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Category: Erotic

Gooey

Sticky Honey Wicked Naked Willow Ride  

Melt

Mixing ~ Molding Heating ~ Softening Melting Artist: George RedHawk aka Dark AngelOne 

Space

Attitude Control G-Force – Max Q Launch

Fading

Nomadic travels Discovered Lands Lucid States

Edifice

Oaths. Absolve. Elevating. Touching. Lips Souls. Rise. Edifice

Vieni

Rhythmic Routes Outlined Paths Rising Screams

Querer

Scented Touch Lingering Lips El Fuego

Grainy Release Nuance Moans Night Omits

Eau

Extinguish Fire. Moan. Drink. Assouvir.

Capocuoco

Uncontrollable. Excessive. Hunger. Unacceptable. Devour. Us.

Force

Every blink an orb Your outline Instinct

Two

Pull, Push Hold, Release One plus One

Taste

On his finger Syrup to my tongue Spicy sweet

Ashes

Immovable Heat Thirst – Warmth Fire

Avalanche

Fiercely worn The clearing rained In shadowed pain

Tonight

Light Breaks Time Brakes Illusion Surrenders Shimmer

Secrets

With discretion Hours held Cinematic secrets

Speak

Tongues intertwined In Flames Inflamed – Mute

Carbon

Chemically clarified Ionic – Iconic Bonded

Resolved

Cradled query Headless feathers Unredeemed heart

Inhale

Seek Feel – Find Exhale – Vanish Foggy

Have

What is not Is little known Love is. Is.

Magick

Scent evokes Invocations that caress lips Encircling tongues

Rêver

Hazed Plumes Falling – Rising Gliding Pluck

Bailar

Imagined depths haunt me A kissed dance – A danced kiss Wanna show ya… Partner

Juicing

Thirsty – Pulse – Liquify Pour – On the Rocks Consume. You. Me.

craving

Ascended. Divine. The minute. The second. The hands. Timing.

on the missing ‘o’

“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.” ― Anaïs Nin