Fingers travel up and down goose bumped thigh Desire burns bright, within my eyes My tongue is silent; in motion, licking Collecting honey Probing and flicking. Delicious slow strokes Brush upon canvas Drenched silk sheet Clings fast Upon mattress, Trembling flesh, rises and falls Moans, deep and husky Tell of your joy, Calling my name … More Dream


You called me. I rose. You were not real, I knew that, when I first saw you. Dynamic in motion, opaque, lifeless, but with energy! Wispy and yet when I reached out to touch you, I felt soft warm flesh, exhilarating flesh. My bodily essence sparked, I felt alive and aware. How can this be? … More Astral