I could hear the music as I approached the open door. A hand written note said come in ~ I paused and closed my eyes listening to the feelings that had already started to seduced me, as he strummed his guitar. I let the music take me. I stood silently in the door way, not wanting the melodic moment to come to an end. As he played I felt his hand reach out for me to join him.
His low sultry voice sent out lyrics that pulled me closer. I quietly stepped further into his space bracing myself for what was in the next room. I leaned my back against the wall to catch my breath. I felt the energy of the room come alive. Lyrics danced freely through me. My heart was open beating like a drum. As the melody warmed the surface of my skin a cool breeze blew through the room sending goosebumps up my spine.
His creative juices flowed effortlessly toward me, touching me, urging me to come closer. He sensed my presence as I walked slowly toward him. He smiled before he looked up at me, anticipating the moment like it was a musical piece he had already played over and over in his head. I could barely contain myself. I was lost in every note. My smile came and went as he played each chord. I stood staring as he continued to open himself up to me. It was an intimate moment that I can not explain having never met before in person.
His last strum lingered in the air allowing both of us to catch our breath. He gently placed his guitar on the couch beside him and stood staring back at me. Not a sound was made when the music stopped. He closed the space between us. Inches away he put his arms around me pulling me in to his neck and chest. He was still vibrating from the energy of the music. We mixed together for the very first time. There were no notes or lyrics, only feeling filled the room that made me want to dance.
The raw chemical connection makes no sense. It just is.
We try to distance ourselves from one another but in time find our bodies entwined inhaling the energy of the other like a drug we can not live without.
I have tried to deny our connection in my mind many times, but my heart keeps leading me in a circle back to him each time. He breaks through my walls when his eyes connect with mine. He sees me. There are no rules or predetermined ways in which we are expected to be…we just are.
I close my eyes to join him. His scent lingers tempting me to draw in just one breath and try to walk away. I am unable to inhale his energy and release him. He stands as close to me as he can without touching my skin, making me wonder if he is only within the confines of my mind. I am afraid to reach out and not touch him.
I feel his breath on the side of my mouth, his lips desperately want to kiss mine. The heat of his body warms mine with an undeniable burning desire to have me. I can feel his want twisting and turning into a need, like a turbulent storm brewing with a force that can not be reckoned with. We are standing in the middle, captured by the raw energy neither of us have words for. We have no choice but to ride it out to see where our bodies land.
I open my eyes to see his looking deeply into mine. I am safe and unafraid as his strength reaches around my waist grabbing me forcefully toward him as the world around us spins out of control. His powerful presence releases my fear of the unknown as I surrender to the storm letting go.
Eyes still closed, I awake to the feeling of warm rain splashing on my face, washing down my flesh. As my lashes lift up, my dreamy brown eyes are exposed to him between my legs leaning over me. He is looking right into my soul wondering as am I what just happened.
I was lulled into bliss by the rhythmic motion of the Oceans heart beat that gently rocked the hull of the sailboat. It felt sensual, like making love to the man who moves you.
The light of the moon shimmered across the water, illuminating the beauty of the night. Silence lingered in the air waiting for nature to whisper in our ears. A warm breeze gently washed over my dewy flesh leaving a subtle fragrant scent for him to inhale when he woke. His body was my veil keeping me warm and safe as I lay floating amidst my wildest dream.
My warm moist flesh was illuminated by the aura of the moon trying to coax him to open his eyes once more. I felt him start to rouse as he slowly inhaled the sweet scent left earlier to tempt him. His body pulled mine in closer as his strength explored my curves. The warmth of his hand mixed with the chemistry waking between us stimulated a reaction that moved across the surface of our skin in unison. The heat of our chemistry together in this moment was a recipe for seduction.
He slowly brushed my cascading hair to one side exposing my back to him. I felt the light sheet that covered us lift off my waist and fall away exposing my naked body. His warm lips caressed the sea of flesh that patiently waited for him. As he turned me toward him he reached to my cheek with a look of wanting in his eyes. His touch lead him down my neck to my shoulder pausing while he took a deep breath. He consumed my décolletage. His eyes met mine mesmerizing me as he looked deep inside my soul. We kissed intimately. We lay exposed to one another in mind body and spirit. Without a single word spoken he asked for my hand and we took the step together.
