hookie is delicious,
like a cookie to be eaten slowly....
in relaxed mode of naked in bed....
luxuriating in 6 million thread count sheets.
nibbling slowly,
carefully selected morsels.
watching the blood flow under my skin
as sweetness touches me....
admitting i love cannibus...
mixed with kenik kenik, the holy smoke.
at times such as these.....
loosens my spirit it does...
away from the fire of flesh...
breezy traveling soul now ....
touching love, rolling in it.
expanding to touch you ....
golden warmth..... heaven....
here,
open to this love, become it,
all one...in it..
such light
suchlightsuch .....light.
ahhhhhh......communion.
take.... eat..... this my flesh...
flesh...my flesh....
darn.
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wingfire
chores need tending...
though rest assured, I shall return,
soul needs mending.
nice, so nice, to see you back.
saw the mountains
and my horse (power)
wanted to drive.
With effort I stayed on my original course,
but this begs a question.
What was my original course?
I can see you now, shoutoutgirl - much as you describe - playing hookie with your cookie. yikes!
love flows....and like the rose, smells sweet.
Playing hooky on an endless delight
Body loosed from spirit
Tasting a Higher love
All day...and into the night
All liberty is granted
And the flesh divides
But to enjoy it all
One must come inside
Birthday party for Fig over at my place.....drop in if you get a minute to give him a Ta-Da to the 40's zone.
Love, CM
Ravenous Lover
Consuming me nightly
Blue clouds abundant
As we roll together
Sweet kindness releasing
As we climb to the peak
You raise me again
For that I am grateful
As I delight in your
Loving hands
For as long as I am able
It is my turn now
To bring you to climax
Feeling you shudder
Makes for such great eating
Prank 2007-05-17