an ode to the way her neck tasted  

rm_rlandma 41M/40F
392 posts
8/29/2006 8:00 am

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9/5/2006 7:32 am

an ode to the way her neck tasted


an the way she would lilt her chin,
her skin, moving like silk
being pulled away from an expectant bed,
the cream colored flesh whispering enticements;
it was as if it was an offering;

then looking up into her eyes he knew it was;
but a gift given that freely holds
dangers
as well as promises
and she was nothing if not dangerous

close together, in the dark, where whispers and passions' price weigh on each other and lend to moving skin to skin and breath to breath
adventures in subtly
and words of wounded hearts

iamthecmfe 38F

8/29/2006 11:51 am

so....

you like how her neck tasted??

or....

you arent one who plays with danger??


rm_rlandma 41M/40F
476 posts
8/30/2006 9:59 am

yes
no
maybe
always
never
sometimes

actually its more like i liked how dangerous tasting her neck made me feel. if that makes any sense. no it doesnt. your right. wouldnt have been that. its more, i liked how tasting her neck was dangerous. ummmm no. not quiet right. maybe i played with tasting her neck? now i'm just over thinking it.
it was yummy though.
the danger
and the neck


iamthecmfe 38F

8/30/2006 12:49 pm

be careful...

this sounds like a girl who might just crawl under your skin and nestle there for awhile...

til you pick and pick and pick at her...


__Huntress__ 55M/57F

9/2/2006 4:17 am

It doesn't always have to make sense, it just has to be ...

{=}


rm_rlandma 41M/40F
476 posts
9/5/2006 7:32 am

ok, am going to try and agree with huntress about the zen -ness of it all but damned if i cant get that chicken comercial jinjle outta my head "pick piiiiiiick pick pick piiiiiiiiick pick pick pick piiiiiiiick piiiiiiick pick"


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