lost

lost

you are more than desire, you are more than lust, the tang of pleasure is addicting, i know but you must pace yourself unless you will become lost.

cherries

cherries

i like the way you look at me, when i smile. the sun basks on my face yet it cannot compare to your gaze. i can feel your eyes lingering, tasting, learning me when i shyly turn away. the blush hurts– burns me as desire stains my skin like cherries.