Twisted and turned;
my Body willed by my Mind
to ache & arch,
pop & pulse,
at the insistence of my Desire.
I am woman;
I am Body and I'm Mind:
breast & booty,
lips & legs,
all in the service of my Soul.
Tales spilling over with the chapters of my life.
The flicker of desire will seep from lustful eyes, the cloudiness will lift, and left behind will be all of me.
Choose this, choose love, for lust fades in the presence of it's beauty.
My touch is warm and deliberate when passion flares, it draws you in and envelopes you in a caress that burns hotter than the African sun.
But at other times, my fingers, my palms, my skin, my touch, every part of me is more electrifying. Heat courses through my veins hot like lava and spills over onto you, bringing warmth and comfort.
The stroke of lust will dull once spent, sweat will cling to places once visited by desire, and left behind will be all of me.
Choose this, choose love, for lust dims in the presence of it bounty.
My lips pout when my appetite is whetted by want, they seek yours out, biting and nibbling greedily as if the hunger will never be sated.
But at other times, words fall off them. Words speaking of love and trust, spoken words making me vulnerable, leaving lips quivering whilst waiting to hear back from you: genuine words, witticisms and truth.
The kiss of passion will simmer slowly away and lips will remain ripe, red and robust, and me, all of me will still be here.
Choose this, choose love, for lust once bitten, will shy away in the presence of love.
I am pink panties and love on kitchen counters. I am black stockings and back seat smooches. I am granny knickers and quickies during TV ad breaks. I am pencil skirts and high heels and groping in the corridors. I am lacy lingerie and sleeping in and morning magic.
I am all that.
But so much more.
I am all heart, a gigantically, ridiculously enormous heart.
I am Love.
Not sometimes-love, or occasional-love, or lust disguised as love.
No, I am in-your-face-Love, unconditional-take-on-the-world-for-you-Love, scary-without-me-Love.
But what about the "good stuff" ?
Well, it will always come as part of the whole package.
It will always be founded in feelings.
It will always be an expression of Love.
And that is why it's so mind blowing, that is why it's so good.
Wouldn't want it any other way.