I think of you wet from the bath from the pool from the rain from the shower from the sea I think of you wet because of me (from my blog) 🎨 Philipp Weber

These brave days hold perfect promise of decadent discovery of sensual satisfaction of fulfilling fantasy in wild abandon Let us yield to the endless forbidden ache within For you and I my beautiful friend will never pass this way again (abbrev. from my blog) 🎨 M Markowsk

She is a woman who does not realise her own beauty who does not know the pure power of her body who has never been truly adored who has not released her sexually submissive soul She is a woman and I want her (from my blog) 🎨 by William Oxer

Somehow across the miles I catch your distant scent and imagine you close your movements your breathing your laughter your eyes shining the silk of your hair the taste of your warm skin in my mouth from my blog 🎨 by Daniel del Orfano

The music starts slow guitar growling bass dirty brass drums kick in high hat snare His eyes are upon her watching her face watching her body as she moves She has never felt more a woman than she does right now From my blog (🎨 by Jeremy Mann)

Her body my playground a wonderland of curves & lines sweet breasts & urgent nipples rolling hips & elegant thighs Her body my canvas a perfect page to paint my words daub my prose scratch my dangerous poetry Her body my church a hallowed & sacred ground a holy place to worship & adore 🎨 Omar Ortiz

I was going to write something important, relevant, meaningful, and deep something incisive, prophetic, intuitive, and bold something intelligent, articulate, perceptive, and wise something that would make you see me in a different light But all I can think about is removing your clothes 🎨P Boswijk

I watch the sun slide towards the horizon and hope when it rises it will kiss your skin for me 📷 me, Wales, past

Sunshine in the garden musing upon art and poetry music and prose tea and conversation desire and adoration chance and possibility wine and wonder beauty and silence a Sunday in this life (from my blog, Art: Johan Messely)

Across the miles your spirit your presence your aura your essence your beauty I feel you where the sky meets the sea 📷 by me, Wales, past

Sometimes all I want is to be lost in trees (Ph by me today)

They share a secret A delicious, dirty, decadent secret It dances dangerously between them It is desperately dreamy with adoration It is dark with discipline, direction and dominance It is delicate, delightful and deep It drips with desire (from my blog) Art: Ibrahem Swaid

She captures her image for me on her phone and cannot help looking like the cover of Vogue (from my old blog) Art: Louis Treserras

Eyes to lips throat to breasts belly to hips arse to thighs hair to skin You are holy You are sin (Art: William Oxer)

I whispered more than your name last night bravely into the dark like a poem like a prayer I whispered more than your name last night hoping the soft seeking syllables the wishing wanting words would somehow reach you and touch you deep I whispered ... Perhaps you didn’t hear

She resists but the thought of it fills her head steals her breath makes her dizzy leaves her weak at the knees It shivers down her spine tugs at her belly and caresses oh so dangerously her thighs And now she has thought it she cannot unthink it however hard she tries (blog)

I believe in unexpected good things I believe in the unpredicted unanticipated unforeseen unheralded unlooked for completely and utterly out of the blue I believe in the amazing And sometimes just sometimes my faith is rewarded

Standing at the edge she waits half hoping for a gust of wind a friendly push or a sudden twist of fate But only she can decide whether to jump or hesitate (from my blog)

Knowing every sensual sexual soft seductive sleek smooth silky secret centimetre of your sublime and sacred scented skin (reposted from my blog)

The anniversary of my birth could not be on a more beautiful day (Ph by me today)

Even when the clouds collide my skis glide and you remain In my mind (ph by me today)

Back in the mountains sun and snow and you never far from my mind (photo by me today)

As I look at your photograph I imagine gently lifting your chin with the tips of my long fingers and placing a tender kiss in the perfect scented hollow of your elegant throat (from my old blog art: William Oxer)

In the quietest places I hear your heartbeat and feel your pulse and give myself up to your distant promise (Ph by me today)

Away from home and away from you yet the ache remains the same (ph by me today)

I adore beautifully different unique places I adore beautifully different unique women I adore you Photo by me today

I cannot tell you how good how soothing how sensual how sublime the sun feels on my starved English skin (Ph by me today)

If I close my eyes I can almost spirit you here your beauty your body your smile your scent your heat But almost isn’t anywhere near here From my old blog Art by Casey Baugh

Naked women ubiquitous on the web do nothing for me strangers never raise my pulse catch my eye inspire me attract me seduce me excite me cause me to follow like or connect Naked women ubiquitous on the web do nothing for me But the mere thought of you undressed does everything (from my blog)

How could you have walked talked danced sung ate drank breathed worked smiled slept laughed loved existed in this world without me knowing something of your presence? (from my old blog)