I would close my eyes and surrender my life for this moment to last forever.
Alone with nature looking-on, embracing the love that filled the air we became one, entangled together. There was something so surreal and sensual about being completely exposed in the light of the moon, surrounded by natures energy. Music filled the air like a symphony of feelings that swirled between us as we moved with the rhythm of what was…
We savoured each second not wanting this moment to pass…ever.
We were lulled into sleep by the rhythmic motion of the Oceans heart beat that gently rocked the hull of the sailboat. I, with the man who held me tight moving me beyond love and my wildest dreams and he, with the woman he would love and be loved by forever.
Ready to explore my imagination, posture poised I relinquish my fear ready to escape into the passionate world of words once again. Enveloped by the mood of the moment I begin my journey. He is my muse. Deep inside he waits for me to channel my desires and set fire to the smouldering ember that lay behind the windows of my soul. The sound of his voice resonates through me, warming my flesh in waves. His presence feels like a light warm breeze when he is near. My skin cools when he steps away to watch me dance alone. I summons him by gracefully closing my lashes, allowing them to brush against one another intimately. He appears…I surrender as he takes my breath.
He reaches toward me taking my hand and we begin our dance, our journey. The enchanting melody of Enya’s ‘Flora’s Secret’ fills the room as we begin to move in unison. I adorn a gown so elegant I blush at its beauty. His strength leads me whimsically around the dance floor. He captures my every thought the moment I release them.
I can taste the words floating among us as our bodies gently moves freely with the lyrical beauty that surrounds us. Drawn to my lips words wisp by, wanting so desperately to be savoured slowly by my romantic palate. They tempt me in hopes of being devoured by my insatiable appetite for their sensual inflection. I invite rapture to sit on the tip of my tongue as we dance as one. Its meaning melts slowly infusing a feeling of intense pleasure. Divine steps forth taunting me, God like, allowing me to see and feel its power when placed beside rapture on the page in my mind. They taste exquisite together. Devine and rapture join intense and desire, arousing the undeniable feeling of devote affection seeping slowly from my pores.
My unrestrained love for him holds my heart. I effortlessly open my arms to truth. I feel his presence next to me as I am reminded to breathe. My mouth opens slightly allowing a short quick breath of air that saturates my lips with delicate prose. My elegant dress has slipped off my shoulders floating gently to the waiting floor miles below. I am now ready to open my arms exposing my naked soul.
My mind wanders down paths I secretly want to explore, tasting delicious words along the way. To fully enjoy this one must allow themselves to explore to a depth that is beyond their control.
The room was crawling with excitement. As we slowly slipped into the sea of enthusiasts, a waft of gasoline mixed with exhaust set the fragrant tone. I couldn’t help but pause while my ears were serenaded by the deep throaty throttle of what had to be a sexy red Ducati off in the distance. The atmosphere oozed raw sex appeal pleasing two of my senses within moments of entering the mix.
As we immersed ourselves into the river of heavy black leather, inked sleeves and worn faded jeans his deep mellow voice began its seduction.”Stay close, I don’t want to lose you“. The room was full of freedom seeking souls who all had a common thread. The culture or texture of the room was understood amongst those who lived it. I could only focus on his magnetic male energy. His power and strength captured mine each time he gently brushed against me. When I closed my eyes I could still feel his presence in the room.
Scantily dressed tantalizing women in thigh high black leather boots, bustiers laced tight exposing voluptuous cleavage and torn fishnet stockings devoured him as his stride slowly seduced them into a frenzy. Glamorous Pin-ups in stilettos bit their cherry red lips in unison as his scent enticed them, only allowing them to inhale. He was Angelic walking through a room full of sinners willing to confess their deepest darkest secrets in hopes they would become pure again, if only he would indulge them with his touch. His charismatic energy took hold of me. Was I willing to confess my sins to him to feel his touch? In that moment he gently placed both hands on my waist from behind slowly turning me around and kissed my lips softly amid the now silent chaos. I too, was only able to inhale after his lips touched mine. I could hear the lovelies in the room exhale from a distance. He took a little piece of my heart in that moment, placing it safely next to his.
