Finger Tracing

First, I painted the universe on your back and kissed the stars I’d carefully crafted within the lines of your skin. Next, I took inspiration from the depression of your collarbone, earlobes and where your shoulder blades meet, to sketch whispers of celestial dust and the curve of the Earth from far away. Then, I … Continue reading Finger Tracing


"Close your eyes." He said. My eyes replied; open, defiant, My mouth with corners curled: This was prohibited.   My lips still parted, Consensually; I allowed him to find me, hold me, whilst the ringing continued: Prohibited. Prohibited.   His touch, wise, his tongue experienced, his face, rugged and his mid-kiss groan, satisfying. In mine, … Continue reading Mid-Kiss