I can
close my eyes
and feel you.
soft, thick hair
on your
firm chest.
hard thigh muscles.
rough skin
on your hands.
sharp line of
your jaw.
perfect nose above
your wet lips.
When I am
missing you
the most,
I close my eyes
and bring you
to me.
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That was awesome. Not to mention, it's a neat trick. I wish I could close my eyes and the guy of my dreams would be that close to me.
I know your guy is not the same as my guy, as I'm not a huge fan of chest hair, nor would my guy necessarily have strong thigh muscles, or really any of that stuff you mentioned, but still...
My imagination could do some neat tricks when it wants to.
Erica - heh...thanks, dear. It just happens that he really does look like that. And feel like that.
Woops! I think I need a paper towel.....or two..
Great imagery. Your attitude may be affected by your atta dude.
*BLUSH*
I need a cold shower. That was amazing, tender, romantic and erotic all at once.
Sigh.
Oh ditto, skywriter!
Ummm...except the cold shower. I don't do cold.
:)
Larry - heh..."atta dude"... good one!!
Doom - blush away, dear man :)
Scully - I am floored at these responses... and, flattered.
K - thanks :) ...and, I don't do cold showers, either.
Alan - :) !!
Makes me wish I had lady bits. *lol*
Irrel - ha! :)
Jean - I've quit my blog. A couple of reasons. . .personal. . and a lot of heartache involved.
Sparrow and I talk outside blogging. She has my email addy if you'd like to keep in touch.
I really love your writing and hope to hear from you.
skywriter
the essence of sensuality... you and your writing...
Scully - losing your blog makes me sad. I'll get your email from Sparrow. Yes, I'd very much like to keep in touch.
Winston - what lovely words, sir. Thank you.
Reminds me of an old girlfriend... especially the soft thick fur on her firm chest... ahhh... good times... good times....
Damn, Mick... and you let that one get away???
I had one of those. The hairy-nippled Italian beauty...I remember her well.
You guyssssssss... that is not the kind of hairy chest I'm talking about here! Geeeezzz. (and 'ewwww')
Well I suppose it wasn't her fault, the poor girl, just the unwilling recipient of over-active Italian genes. She was, in all other respects, a great gal so of course I was forced to overlook this one small peculiarity.
Over-active male hormones will do that to a guy.
hehe... so good of you to be forgiving :) A good roll in the sack will make lots of other things seem trivial.
Zoiks! Now there's a good one. :)
I think you may be mistaken. My hair isn't that thick any more. ;)
D.C. - ha..thanks!
Dave - aw...that's a shame :)
Damn girl! I don't know what else to say. You're a writin' fool!
Actually, you piss me off with your ability to say more in twenty words than I could do with a thousand.
If that's GK you're referencing.....I understand your problem.
Damn...I hope Michelle thinks of me in those terms. Of course, while I DO have a hairy chest....not much else is how you described him.
Good luck with that darlin' lady!
Great writing as always!
Ron - thank you, sweetie.
Jean ....thats superb...........
I like it.
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Thank you, sir. and, welcome!
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