We continued to meander effortlessly through the crowd sharing intimate thoughts through our eyes. My finger tips were drawn towards the silky black scintillating paint of a Thruxton. Following the curve of the tank I imagined it to be his skin. At that moment we were alone in the room. Time stood still. I slowly traced his deep ebony silhouette wondering what would happen next, if I touched him. I felt his warmth. I closed my eyes to absorb the heat that radiated from his strong body leading with my chest, arms at my sides like I was soaking up the warm summer sun and then I felt his hand under mine. His energy overwhelmed me.
He continued to gently brushing against me making me pause each time. I had to remind myself we were not alone. Our electricity leaped back and forth from his skin to mine each time we were near.
I felt safe to explore knowing he was there. His presence electrified me. I was alone with him in a room full of eyes aware of the chemistry building between us. I could no longer hold onto my secret. It was falling like sand through the cracks of my walls I so bravely build over the years.
When I think of the New Year I imagine all the breathtaking moments that have yet to cross my path. I feel a swirling sensation that starts to build as soon as the clock strikes 12. It’s a time for new beginnings, new sensations and making memories that will last a life time. Anticipation of what is waiting just around the corner is in the air. What is waiting for you…
May your New Year be filled with Magical Moments and Sexy Interludes that makes you feel more than alive!
My resolution is to let my imagination soar with no boundaries, to allow myself the pleasure of creating what I am passionate about. I will take the next step and elaborate on what I have created here. I will go deeper into the mind of a hopeless romantic exploring along the way what makes me tingle.
He pulled me in without a promise. He pushed me back in fear. His body moved like a panther stalking. He circled slowly not taking his eyes off me. Intensely engaged his stare glazed over as he tasted my body with his eyes. His insatiable desire to have me overpowered his ability to fight the temptation that stood behind closed doors at last. He was about to devour the prey he’d been hunting for far too long. He was about to take what he believed belonged to him.
As he savoured the visual moment his thoughts balanced on the edge, about to spin out of control. T-e-m-p-t-a-t-i-o-n had entered the room and would not leave without a fight. His mouth watered at the thought of what my skin would taste like. He swallowed the saliva that pooled behind his lips, knowing he could not turn back once his mouth touched mine. His eyes gently closed as he inhaled my scent slowly and deeply.
I felt his eyes heating up the curve of my lower back as he paused before taking another step. I bit my lip gently as I turned my head catching him off guard with a look that penetrated his wall, exposing his soul. I whispered…check~mate. We were like magnets attracting and repelling each others every move. He caught my glance and held it tight. I felt the shift in his breathing ever so slightly as he narrowed the distance between us. I could feel the base of his heart beating like a wave of energy going right through me. His energy was like music to my soul. We were entangled in a dance neither of us were familiar with.
I closed my eyes to sharpen my intuition and escape into the abyss with him. His energy moved me as he came even closer. He vibrated my skin and scrambled my thoughts. Every hair on my body stood erect waiting, wondering if he was brave enough to dance as one. His breath on the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine. I could barely contain myself. Temptation was standing closer than it had ever been before. Whispering in my ear to succumb to its pleasure. We were both no longer able to walk away. Our minds were reading the thoughts of the other, our bodies ached for one another and our spirits were a breath away from coming completely undone.
He teased and tantalized my energy with the look in his eyes as he opened his mouth, moistened his lips and inhaled my being in one breath. There would never be a moment as pure as this between us again.
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it” ~ Oscar Wilde
We sat face to face in a crowded room sipping warm sweet lattes with only a small distressed harvest table keeping us apart. Glances were tossed through the room hitting us both with questions. I stepped out of my comfort zone to take a peak into a world I had not traveled. I had met my conversational match and felt a surge of adrenaline go through my veins as we spoke. My mind kept wandering further, deeper to a place not everyone will admit they go.
