"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."

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Wet Fantasy











I’m waiting for you on the bed, just like you asked me to. I’m wearing the gifts you gave me a little earlier: black laced bra and panties, garter, stockings… I watch you coming out of the bathroom, a towel around your waist. I want to rip that towel and lick every drops of water on your chest, but I stay there, where you want me. Tonight, you decide whatever will happen. Tonight, I will be your willing slave, for you to enjoy. The little smile on your lips and your half closed eyes let me know that you know exactly what to do to make me beg and scream. I bite my lower lip and watch you come to me…

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