A pleasant Summer breeze whispers through the ahuehuete slightly agitating las luminarias that border with shimmering light the expansive red-brick patio festively decorated with garlands of pink and white papel picado
In my red taffeta dress, lovingly hand sewn by mi mamá, con mi papá I dance el vals tradicional. I'm the center of attention in a large crowd of smiling familia y amigos. The fragrance of my bouquet of quince rosas, the sound of música alegre played by el Mariachi, thrill my senses.
A repost of a wonderful, super sensual collaboration with the incomparable Katja
Your gaze stirs a storm of anticipatory shivers beneath my silken skin when it slides to the swells spilling from sheer cups as though seeking your ceaseless caress
Powerless to look away spellbound by emerald eyes the slope of your nose guiding to full, parted lips seeming to beckon my own staged in my mind glorious erotics scenes heat cascading to my loins awakening libidinous desire ...
Life, on balance, is hunky-dory. Would it were an unmedicated story. Longing simpler, more carefree days when a favorite song could cure malaise. Good friends, a guitar, a raucous jam session was the self-prescribed drug to manage depression. Existence now stressful, exhausting, complex lacking in hugs, long kisses, and sex. Loneliness rampant, solace found in self-pleasure relationships lost that once were a treasure
Damn it this poem is something most dour One might think the poet had lost reason’s power ...