tonight...as the moon began to ascend the heavens
following in the path of the setting sun's rays so, began the journey into thoughts
caressing...intoxicating.

eyes closed, a need to follow the images beginning to play themselves out.

a fruitful imagination, rich in yielding passions, inviting gestures, a succumbing
to the delights of a lover stiff and hard..!..and demanding.
where a breath held, allows a beating heart to be loud and vocal, drumming in ones ears.
and then the release of a gasp , a bosom heaving, a grasping to hold on to that little bit of sanity left.

for once the erotic knows to take its seat and begin to nibble, lick with delight...
delirious, spell-binding be the fall into sleep.

there be no need for the formalities of sleep...such as a sleeping garment...
rather, the feel of flesh warm sliding between the sheets...perchance...perchance...
aaah...how fruitful the imagination knows to be.

goodnight gorgeous erotic creatures.

RB.

I'm not erotic,I'm neurotic

seanc....and though much leans toward many being prone to neuroticism of late...that hyper-sensitivity gnawing away in the most uncomfortable of ways, can find a sanctuary in the most unexpected of places.

U should try...an open invitation i extend to u. x