There is fervor, a yearning that’s spinning in my very core.
Center your hand over me and gently press, but please...don't move your hand. I’ll place mine over yours and move with it.
My eyes get deep, and darken with the image of your fingers slowly descending within. My knees are weak and parting, an invitation for you to probe deeper.
I reach for you to kiss me.
Shallow breaths.
I feel tingling in my ears and my neck feels flushed.
Cotton blossoms sing a sweet lullaby while the heady scent of lavender sachets is a welcome disruption to my thoughts.
Buoyancy is spiraling upwards, filling my mind, separating, flouncing, and dancing, only to have it salved with magical twinkles and sequence.
I want you.
Take me in your palm.
Stay with me now as I meld to your hand.
So nice.
Your touch is gratifying, as are your exploring fingers.
I'm stirring with them, against them as I cry out and pour into your loving hand.
"Cotton blossoms sing a sweet lullaby while the heady scent of lavender sachets is a welcome disruption to my thoughts." Lady that about sums the whole thing up so nicely!
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.
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um.......what a wonderful read
thanks for sharing
~smile/wink~
Jenni
*S-I-Z-Z-L-I-N-G H-O-T* ;)