I felt my thighs tighten as I sit perched on the edge of my wooden chair. I was not as comfortable with my sexuality as I once was, I knew why. I leaned forward in conversation to get even just a sliver closer to my muse. I was distracted by the thought of what the scent hidden deep beneath the high collar would taste like if I inhale deep enough. I was too far away to be indulged. I needed a taste of the pheromones that lingered just barely out of reach. They tempted each cell in my body to move closer as if to say come hither. I felt intoxicated by the random thoughts that mesmerized my subconscious. I was hypnotized by the lips that spoke the truth. Visually stimulated, emotionally compatible, physically yearning, intellectually connected were fragments of thought sending a sensation that ran in waves over me.
I flashed forward to the moment I would finally inhale the scent my nose anticipated. My lips brushed closely along the map of intrigue while curiosity lead me willingly down a path I had not walked before. I abruptly snapped back from my fantasy to reality several times over, enjoying both immensely.
I was stimulated by the words floated off the tongue that intrigued me. Distracted by the look in the eyes that saw through me. I questioned myself as I was being subtly analyzed ever so gently. Innuendoes were dropped like bombs as I sat completely unprepared. I wasn’t sure how to pick up the pieces to put this puzzle together. I was completely out of my element for now.
And then it happened…Leaning closer as if in slow motion a stream of pink feminine mist slowly drifted from her mouth to mine giving me no choice but to inhale just at the right moment. The female energy within this goddess had captured me sending me to a intimate place only the brave dare to go.
I had be captivated by a feminine goddess of love…
As he walked confidently toward me for the very first time, his energy wrapped around mine with no intention of letting me go. His eyes greeted me with an engaging stare. His strong hands reach out and grabbed me as he wrapped his arms around me. Each hair on the surface of my flesh raised as his hands explore beyond the ordinary. We held on tight leaving no space between us. Little fine triggers were pressed as the pressure of his touch connected us. Energy vibrated below the surface of my skin arousing another layer of who I was to the surface. My body slowly came alive shedding the cocoon that kept me warm and safe. As I exposed myself and surrender I allowed my mind and body to go beyond my imagination. His touch sparked a fire deep inside me that had been waiting patiently to be lit. As he stimulated each of my senses I peeled off another layer exposing my true self to him. He was standing in front of me holding the key that unlocked the passageway to who I truly was.
The depth behind his voice is what set my passion free. His low sexy tone crawled gently over my skin sending goosebumps across my flesh below my clothing. His seductive voice invited my ears to wander to where I yearned to be more often. I surrendered to his soulful sound gyrating toward the sensation we both craved and longed for. The melody of the moment created an atmosphere that allowed us to immerse to a depth we were not always open to. It was like a drug that relaxed us. Our inhibitions were placed to the back of our conscious minds allowing us to forget our social boundaries, opening us to a journey we would not forget. We stood naked in our minds, invisible to those passing by.
The sound of his breath inhaling made me tingle as I felt his chest expand. Tone…inflection…intent, all made the words his voice delivered melt my entire being in his arms. Quiet passion simmered while we embraced the moment. We were exactly where we were meant to be.
He was standing reading the local newspaper when I walked through the door. The sun had gently kissed him. I paused to watch him from a distance to re-acquaint myself. His eyes softened as I walked near, melting me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders enveloping me in his energy. He was full of life. We spared back and forth with words watching one another carefully. He was hard to read.
We meandered through stories of his adventure and my doings while he was away, now and then holding a stare that made our skin flush. There was a slight edge to how he looked at me. I wanted him to grab my face and kiss me with the passion I knew he had inside. I had seen that look in his eyes before and knew exactly where it could lead.
We sat staring within arms reach of one another, not touching with anything but our eyes and imagination. I wonder if we should have shared as much as we did. He was hard to navigate, I felt slightly off-balance. A twinge of uncertainty washed over me when he relived an erotic adventure he had with another woman. I felt envious hearing him talk of her. It was not a familiar feeling for me. He knew and looked at me with regret. I was unable to hide what I was feeling inside, he caught me off guard.
