I like smelling
the air
roses
orchids,vanilla
rain on earth,
warm bread
Pixie’s fur
Newborn babies
My sheets
Your
skin
breath
our sex
Your cum on my body
Your sweat mingled with my desire
Your cologne that lingers on my skin
fills my nose and raises my temperature.


I enjoy touching
running my fingers
along fabrics,
into the soft earth,
along the veins of leaves,
between the folds of my skirt,
along the surface of my lips
Your face,
the tips of Your fingers,
Your shirt as it lays against your chest,
Your soft sloping neck,
Your legs as they rest next to mine,
Your gently curving head,
the part of You
that raises and strengthens from my touch

I like the taste of
chocolate mousse...firm cool and rich,
coffee...strong robust and creamy,
clementine's...small juicy and sugary,
water...cool clear and refreshing,
salty chips,
warm melty cheeses,
hot juicy burgers,
pomegranates
their blood red juices
tart and sweet
spilling into my mouth
You
Your
mouth and hands
Your
stomach and hips
Your
cheeks and forehead
the parts hidden under clothing
and the parts exposed
the parts I saturate
with my mouth
the parts
that flood and fill my mouth.

I love looking at
pretty blues and turquoise greens,
the calm water sitting in a pool on a hot summer day,
dark ominous clouds moving in to storm,
babies, mothers, lovers, kittens, puppies,
trees as they sway in the breeze,
dads playing with their children,
women talking, men hanging out and laughing together,
birds flying, bunnies running away from Pixie,
lightening just outside my porch as the rain pours \
hammers into everything around it,
rivers, streams, lakes, waterfalls,
the spot just off the trail that seems
a million miles away from everything
You....Baby
as you smile,
laugh with your eyes,
sit next to me,
as you
fill me and surround me,
while you pace,
as you
fill your eyes with me,
as you
eat and sleep,
while you run away from me
when I chase you
when we play.

I desire to hear
birds singing,
water rushing,
my children laughing,
Timothy breathing,
Wicket crying for me,
Songs of sex and lust,
Songs of emotion and depth,
Guitar strings being played by hands
that feel the soul of the music,
wind howling between leaves and houses and cars,
the owls at night,
the sound darkness makes when there is a full moon
Your voice
silky smooth
pouring into my ears,
the sounds
You make
the sounds
we make
when you’re under me,
on top of me, behind me,
beside me,
between my legs,
when your hands play
with my skirt rubbing
my thighs,
your breath slow and steady
fast shallow and hungry,
your laughter,
the way you say mmmmm,
Your utterings of need,
desire and pleasure
as I
stroke you hard in my hands
take you deep in my throat,
my name
as it comes from deep inside you
to the surface
of your tongue and lips
shooting
an arrow straight to my heart.