every flavor, more chocolate than she could have imagined. Jackson baked his own cake that night, right there on the kitchen counter. Layer seven, consisted of all the icing she could take, leaving her deliciously satisfied.

Dinner was delicious and when he and Demi finished feeding their strength, they moved all the dishes from the dining room table and Demi had her ice cream while Jackson had more cake. Together they created a memorable disaster, like going to get a special treat from their favorite bakery. They had legs, arms, backs, breasts, chest, balls, asses and all on the dining room table. Jackson would never forget his birthday cake; each and every one layer that Demi gave him. He looked forward to baking more cakes in their future. Jackson let his imagination compose several creations ones he knew would give him a sweet tooth.   

TROUBLE

Trouble watched her prey, like a BITCH in heat. The scent of her body screamed "sex". She was in need of a ride, riding fast and furious. A lioness in mating season, choosing her sexual companion carefully, she licked her lips as she walked toward him. "Help me! Is anyone there? Please, don't hurt me. I will do anything you ask," he spoke with urgency in his voice. The blindfold over his eyes and rope around his hands and legs would give him a scare until she revealed herself. Slowly she strutted, stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. "Shh," Trouble spoke just above a whisper. "If you do as I say, you will leave here greatly satisfied." The closer she got, the more her body generated sex. She wanted to take him in every hole on her body but she wanted to take him for a ride first.

Trouble removed his blindfolds. When he saw her, a slight smile escaped his lips. She knew that he wasn't afraid anymore, although he should be. He scanned her body from head to toe, immediately becoming aroused. The black see through, sheer, lingerie she had on hypnotized him. Damn! he thought while not being able to take his eyes off of her. "You like," she asked spinning around slowly to give him a full eye's view. Her ass was firm, smooth like butter and he wanted to spread her open and enjoy every bit of her. Her breasts were full, perky, some of the best he had seen and he had seen a lot in his time. Her nipples stood hard like chocolate covered raisins that he wanted to eat over and over again. The black stilettos she wore made her legs look long, toned and beautiful. He imagined them wrapped around his neck.

When Trouble turned back to give him another look at her curvaceous backside, she bended over in slow motion, grabbing both ankles. She held her pose and then touched her toes. She wanted him to see just how flexible she was. His dick got harder and harder, but the rope kept him from moving. It was about to rip out of his pants. He bit his lower lip, wishing it was one of her beautiful candies. Trouble moved like a cat, sleek and elegant, seductive and demanding attention. He watched in amazement. The way she worked her assets was none like any other. He wondered if she was an exotic dancer. She moved her hands from her toes, to her ankles, and then up to her thighs. She moved up her flat stomach, to her mesmerizing breasts, touching them tenderly. When she finished, she put one finger inside her mouth and sucked it. He almost fainted wishing her finger was his dick, her lollipop. He wanted to show her just how many licks it took to get to the center of his lollipop.

Trouble saw the huge bulge in front of her captive. It was her turn to smile. She couldn't wait to devour him. But first, she wanted to finish her show. She made a Vshape with her fingers and put it up to her mouth. She stuck her tongue in between them, moving it up and down, round and round, faster than what any human being should be able to do. She was driving him crazy. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her mouth on his body, preferably below his waist. "You like what you see," she asked. He nodded up and down in agreement. "Soon Baby! Just relax and enjoy the show. There is so much more to come. You cannot leave until I want to you." He smiled again, believing her. The rope didn't feel tight anymore, in fact, it was becoming an aphrodisiac.

Trouble bent down in front of him, removing the rope from around his ankles. She took off his shoes and socks. "Can you raise up for me Baby? I need to get these off." He did as instructed. She slid his pants down his legs, on to the floor, kicking them away with one of her stilettos. She smiled, looking into his eyes when she saw the prize she would win. Trouble retied the rope around his ankles, then undid the rope around his hands. She removed the remainder of his clothing. "Now the games can begin."

