Saturday late nights’
The freedom of expression that comes with writing is quite mind blowing.
…..,He looked like a chocolate fountain, his walk was so majestic it was like he knew who exactly he was,a king, a leader, a lover, a man full of vigour,hands like a warrior, making her tick all the wrong places.His glaze made her soft, she felt her whole body and soul relax, yet her heart running with excitement and pleasure to touch and grab even. The excitement combined with temptation ran through her ,almost choked by his scent ..Closer, with warmth and heat, he got, as he held her chin up ,a slight kiss on the forehead,down to the cheek… The exchange of the first breath slowly taking all her senses away and now, sharing his warmth and heat, his lips on hers,his heart beat right on her twins,it felt like a dream. Longing and thirsty of his touch, which he did so effortlessly ,bringing out his soft demeanor mixed with strength ,power and tact, the kind that made her body alive.He worked it mindfully and thoroughly till all her body craved and wished for, was more and more,She almost forgot how mad and angry at him she was.
And now I cannot even remember what the aim of this piece was. I think I could actually do a fiction, I mean it’s the freedom to think and write , the curiosity, that fascinates me. Anyway great weekend dear reader, enjoy more on my home page, I actually have a romance write up .winks* see you soon. Do something you enjoy and keeps you awake!