She lay back on the chaise
Her large hat shielding her eyes
She didn’t need her eyes
To know he was there
Staring, stripping her with his own eyes
She could feel him like she could feel
The ocean and the sand around her
Tangible, pulsing with energy
And his attention was all hers
His energy hers for the tapping
His desire, there for all to see
But still she lay, quiet
Allowing him to roam at will
His eyes taking a journey
They both knew his lips would follow
But for now, this was enough
To lay and bask in his gaze
And to savor his quiet desire
For now, this was all she needed
For now….
Ha ha ha ha! I know this feeling :) You have spun this one out perfectly! Love the little silences we do in our mating games as humans. You gave me a good giggle.....and especially the ending..for now :)
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
To de
Nancy
In Spirit,
Bear
Reindeer
Thanks,
Emilie
Jack