Sticky Honey Wicked Naked Willow Ride
Mixing ~ Molding Heating ~ Softening Melting Artist: George RedHawk aka Dark AngelOne
Attitude Control G-Force – Max Q Launch
Back Arching Escalating Beaming
Nomadic travels Discovered Lands Lucid States
Oaths. Absolve. Elevating. Touching. Lips Souls. Rise. Edifice
Patience. Gratification. Teach Me Master.
Structured Symmetry Four Points The Box
Rhythmic Routes Outlined Paths Rising Screams
Scented Touch Lingering Lips El Fuego
Grainy Release Nuance Moans Night Omits
Extinguish Fire. Moan. Drink. Assouvir.
Uncontrollable. Excessive. Hunger. Unacceptable. Devour. Us.
Every blink an orb Your outline Instinct
Leather slips Lights shine Riding delivery
Pull, Push Hold, Release One plus One
High on rise Skin embrace Hand on thighs
On his finger Syrup to my tongue Spicy sweet
Immovable Heat Thirst – Warmth Fire
Fiercely worn The clearing rained In shadowed pain
Light Breaks Time Brakes Illusion Surrenders Shimmer
With discretion Hours held Cinematic secrets
Tongues intertwined In Flames Inflamed – Mute
Chemically clarified Ionic – Iconic Bonded
Cradled query Headless feathers Unredeemed heart
Seek Feel – Find Exhale – Vanish Foggy
What is not Is little known Love is. Is.
Scent evokes Invocations that caress lips Encircling tongues
Hazed Plumes Falling – Rising Gliding Pluck
Imagined depths haunt me A kissed dance – A danced kiss Wanna show ya… Partner
Thirsty – Pulse – Liquify Pour – On the Rocks Consume. You. Me.
With hunger My body – My Mouth Drips Lust
Ascended. Divine. The minute. The second. The hands. Timing.
“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