FEELINGS THAT CREEPS THROUGH THE NIGHT

Can I paint a picture for you upon the canvas of your mind, with each stroke of a gentle brush as I take you upon a journey, through the gateways of my own imagination created by thoughts. From my memories that constantly continue to play with my silent thoughts, which are my feelings and emotions till they became awaken deep within me. A hunger and thirst that craves attention in places across the skin of thy flesh. For even now as I stare into the depth of the darkness, that creeps through the night I can feel your hands softly caressing my skin. As your fingers whisper words inside of me, that excite the flesh of my thighs with anticipation of what is yet to come. For even as I desperately feel the depth of the need as a woman, there is an even deeper passion of what a woman wants to explore in the true meaning of sensual sensations. That innermost craving to feed this hunger and thirst as I feel your deepness inside of me, reaching to the core of my being as our passion and love pours through the flesh of our skin. As we are on fire from a flame, into the depth of the heat of the night, as both our bodies sweat between the sheets on a very beautiful night.