Trouble kissed his lips, sucking on his tongue gently. She worked his mouth with her own, like she would later work his dick. He kissed back but lost the fight when she placed her hand on him. She moaned. He was well endowed. Trouble kissed her way down his neck, his chest, his hard solid abs and then when she found the spot she wanted, she stopped. She stared at it, beaming. Trouble was about to take him for a ride but before she did, she had to fuel up. She buried her head inside his legs, spreading them a little wider. When her mouth found what she wanted, she kissed him there the same way she kissed his lips. He bucked at the intensity she gave, but he wasn't able to go anywhere. She worked him overtime. Sucking, licking, kissing, blowing, Trouble gave him all of her skills. She blew, as her tongue moved up and down, in circular motions. He became retarded, slobbing all over himself. He arched his back, his butt stood from the chair, but the rope held him in place. "Damn Girl! Shit! Where in the hell did you learn that from?" Trouble continued to fuel her ride. She didn't want to run out of gas along her undetermined destination.

When she felt him thump, she kissed harder, licked faster and when he climaxed, she sucked all of it away. She left him as clean as if she had just given him a bath. He growled, he shook, he cursed her. The things he said turned her on. Sure she had it all, Trouble straddled him it her back facing him. She eased into gear, feeling the hardness of his stick shift. She began her ride. Trouble moved slow and steady at first, moving from first gear to second. When she got to third, she increased her speed. By fourth gear, Trouble had him moaning out little terms of endearment. "Baby! Love! Sweetheart!" He called her names she could learn to adore. When it was almost time to go into fifth gear, she slowed down a bit. She moved in circles, on the way down. Trouble rotated on the tip, his head gasket, but still sparked his engine. Suddenly, she threw it into overdrive. She sped up, she ran every red light, every stop sign. Trouble didn't care if she got a million speeding tickets. Just as he was about to cum again, she bent over in front of him and touched her toes. She spread her legs wider, she moved like a booty shaking video girl, gyrating to a crazy beat. He tried to hold on to her, to move with her, but he couldn't. She had him just were she wanted him.

Trouble sat back down on her joystick. She wrapped each one of her ankles around the bottom of the chair to brace herself. She worked each gear again, only this time more intense, more powerful, more explosive. When she felt one of her own orgasms sneak up on her, she slowed back down. Trouble would get hers but she still didn't know her destination. She switched gears again. He hollered. He cursed, he gave thrusts, he worked her although he was tied up. Damn, she thought. He was a beast. If he could do the things he did tied up, imagine what he could do untied. Nah, she said. Next time, Trouble told herself. Right now she wanted to continue her journey. When the flames burning inside her couldn't be extinquished any longer, she came. She moved faster, up and down, she cursed new words of her own. She pushed harder, rougher, deeper. Trouble finally found her destination. She found HEAVEN!

LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL

AS I LAY IN BED, I CLOSE MY EYES TO KEEP FROM CRYING. IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW WEEKS SINCE HE LEFT, BUT IT FEELS MORE LIKE YEARS. I KNEW HE HAD TO LEAVE, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO LIKE IT. WE GO THROUGH THIS LITTLE DILEMMA EACH AND EVERY TIME WE SEE EACH OTHER, BUT EACH TIME GETS HARDER THAN BEFORE. WHY DID I ALLOW MYSELF TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM? I WAS JUST FINE UNTIL HE LOCKED ON MY DOOR ONE NIGHT, TO BORROW SOME SUGAR. WELL, LET'S JUST SAY, I WAS THAT NIGHT AND STILL IS HIS SUGAR, WHILE HE BECAME MY SPICE.

WE BECAME INSEPARABLE THAT NIGHT, THAT RAINY NIGHT, SO MANY MONTHS AGO. I SMILE JUST KNOWING HE KNOWS MY NAME. I BLUSH AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF THE WAY HE KISSES ME. SO, HOW AM I GOING TO MAKE IT WITHOUT HIM? I CLOSE MY EYES TIGHTER BECAUSE I FEEL THE TEARS WELLING UP AGAIN BUT I REFUSE TO ALLOW THEM TO CAPTURE ME AGAIN. THE PHONE RINGS BUT I'M NOT IN THE MOOD TO TALK WITH ANYONE. I GLANCE AT THE CALLER ID AND MY HEART BEGINS TO RACE. IT'S HIM!

