Haunting in A minor



I see him everywhere. But mostly at night. He descends with the darkness. It matches him perfectly. He's broody. Intense and dripping with sensual sexuality.

I wrap my legs around him, run my tongue along his masculine jaw, kiss his full sensual lips.

He runs his fingers through my hair, pulls it urgently til my eyes find his, pulling me closer, our bodies locked tight.

His hands play me as deftly as a violin being played by Heifetz.......



2009-09-13 10:31 p.m.