My only escape was to walk away avoiding eye contact. I headed toward the lady’s room not aware he was barely a step behind me. I sensed his energy but was too afraid to turn around. I stepped slowly into the dark private room trying to collect myself. I stood with shivers running up and down my spine. He gently closed the door behind us. I couldn’t turn around, my eyes stayed shut as my heart beat faster. I felt him take a step closer. He reached out and gently moved my hair to one side exposing my neck to his lips. His breath was warm and controlled. There were no words exchanged between us.
I surrendered as he turned my body gently to face his. His hands held my jaw firmly as the passion quickly escalated between us.
He looked deep into my eyes wiping the smile right off my face…time stood still. He reached past my jaw to move my hair gently to the side exposing my neck. I closed my eyes inhaling his scent that lingered in the air from his hand that gently brushed past my cheek. My head tilted naturally to one side opening myself to his touch. He paused, taking his time knowing his seduction had only just begun. Our chemistry mixed as his mouth came slowly toward my neck. A shiver started at my lower back following my spine to meet his lips as he touched the fine hairs that stood erect waiting to be caressed. He paused ever so slightly before touching my skin, sending another shock wave down my back. My body belonged to him at that very moment.
I kept my eyes gently shut, enhancing all of my other senses. I was intoxicated by his scent, exhilarated by the unknown, mesmerized by his ability to keep me in such a trance. I felt drugged unable to move. We were communicating without words. My body reacting to the sensual energy that enveloped both of us. He was in control, I was not. My back naturally arched as the skin on his cheek touched mine. He placed his mouth dangerously close tempting me to reach for his lips with mine. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I wanted to savour the moment before his lips would touch mine.
I could hear his breath, feel his heart beating faster in anticipation of our first real kiss. The warmth of his mouth traveled quickly to my lips and then disappeared making me open my eyes. He had pulled back for a brief moment to take one last look at the expression on my face…complete surrender. Sexual energy filled the air between us as we locked eyes completely open and vulnerable to one another. Raw emotion washed over us as we lost ourselves in each other. I captured a photograph in my mind of the intense look he shared with me, to be recalled whenever I wanted the moment to return.
His eyes were intense, full of adventure and desire. He could penetrate her walls with a single look. His body was strong and powerful. His heart was aching as he sat next to her unable to express how he felt. His ache grew stronger as he lost himself in her touch, knowing he would not have her…then. He was young and immature, lacking the ability to express how she made him feel…and paid the price. He would be forced to say good-bye not knowing if they would ever cross paths again. Their time together was fleeting, but enough to embed an unfinished feel about it deep inside both their subconscious minds. Maybe, just maybe the Universe would align itself once again, allowing them a serendipitous moment that both their romantic minds would recognize and understand more clearly.
She was captivated by his deep intense gaze that forced her to look away. She had never had a man look at her with such powerful intent. He frightened her. Her heart wanted to take a leap of faith but didn’t know how. Her entire body vibrated with feelings she had never experienced before. Intense passionate love was new to her. Desires of uncontrollable lust were years away. She had no past to recall upon, she had only just begun her journey into exploring her mind as a hopeless romantic. She had not been taught how to grab onto her feeling with both hands and savour them slowly. She had not yet become the woman who was able to share her intimate thoughts with a man who had such a powerful presence. She was scared, unable to take the risk of exposing her inner truth of how he made her feel. She wanted to be with him…but didn’t know how. She had years of growing and unfolding to do before she could comfortably take on his challenge, risking it all.
She captured his look in a photograph that she revisited now and then, each time it brought back powerful unfinished feelings and questions of why they had connected so many years ago. He was a memory deep inside her youthful past that had been put behind her…until now.
There is something overwhelmingly sexy about a man who can create music. “Music is how feeling sound”...(one of my favourite quotes) Woman are drawn to men who can express feeling, whether it be through the simplicity of words strung together, or a melody that pulls at our heart strings. When a man learns to read the music of a womens heart he captures her.