"HEY SWEETHEART. HOW ARE YOU? SOMETHING IN MY SPIRIT TOLD ME THAT YOU NEEDED TO HEAR MY VOICE."

"BABY, I AM SO HAPPY YOU CALLED! I HAVE BEEN MISSING YOU ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT AND ALL THE TIMES IN BETWEEN. WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?"

"SOON SWEETHEART, SOON. JUST KNOW THAT I MISS YOU MORE AND BEFORE YOU SAY IT, YES IT IS POSSIBLE."

HIS LAUGHTER EASED MY LONELINESS. I FELT MY HEART SKIP A BEAT. I WAS IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN. HE HAD THAT EFFECT ON ME AND I NEVER WANT THAT FEELING TO END.

"SWEETHEART, YOU STILL THERE?"

"YES HONEY, I'M HERE. YOU DON'T EVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME GOING ANYWHERE."

"IS THAT RIGHT? WELL, I LOVE THE SOUND OF THAT. I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO ANYWHERE BUT INTO MY ARMS WHEN I SEE YOU."

"I'LL DO MORE THAN THAT."

THE SEDUCTIVE WHY SHE SPOKE AROUSED HIM. HE DIDN'T WANT TO GET WORKED UP AWAY FROM HER, BUT SHE ALWAYS GOT HIM READY. EVEN IF SHE WASN'T TRYING, HE WAS READY. SHE WAS HIS SPARK PLUG, WHENEVER SHE WAS AROUND, HIS MOTOR NEVER RAN OUT OF GAS.

"BABY, WHEN ARE WE GOING TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN? IT'S BEEN WEEKS AND I KNOW THAT REALLY ISN'T A LONG TIME, BUT I NEED YOU, I WANT YOU, I MISS YOU, I LOVE YOU."

HE LISTENED TO THE SADNESS IN HER VOICE, WISHING HE WHERE THERE TO COMFORT HER, CONSOLE HER, MAKE LOVE TO HER. THE FACT OF THE MATTER WAS THAT HE DIDN'T KNOW WHEN HE WOULD BE HOME AGAIN. HE DIDN'T HAVE THE GUTS TO BREAK THE BAD NEWS, SO HE SAID "SOON".

"BABY, WILL YOU DO ME A HUGE FAVOR?"

"ANYTHING!"

"TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES AND CLOSE YOUR EYES. JUST DO IT! CLOSE YOUR EYES."

I DID AS HE SAID, ALTHOUGH A LITTLE RELUCTANT. I TRUST HIM WITH MY HEART, BODY, MIND AND SOUL. HE ALSO KNEW THAT IF I SAID I WAS IN THE BED, I DIDN'T HAVE ON ANY CLOTHES. THE ONLY TIME I WORE CLOTHING WAS WHEN AUNT FLO SHOWED UP, AND SHE WASN'T COMING FOR A VISIT ANY TIME SOON.

"KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED BABY. TAKE YOUR LEFT HAND AND MOVE IT DOWN YOUR BODY, NICE AND SLOWLY. FEEL ME TOUCHING YOU? YOUR HAND IS MY HAND. I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU SO BAD AND RIGHT NOW, THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN.

"OK BABY. I FEEL YOUR HAND ALL OVER ME. TOUCH ME, SQUEEZE ME, PLEASE ME."

