Thrill MeSkin on fireBurning with needYoure what I desireImpatient with greedTouch me.Wet velveteen blissTickles my nervesLong for your kissAs you seek out my curvesTaste me.Power and lustYet careful and tenderYour intentions I trustLost in the splendorTake me.Lost in sensationBody and mindLove, admirationAnd ecstasy combinedTease me.Thrill me.
Winter is ComingThe skies are clear and blue, yet the day seems a little too cool. August should be warm and mellow, but this year it is chilly and windy with the promise of autumn to come and winter to follow. The trees begin to blush with reds and oranges yet still hold a dominant lush green. This transition, to me, represents the transition from summer to winter; warm to cold. There is no in between, just waiting. Waiting for the death of the world around me. Death is cold and dark. Winter is cold and dark. The sun disappears for 6 months and the only trace that it still exists are dim rays that filter through clouds and snowflakes. Soon, leaves begin to fall and they remind me of snow falling. Like the sky itself is falling around me, closing me off from the warmth I so desire. Everything veiled in white, revealing a new world; not my world of beaches and flowers and meadows. The feeling of the suns warm rays dissipating my gooseflesh snaps me back to reality. My toes and fingers tingle with