That bright light

A delight...


Do feast your eyes upon me lover

Do come my way and discover

The glory of a morning wakening

Dreams preciously erotic in remembrance cradling.

But, the sun calls now, the morning risen

To tease me out of sleep, in the rising dawn imprison

A willing captured spirit I become

As the clutch of slumber becomes undone.

A promise though, I must confess

Throughout the day u shall my thoughts caress

No need those passions of last night's dreams to forget

A preference to daydream and new naughtiness beget.

So should u look upon my thighs

In their shape and form u will find much desire lies

To have u near to make u mine

For each of us....on each other dine.


RB.

....it took quite a bit to get out of bed this morning...x

Aaaaaah Cape Town is keeping me up late.

Now these are selfies taken 10mins before my last appoitnment last night, Friday.

A quick rush after that into heels, stockings and lingerie to answer the knock on the door...

It lasted till midnight. His adventure was my pleasure!

Goooooood morning beautiful foggy Cape Town.

X!

Very sexy pics RB.

Thank u dearest Burningman. Compliments are always appreciated!

I do hope u shall like the newest ones to still be uploaded. A spur of the moment capture...x

An ambiance set for unrushed lovers visits.

Goood morning delicious day and all things most devilishly naughty!

"...to imagine those kisses, a feathery exhale of breath
a tingling of flesh, to numbness death
not even being apart
can dampen the yearnings of a desirous heart."

RB.

Today oh! please do come by AND...

bewitch me...enchant me

bewitch me
enchant me...possess me all
take me
and kiss me gently...my resistance shall fall.

your touch your look does make me drown
your sensual queen, u shall me crown
for once those sensual embers u do stoke
an erotic naughtiness u will invoke.

no holding back of what i shall take
in u, a grunting groaning lustfulness, i shall wake
i shall plough your thoughts with my juicy warmth
your mouth i shall lick, an eagerness in your kisses bring forth.

your hands i will let travel all over my burning flesh
desperately seeking for our bodies to mesh
i will make u whimper and writhe and thrust
all because u dared to enchant me now to possess u, a must.
we shall be delirious in every position engaged
whatever between us before may have passed upstaged.

and as the tiredness of contented play
begins to possess our limbs and in our minds does stay
then once again, u shall me bewitch, with your manliness
as i lay back and accept, in total 'abandoness'.

RB.


Good morning Beautiful most Purple World of erotic pleasures.

Hands and fingers

Legs and toes

and

a little bit of shadow for modesty.

Hello Darlings!

Me.

A bit of leather.

A trouser with a subtle glint of glitter

And

....a cleavage that requires a bit of a reveal.

Goooood morning Thursday....good morning Delicious All!

RB.

A dress green.

A heel thin.

A ribbon black to remind me of my loved ones gone...and never to forget how lucky I am.

...and a smile worn because I hope u shall like what u see and come be mine .

Happy Friday Beautiful World and ALL its Citizens.

Kiss u most sincerely.

x

A book came to mind and the search began.
Who says one needs to be clothed when reading between the lines of words penned?

Wishing all the gentleness of care this morning...Good morning dear ALL.


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Old Bards and ignorant jerks.


All of a sudden to remember, a tickling of ones memory
the need to search, and solve that mystery
words, passages, thoughts on paper caught
once read, an impression left, now again sort.
There be so much in life that an affect on one leave
and without knowing those influences within our lives weave
we like it or not a mirror reflection of much we become
slowly the invasion of one self, the sum.
Pompous, arrogant, violently narcissistic
to avoid characteristics like those, for they be egotistic
but rather old values and morals imbue
not fearing a show of humbleness and humility to pursue.
We can laugh at the old and new bards , the romantics and philosophers
Shakespeare, Dickinson and the likes of our imagination choreographers
to tut-tut that free access of old works
personally i think only done by ignorant jerks.

The world be full of treasures recorded
transformed into films and books and other formats to us afforded
yet we seek to stay limited and illiterate and small in our capabilities
unaware of the rotting and degeneration of our abilities.

RB.