SHE MOVED HER HAND TO HER BREASTS, CARESSING THEM JUST THE WAY HE WOULD IF HE WERE THERE. SHE GENTLY TICKLED HER NIPPLES, MAKING THEM HARD AS CHERRIES. SHE LICKED HER LIPS. DAMN, THAT FEELS GOOD, SHE THOUGHT KEEPING HER EYES CLOSED. WHEN SHE OPENED HER LEGS WIDER, SHE FELT HIS HANDS MOVE TO HER HIDDEN TREASURE. HE STROKED HER SOFTLY, MASSAGING HER PEARL. HIS FINGERS ROAMED HER INNER WALLS, MOVING IN JUST THE RIGHT SPEED. SHE ARCHED HER BACK FOR MORE OF HIM. HE MOVED HIS FINGERS IN EVERY DIRECTION, WITH EVERY TEMPO, UNTIL SHE FELT ELECTRICITY SHOOT FROM HER TOES TO HER CORE. SHE MOVED HER BODY TO MATCH THE SPEED AND INTENSITY OF HIS FINGERS. WHEN SHE COULDN'T FIGHT THE FEELING GROWING HOTTER WITHIN HER, SHE EXPLODED. SHE CLIMAXED, LETTING HER ICING SHOOT ALL OVER HIS FINGERS. SHE MOANED WITH SATISFACTION.

"BABY, HOW WAS THAT?"

BARELY ABLE TO BREATHE, I LAUGHED. THE SMILE ON MY FACE WAS GOLDEN. I FELT REJUVENATED. I FELT ALIVE, FULL OF PASSION AND OVERWHELMED WITH PLEASURE. I FEEL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN EVEN THOUGH HE WAS MILES AND MILES AWAY.

"OH BABY, THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT TO ME? NOW I REALLY MISS YOU! MORE THAN BEFORE! THAT IS SO NOT FAIR!"

"DON'T WORRY SWEETHEART, I WILL BE HOME SOON. JUST REMEMBER, WHENEVER YOU MISS ME, JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND I WILL BE THERE. I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE."

"PROMISE?"

"PROMISE!"

HE GAVE HER ANOTHER ROUND OF LOVE MAKING BEFORE THEY SAID GOODNIGHT. HE SAT BESIDE HIS BED WITH HIS SEED IN HIS HAND. HE WISHED THAT HE COULD HAVE GIVEN IT ALL TO HER. "SOON" HE TOLD HIMSELF AS HE GOT UP TO WALK INTO THE BATHROOM. WHILE HE CLEANED UP, SHE TURNED ONTO HER SIDE, GRABBED HER PILLOW AND LAY ON HIS SIDE OF THE BED, WITH HER EYES CLOSED. ANOTHER LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL, AND SHE LOOKED FORWARD TO THE ONE THEY WOULD HAVE TOMORROW. SHE DRIFTED OFF INTO A BEAUTIFUL SLEEP, DREAMING OF HIM.

"Can You Make Love To My Mind"

Cradle my thoughts
Kiss my mentality
Stimulate my mind
Penetrate my imagination
Satisfy my intellect
Make love to my consciousness...

Foreplay my emotions
Tease my memories
Ignite my dreams
Capture my nightmares so that
they are no more
Become my reality...

Invade my creativity
Possess all meditation
sending me into a new state of focus
casting all mental capacity to my
subconscious....

My id and ego battle over who reigns
supreme but they got nothing on what
you do to my intelligence
I crave knowledge causing
my brain to swell
my mentality becomes enriched
challenging any and every fact that comes its way...

You have given me a DESIRE
a PASSION so divine
I close my eyes and pleasure awaits
because it's you that I see
I long for
So can you make love to my mind
before we go further
show me your wisdom, understanding
patience and beyond
There's no turning back now....

"Time Stands Still"

I am floating in silence
my mind wondering nowhere
my heart beats rapidly but
yet I remain calm

Loneliness consumes my soul
it struggles to become complete
but the magic within it ignites

The very thought of seeing you
being with you
puts a smile in my spirit
I pause to seize the moment

I close my eyes to capture the essence
to treasure each emotion soaring through
my core
I get lost in happiness

The beauty of love runs freely
causing leaps in every inch of my being
pulsating rhythms of melancholy
but darkness never comes

A kiss of your sweet lips
A touch of your gentle hand
A hug so tender I hold on tighter
not wanting this to end

I brace for the way your eyes penetrate me
making my heart smile, soul sing, spirit free
I am left feeling endless moods of passion
because when we are together
Time Stands Still