"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Taking A Bath









You enter the bathroom as I am lying in the tub surrounded by bubbles. I see your eyes light up with desire. You undress, never taking your eyes off me. You walk behind me, take the sponge and begin to wash my neck. Your hands wander to the front of my body, and I arch my back to give you a better access. One of your hands rests on one breast, while the other goes down between my legs. The orgasm comes quickly and takes us by surprise. You smile, with mischief in your eyes, as you come in the tub to continue our sensual games.

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