“Music is the art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and colour.” A man who can create feelings with his unique interpretation of those elements has a powerful presence. Is it the man that seduces us or do we open ourselves to the poetic features of music and allow the man to enter because he holds a key? Music is a form of expression more unique than language, it adds the element of vibrationally energy that although we can’t all create, we have an insatiable desire to hear and feel it.
Music allows us to open our minds, to a level of consciousness far beyond what we are used to. When we open our mind, body and spirit to it, our soul dances. When we open our mind body and spirit to the one who creates the music we dance together.
The mind of a musician is on a frequency that’s invisible to some. When a single note is released it affects us like a scent traveling through the atmosphere until it become a mere whisper. It touches each of us in a unique way, taking us to places we’ve been before and those we have yet to explore. Allow yourself the pleasure of getting lost in the music, or the musician who is creating it. Make a Memory ~
Musicians captivate crowds with their art form that allows the listener to join with them on their intimate journey of interpretation. They surrender to the music as they perform. We connect with then as we allow our feeling to surface as we listen. The vibrational rhythm is not only heard, it’s felt by every cell of our body transcending us to a place that feels like no other.
It’s one thing in life I wouldn’t want to live without.
I caught him looking at me through the crowded room. I looked away quickly and then glanced over again to see if it was coincidence, he was looking once more. He never usually stared, he was always serious and never smiled back in the past. Why today? What was different? I had given up on smiling at him so I kept my composure. I stared back with no expression, he didn’t look away. Did he see me or was he looking through me, it was hard to tell. I tried not to look away but he was much stronger than I in that moment. I felt disoriented, a rush of adrenaline surged through my veins as I tried to focus on the Batistas question. The only word I was able to form was coffee. She sensed my thoughts were scattered. I turned around to find his gaze aimed directly at me…again. Was the Universe playing games with me? Was it catching up on work undone? Was timing finally in sync?
He was solid and secure. His strength came through his eyes. I stood staring not able to move. His body rose slowly and made its way toward mine. His stare captured mine and wouldn’t let go. As he approached his eyes said he had something to say. He had me. As he was about to speak his eyes softened and mouth relaxed, he was sure that this was the right moment. His pheromones had come to close for me to say no to whatever he was about to ask. I would have handed him everything I was able in that moment.
His words were on the tip of his tongue when a hand was placed on his shoulder making him look away. It only took a split second to adjust what was about to become. I turned having instant doubt he was about share his words with me. I continuing in a daze of what might have just transpired if he was given just one more moment. Perhaps we were not meant to speak today? I looked in the window as I walked by and he was looking over the shoulder of the man who interrupted his path to me.
There is no better place to find yourself than the world our distracted minds naturally send us. Deep inside the imagination of a sexy mind lies the vivid dreams and fantasies of what a single thought can do. This time the thought that scaled the walls of my subconscious was that of pheromone filled facial hair.
The male energy who adorns a ribbon across his lip is sexy to me. He is growing it to make a statement. He is committed to his health. He is willing to take a stand, go the distance, be uncomfortable and show the world he wants to be here. He is strong and masculine. Male energy with a purpose greater than himself, mens health…Movember.
Facial hair is soft, rugged, manly. It has natural pheromones that pull us in. It can be abrasive if rubbed the wrong way but soft and gentle if stroked in the right direction. It shouts testosterone. It’s a choice, unique to the one who wears it. It’s a right of passage.
And it goes like this…
My eyes were closed, lost in my subconscious thought. I had goose bumps rising like waves on the surface of my skin from head to toe in anticipation of what was to come. The world went silent around me as I felt his very first touch. His lips did not arrive first to my skin. The soft warm tickle from his moustache came first. He paused, searching it seemed for the perfect place to kiss. His facial hair brushed my skin gently as he continued exploring the map of my body. He aroused every hair follicle that felt him coming. His breathe warmed the surface of my skin as he continued until he found his favourite spot.